Chapter 98

Lin Moyu asked, "Are you afraid?"

Ling Zhen was provoked; he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. If he didn't agree, he would lose face completely.

He would lose face all the way to the abyss.

Ling Zhen thought of his trump card and gritted his teeth, "What is there to be afraid of? I agree."

The crowd began to move, heading toward the academy's sparring arena.

The several big shots hiding in the air chuckled.

Meng Anwen shook his head, "This guy is very stupid."

Bai Yiyuan also said with a smile, "Very foolish. People like this die quickly on the battlefield; they are just cannon fodder."

"Not just cannon fodder, but when clearing a Dungeon, he might even sabotage his teammates."

"He doesn't even know the depth of his opponent and agrees rashly. He is beyond saving."

In the eyes of those two, Ling Zhen was useless.

Ning Tairan said, "If he loses, I'm afraid he won't be able to pay up even if he loses everything he owns."

Bai Yiyuan smiled, "I wonder how many points Little Lin has."

Ning Tairan thought for a moment, "At least 300,000."

"That much?" Bai Yiyuan was extremely surprised.

Even those senior students in the academy, who deal with Dungeon missions all day, might not be able to come up with 300,000 points.

This is not a small amount.

Meng Anwen smiled, "He really is a little rich man."

The crowd arrived at the sparring arena.

At this moment, there were many people on the stands of the sparring arena, all of whom were senior students.

They knew there would be such a show after every opening ceremony, so they had been waiting here early to watch the play.

At the same time, the academy's Healer was also ready.

A formation rose on the sparring platform, and a light screen enveloped it.

"First match, Yu Fei versus Su Nianda."

Then came the introductions for both.

Coincidentally, both of them were Elf Archer Professionals.

Yu Fei came from Feilong Academy and was level 24.

Su Nianda was the top scorer of Heijiang Province and was level 16.

Both of them took a set of ordinary bows and arrows without any attribute bonuses from the sparring arena and then entered the sparring platform.

Under the suppression of the formation, Yu Fei's level quickly dropped to level 16.

All skills above level 20 could not be used.

Everything was based on his template at level 16.

Although his level was the same as Su Nianda's, Yu Fei looked relaxed and unconcerned.

Conversely, Su Nianda appeared somewhat nervous.

Yu Fei chuckled, "Junior, I'm starting now!"

"Okay, please enlighten me, Senior."

As soon as the words fell, with a bang of the bow, a sharp arrow flew over like lightning.

Su Nianda quickly dodged to the side while simultaneously beginning to counterattack.

But when he pulled the bowstring, Yu Fei's shadow was already gone from before his eyes.

Where did he go?

Su Nianda wondered.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind his back; a dagger was already pressed against his neck.

Yu Fei had actually already arrived behind him.

An Archer using a dagger—this was something Su Nianda hadn't expected.

"We Archers have the Quick Bow-Step skill, you know. Junior, you were too careless."

Yu Fei smiled, stepped back, opened up the distance, and gave Su Nianda another chance.

Otherwise, if he had struck with that knife just now, Su Nianda would have been at least half-crippled, if not dead.

This time, Su Nianda chose to take the initiative.

After aiming, he drew his bow and shot an arrow, while firmly locking onto Yu Fei.

While he was shooting, Yu Fei also drew his bow and shot.

Skill: Triple Shot!

The arrow split into three; the first arrow accurately blocked Su Nianda's arrow.

The following two arrows went straight toward him.

Su Nianda's expression changed drastically, and he dodged violently.

At this moment, Yu Fei drew his bow again.

Skill: Magic Arrow.

It was not a real arrow, but a magic arrow formed by the skill.

The speed of the magic arrow was much faster than a real arrow. Just as Su Nianda was dodging, the magic arrow arrived first and hit him accurately.

Su Nianda was blasted back several steps by the magic arrow, letting out a scream.

Yu Fei pressed his advantage, firing several more arrows in succession.

Su Nianda dodged in a sorry state and quickly got hit by another arrow.

"I surrender!"

Su Nianda quickly raised the white flag and surrendered.

Yu Fei smiled and said, "Junior, we Archers shouldn't just stand behind Knights shooting arrows. We need to learn to face enemies alone, after all, we won't just be facing Dungeon monsters in the future."

"There won't always be a Knight blocking in front of you."

Su Nianda bowed sincerely, "Thank you, Senior. I have learned a lesson."

This was the effect the academy wanted.

To make the new students recognize themselves; this is beneficial for their future development.

The sparring matches continued one after another.

The senior students basically won with a crushing attitude.

After all, having experienced too much actual combat in the academy, their various combat techniques and ability to use skills could not be compared to by the new students.

Xia Xue also accepted a challenge, but ended up losing very badly.

Facing a mage of the same level, she had no ability to fight back, was suppressed from beginning to end, and finally had to admit defeat and surrender.

Xia Xue stomped her feet, looking unconvinced, "I won't give up. Give me time, and I will definitely be better than him."

Zuo Mei said, "It's okay, I lost too. I'll accompany you."

"Mm, Little Mei is still the best."

…

Can you be accompanied even when you lose?

Feng Xiu couldn't understand women's thoughts, and neither could Lin Moyu.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads respectively.

Girls' thoughts are too strange.

"Next match, Ling Zhen versus Lin Moyu."

Lin Moyu responded and walked out.

Xia Xue cheered from behind, "Dull Lin, beat him up!"

She had full confidence in Lin Moyu.

Both of them got on the platform at the same time.

Their details were also displayed at this moment.

Ling Zhen, Baili Academy, level 21, Warlock.

Lin Moyu, National Top Scorer, level 22, Necromancer.

Whoa!

Everyone present, one and all, looked toward Lin Moyu in unison.

National Top Scorer.

New student.

Level 22.

The key is being level 22.

We've seen many National Top Scorers, it's not strange.

But a level 22 new student, that has never been seen before.

Even rarer than a rare treasure.

"It's him, that person from the Dungeon Hall, the one who created the new record."

"Yes, that person is also called Lin Moyu. I thought it was just the same name, but it turns out to be the same person."

"Not only that, he has been taking people through the Tyrant Desert Dungeon these past two days, the 1-carrying-39 kind."

"I know that too, 1,000 points per person. He can earn nearly 40,000 points in one Dungeon run. He's made a fortune."

"Now we have a good show to watch. If Lin Moyu wins, Ling Zhen will have to sell everything he owns to pay up."

"Unexpectedly, I get to see such a big show. This trip was worth it."

On the stands, the crowd was discussing spiritedly.

Everyone was waiting as if watching a good show.

On the sparring platform, the formation covered it, and the two could not hear the sounds from the outside.

Ling Zhen wore a sneer, "Lin Moyu, what kind of bullshit National Top Scorer. In front of me, a National Top Scorer is nothing."

Lin Moyu said indifferently, "Your level is lower than mine."

Ling Zhen's expression changed; what Lin Moyu said was a fact.

He continued, "I have possessed excellent aptitude since I was young, entered the academy for training, and joined the college. A genius like me is not someone you can compare to."

Lin Moyu continued, "Your level is lower than mine."

Ling Zhen's expression became even uglier, "So what if your profession is strong? That's just good luck. On the battlefield, combat awareness is more important."

"Your level is lower than mine."

Lin Moyu said indifferently again.

Ling Zhen was about to explode with anger, "Didn't your mother teach you how to speak?"

Lin Moyu's expression changed; he had no mother.

He didn't have one in his past life, and he didn't have one in this life.

Killing intent welled up in his eyes.

Ling Zhen was startled by Lin Moyu's gaze.