In the following days, Fangzheng stayed in the Wizard Tower, learning those spells as fast as he could.
Although he knew that more haste, less speed, for now, displaying his strength in a high-profile manner was the best way to make the White Tower pay more attention to him. Otherwise, if the White Tower decided that he had no value in training him, Fangzheng would have to face the choice of returning to the Holy Cathedral again. It was also because of this that Fangzheng had no intention of hiding anything. He learned every spell as quickly as he could as though he was thirsty for it.
Looking at Fangzheng's speed of growth, Rex did not even have the strength to sigh. Although he had long predicted that Fangzheng must have a very high talent, the other party's rate of improvement was just too fast. It had only been half a month since he started teaching Fangzheng magic, but Fangzheng had already completely mastered level-4 spells. Considering that he was learning four schools of magic at the same time, this could only be described as an abnormal growth rate.
Even for the mages in the White Tower, it was impossible to reach this level without more than ten years of accumulation and study.
What made Rex even more furious was that … What the other party showed was not as simple as just talent in magic learning. To be honest, every time he saw Fangzheng, Rex felt that he had lived the past few decades in vain.
This feeling was not good at all.
This was also the reason why Fangzheng was standing here at the moment.
"Although I've tried my best to adjust your progress, to be honest, I think you've exceeded the limits of what I can imagine. "But that's still not enough. Mages aren't bookworms. Even if you learn a 9th Tier Spell, it's useless if you don't have enough experience. That's why I want you to go to a place. It can be said to be a mage arena. For now, your knowledge isn't bad, you only lack experience. So, I suggest you go there and have a good fight with those mages to hone your skills.... Someone will tell you how to do it. By the way, I've already prepared a mage robe and a wand for you. Take off your ridiculous clothes before you go. It's not a noble ball or a banquet. Even if you dress like this, you won't be invited to dance with the ladies! "
"Is it here?"
Fangzheng, who was wearing a white robe and holding a magic staff, raised his head and looked at the space in front of him. After he was chased into the teleportation portal by Rex, he was teleported to this strange space.
As far as the eye could see, everything seemed to be floating in the sky. Fangzheng saw the floating stone slabs, the huge square in front of him, and the circles that moved automatically like elevators. He turned his head and looked around. He could see pure white clouds hanging all around him, but strangely, although it was unusually bright here, there was no trace of the sun. Not only that, when Fangzheng looked down, he couldn't see the ground either.
Is this a demiplane?
After this period of cramming, Fangzheng had already understood some basic knowledge about mages. One of which was that mages liked to use demiplanes to solve problems. After all, a demiplane was often used by sorcerers. It was rumored that some powerful sorcerers could even open up a demiplane the size of half a country. From what Fangzheng had seen so far, this wasn't too far off.
"The spatial axis here is very fine. There are traces of someone adjusting it. Master, I think this is an artificially created space," said Nimf, who was following beside Fangzheng.
At this moment, Nimfu, who had been following beside Fangzheng, spoke up. Speaking of which, it was strange. The little girl was clearly outstanding in this aspect, but she couldn't cast a single spell. This was also the reason why no one could understand.
"Let's go."
After taking a look at his surroundings, Fangzheng walked forward. He was on a small platform, and behind it was a closed stone door. There was a strange and mysterious symbol carved on the door. But Fangzheng knew that it was the symbol of Rex …. That was why he was here.
Bringing Nimf with him, Fangzheng walked up to a silver disc in front of the platform. After activating it with soul power, the silver disc automatically flew the two of them towards the central square. The whole process looked like a scene from a sci-fi movie. Even Fangzheng couldn't help but marvel at it. However, Nimfu didn't have any special expression. Perhaps in the world she came from, this wasn't a big deal.
The silver disc carried Fangzheng and Nimf to a corner of the sky square. As soon as the disc stopped, Fangzheng saw an invisible slave made of runes "float" to his side.
"Hello, mage. Is this your first time in the Sky Arena? "
"That's right."
Fangzheng nodded when he heard the invisible slave's question. After getting the answer, the invisible slave quickly took out a scroll and handed it to Fangzheng.
"Then, please sign your name and the Star Pattern Seal here."
"Of course."
Having lived in this world for such a long time, Fangzheng had more or less understood that this was basically equivalent to a signature and a copy of an ID card. Hence, he skillfully took the scroll and quill from the other party. First, he signed his name. Then, he took out a star rune and stamped it on the spot where the scroll was signed. With a flash of brilliance, a strange star rune pattern appeared on the scroll.
"Mr. Fangzheng from Thunder Tower …. Your number is 876. The first match will begin in two minutes. Please be prepared. Your slave can stay on the disc and watch from a close distance. Of course, you can also ask her to join the battle. The rules of the match are very simple. No matter what method is used, the winner will be determined as long as your opponent is knocked off the stage. Either the opponent surrenders directly, or the opponent loses consciousness. You don't have to worry about hurting the other participants. Any spells that cause physical and mental damage will be strictly limited, so please don't worry. "
"Okay."
Fangzheng nodded after listening to the invisible slave's words. He could already hear the cheers from the square, the explosions caused by the collision of spells, and other similar sounds.
It was obvious from the situation here that the mages were not the kind of people who would only use their words and not their fists.
While Fangzheng was deep in thought, the disc under his feet floated up again and flew to the other side. Then, Fangzheng saw his disc quietly land in a small circular arena. It was about the size of half a football field and round like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. On both sides of the spectator stands, there were only a few people in sight. Fangzheng looked up and saw a man in a red robe standing opposite him. The man was looking at him with a serious expression.
"It's time to go up the ladder."
While muttering to himself, Fangzheng walked down from the disc and stood at the position indicated by the cursor. Then, a wall of light appeared behind him, separating Fangzheng from Nimf. Then, a voice appeared in the middle of the arena.
"The match begins."
As soon as the voice faded, Fangzheng saw the red-robed mage raise his staff and chant an incantation. The staff in his hand began to emit a dazzling red light, and the chanting of the red-robed mage became louder and louder in the arena. Soon, a crimson barrier appeared beside him, forming a sturdy shield ….
Until the red-robed mage finished casting his first spell, Fangzheng stood there without any reaction. Seeing this scene, the red-robed mage showed a proud smile on his face. As a frequent visitor to the arena, he of course knew that many rookie mages would behave like this when they first came here. They were as stupid as those bumpkins who did not know how to fight at all. The battle between mages was not as barbaric as that between warriors. The clash of wits was the main theme here. It seemed that the young man in front of him was the same. So, let me teach him the basic knowledge here!
With that thought in mind, the red-robed mage began to move his hands. He once again mobilized his soul power to condense runes. At that moment, he saw the black-haired young man raise his staff and point it at him.
Hmph, as expected of a rookie. He's not chanting or casting spells, he's just relying on ….
* Crack *
But before the red-robed mage could finish his thought, the Elemental Shield in front of him completely burst like a bubble. Then, several flashes of light appeared in front of the red-robed mage. The magic missiles that whistled past mercilessly pierced through the broken magic shield and sent the red-robed mage flying.
How is this possible?!
Feeling the burning pain on his body, the red-robed mage's eyes widened in surprise. But before he could stand up, the voice from before appeared again.
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