I Ascend To the Throne of God with Arcane Magic Chapter 104

Chapter 104 “The Flame of Judgment” Fran Stephens

Fess Royal Magic Academy, Fran Fighting Field.

Yousef and Otis were casting various advanced spells wantonly in the field, but their footsteps were still standing where they started, without moving at all.

For them, even if they exerted some anger, they did not risk their lives. Most of them still focused on frontal magic bombardment to overwhelm others.

Although Otis, as an arcanist, has many methods, Yousef, with his luxurious magic equipment, can still compete with Otis in a short period of time, which is worthy of Otis.

But for the students who were watching, they could not see so many ways with their eyesight, and they all exclaimed at the strength of the two men and the ingenuity of their techniques.

“Aren't these two usually quite friendly? Why did they attack so harshly all of a sudden?”

The students on the sidelines watched intently while discussing with their friends.

“Didn't you hear, these two seem to be competing for a student named Li Si!”

“What kind of genius is this Li Si? He actually alarmed two big shots and even snatched away his disciples.”

“Isn't that right? This is the vice-president of the academy, and the other one is the master of magic patterns!”

“I also want these two to accept me as their disciple. Then I will definitely have no problem breaking through to the silver level.”

"Stop dreaming. Do you know that person named Li Si? He should be a student of the college."

“I don't know, I've never heard of a genius named Li Si.”

Perhaps Li Si is usually too low-key, or it may be that he is considered to have mediocre talent. No one thinks that the disciple Yousef and Otis are competing for is the insignificant Viscount Lis Kane.

Just as the sparks between Yousef and Otis became stronger and stronger, the protective shield that lit up around the fighting field suddenly disappeared in a flash of light, along with the high-level spells they had just cast.

What? !

This sudden situation caught Yousef and Otis off guard. They stopped and observed their surroundings cautiously.

The students in the stands were also pale. The feeling of palpitations when the protective shield disappeared and the huge fireball and wind blade were about to hit them gave them a fear of death.

Just when they wanted to ask what happened, all the students' figures flashed and disappeared from the stands.

When they recovered from the dizziness caused by the teleportation, they found that they were already in the square in front of the college gate.

Every person who was teleported looked at each other, and people passing by also looked curiously at the sudden appearance of this large group of students.

This, this, this. Did someone use group teleportation to teleport us here?

Who is this exaggeration for?

Some people have not yet recognized the reality and are confused in the wind.

Some people seemed to have thought of something, and turned around like crazy and rushed towards the direction of the Frank Fighting Field.

Yousef and Otis saw that all the students around them disappeared, and their expressions also changed.

Is it that exaggerated?

Just when the two of them were suspicious, a gentle voice sounded in their ears.

“Long time no see, Otis.”

“Why did you get into a fight with someone else?”

This is!

Otis looked solemn and respectful when he heard this familiar voice.

Yousef next to him was a little confused. The voice was unfamiliar, but the person who wanted to speak was not an ordinary person.

A figure wearing a black mage robe appeared in front of the two of them, with a faint smile on his young and handsome face. “Lord Fran!”

The first time Otis saw the young man, he immediately saluted respectfully and at the same time winked at Yousef who was standing beside him.

This is the legendary mage Fran Stephens, the dean of the Fes Royal Academy of Magic!

Yousef then realized who was standing in front of him, and quickly followed Otis in saluting.

It has only been ten years since Youssef joined the Fes Royal Academy of Magic. When he joined the academy, the dean had already gone out to roam, so he had not met the most famous person in the kingdom and the only legendary mage. .

But in retrospect, the person in front of me is indeed very similar to the portrait of the dean hanging in the office building.

Yousef was excited. It was really rare to see this legendary strong man. The anger from the fight with Otis just now had all dissipated.

This is the leader of the Fes Royal Mage Group, the dean of the Fes Royal Magic Academy, the legendary mage, the top of the evocation mage, the "Flame of Judgment" Fran Stephens.

This is also one of the reasons why Yousef chose to join the Royal Academy of Magic in Fes. To be honest, although the resources provided by the academy are very generous to him, as a magic pattern master, Yousef can also get the same treatment elsewhere.

But it's different here. Although Yousef has traveled to many countries on the continent of Fanor, the only legendary mage who often appears is the "Flame of Judgment".

Being able to obtain the guidance of the legendary mage is also one of the conditions for Yousef to join the academy.

Flan tilted his head slightly, as if he had received Yousef's information from the magical intelligent life of the academy, nodded and said:

“Yousef, you're not a bad guy. He has reached the level of a senior magic pattern master at such a young age. Keep up the hard work.”

“You can come to me while I'm at the academy.”

Youssef was so excited that he didn't even notice that he was called a lad.

After all, after every life breaks through to the legendary level, its lifespan will be greatly extended, at least to about 500 years. In addition, legendary powerful people have various ways to extend their lifespan.

So even though Fran looks like a young man, his actual age is definitely older than that of his fifty-year-old self.

Hurryly saluting again, Yousef said respectfully:

“Thank you for your generosity, Lord Stephens!”

"Um."

Fran turned to look at Otis and asked with a smile:

“So what's going on, Otis?”

“I saw you and Yousef competing here as soon as I came back. Are you, the vice-dean, so idle?”

Otis is also quite familiar with the dean. When the dean is away, he mostly handles the affairs of the college. He knows that the dean is making fun of him.

“Nothing serious, I just need to practice with Yousef when my hand is raw.”

"oh?"

Seeing Otis still wanting to hide it, Fran's smile grew thicker, he turned his head to look at Yousef and asked:

“You said, Yousef. What's the reason?”

“Yes, Lord Stephens.”

Yousef straightened up, pointed at Otis and said angrily:

"This Vice-Chancellor, you insist on robbing me of my disciples. This is too much."

I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Otis directly performed a set of three in a row, bowing his head and ignoring Yousef's accusation.

“That's it”

Fran touched his chin, becoming interested.

"What kind of talent can you, a vice-dean and a master of magic patterns compete for? I'm very curious, Otis."

(End of this chapter)

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