Chapter 315
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Zhang Jue and Marcellus stood in the middle of the square. They were about to have a unique duel.
There were no referees. In other words, all the teachers and students in the school were referees.
Zhang Jue was facing Marcellus, a Level-8 advanced Magician who specialized in offensive spells. The other teachers and students wouldn't say anything.
After all, he was just an advisor.
That was why Hobson had given Marcellus an order to kill Zhang Jue in the shortest amount of time possible, even if it meant that Zhang Jue would be injured or killed.
Under such circumstances, Marcellus attacked with the most ferocious force.
"Spell — Fireball!"
Nobody knew who had made the rule that Magicians had to announce the spell's name after casting it. It was as if the spell wouldn't be able to unleash its full power otherwise.
Marcellus lived up to his reputation as the best teacher in the school. Even though it was a basic spell, it had a different effect in his hands.
If the students were to use it, it would only be the size of a basin.
However, the fireball he summoned was at least the size of a soccer goal.
The huge fireball was like a small sun. It carried an extremely high temperature and exploded with flames as it flew towards Zhang Jue.
The fireball was as fast as a truck. If a normal person was hit by it, they would either be killed or melted by the heat.
The spells cast by the magicians were mighty and powerful.
One could imagine that if they were to participate in ancient wars, they could decide the outcome of a battle by themselves.
No wonder they were so arrogant.
Seeing the fireball flying towards Zhang Jue at an extremely fast speed, all the teachers and students in the stands subconsciously closed their eyes. Although they looked down on Zhang Jue, their hearts were made of flesh. They couldn't bear to see a person being roasted alive.
Only a few people opened their eyes wide, as if waiting for this to happen.
They were lucky enough to witness this scene.
Just as the fireball was a few feet away from Zhang Jue, he turned sideways, bent his legs, and punched forward.
This was probably the simplest move in martial arts.
After a few milliseconds, his fist collided with the fireball.
In the next second, the fireball exploded with a bang.
With Zhang Jue as the center, a rain of fire fell within a radius of tens of meters.
Fortunately, the students had been brought to the stands by the teacher in advance. Otherwise, many students would have been injured.
Seeing the fireball explode, Mr. Marcellus snorted and turned to leave.
The students on the spectator stand also made disdainful sounds.
Originally, they thought they would see an exciting battle, but they didn't expect that Mr. Zhang couldn't even take one hit. He was too weak.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from the smoke of the explosion. "Mr. Marcellus, don't you watch TV? Don't tell me you don't know the famous saying that smoke is harmless."
As the smoke gradually dispersed, Zhang Jue's figure gradually appeared.
Not only was he not injured, even the clothes on his body were intact. The huge fireball just now did not affect him at all.
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All the teachers and students widened their eyes.
Among all the people present, only two people clearly saw what happened when the fireball collided with Zhang Jue.
Dunlop and Principal Alfred.
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