Chapter 1

This year's college entrance examination was destined to be different from previous years.

Before, when people mentioned mages, they would think of this kind of image:

A black robe, mysterious and suave, capable of reversing the stars and collapsing mountains with a wave of the hand.

But today, Qiao Yu redefined the profession of mage...

"Celestial Maiden Scatters Flowers!"

"All or Nothing!"

"Diu Lei Lou Mou!" (Cantonese profanity)

Stones of varying sizes were constantly thrown from Qiao Yu's hands. The dense attack made it impossible for Du Ziteng to make an effective counterattack other than dodging.

A mage relies on throwing stones to fight? This is just kids fighting!

"If you have the guts, don't throw stones!" Du Ziteng said angrily, his face red.

"I won't!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another stone flew over.

Tear!

The sharp edge of the stone grazed Du Ziteng's cheek, and a trickle of blood flowed down his face.

"You are simply a disgrace to mages! As a mage, you actually rely on throwing stones to fight? Don't you feel ashamed?" Du Ziteng cursed angrily.

"It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat. Being able to win is a good method."

Qiao Yu wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Besides, you can't even beat someone who throws stones, what kind of mage are you?"

When the audience, who had looked down on Qiao Yu, heard this, they suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in their minds.

What he said seemed to make sense!

They cast strange glances at Du Ziteng. It would be embarrassing to lose to someone throwing stones...

Doesn't that mean the power of your spells is not as good as someone throwing a stone?

Feeling the change in the gazes on the stage, and looking at the dozen or so cameras filming the arena in a 360° circle, Du Ziteng's face turned green and white.

You should know that the competition现场 (xiànchǎng, site) is being broadcast live.

Wouldn't that mean the whole of Su City would know that he was defeated by a few stones?

But the power of these stones is really terrifying!

Du Ziteng was now in a dilemma. He couldn't win if he fought, and if he stubbornly held on, he would be shot down by Qiao Yu sooner or later.

Just as Du Ziteng was hesitating, Qiao Yu had already made a new move below.

Qiao Yu squatted on the ground and directly lifted a floor tile from the arena, squinting one eye to examine it.

This floor tile was manufactured according to the standard one-meter by two-meter specification, long and square, and very straight.

"Well, not bad, very straight! If you use this to skip stones, you can skip at least a dozen times!"

"Come! Eat my move, Batwing Reincarnation!"

Qiao Yu swung the floor tile, using his foot as an axis to spin around once, and then threw the floor tile in his hand like a discus.

Examiner: "......"

He had been an examiner for his whole life and had never been so speechless. The arena for the mage系 (xì, department) competition was specially treated with magic immunity to prevent the场地 (chǎngdì, venue) from being destroyed.

But who would have thought that there would be a brat who would use the floor tiles of the arena as a means of attack.

"Are you crazy!"

Du Ziteng was even more frightened, his hair standing on end. Such a big floor tile could probably cut him in half.

"Wings of Light! Extreme Speed!"

The wings on his back flapped hard, and Du Ziteng's whole body suddenly lifted upwards. The floor tile thrown by Qiao Yu slid past the soles of his feet.

The strong friction even made Du Ziteng feel his soles were burning, which showed how fast the flying floor tile was.

"That was close!"

Du Ziteng was scared into a cold sweat. After he came back to his senses, he showed a ferocious smile.

Because Qiao Yu had no stones left in his hand!

"Qiao Yu, I won't give you any more chances!"

However, the scene of Qiao Yu panicking that Du Ziteng had imagined did not appear.

Qiao Yu sighed, shook his head, and said in a low voice.

"Omai wa mou shindeiru." (Japanese: You are already dead.)

"Hmph! Pretending to be mysterious, you are destined to lose! Holy Light Purification!"

Just as Du Ziteng was about to attack, a fierce sound of rushing wind came from behind him.

He turned his head abruptly, his pupils shrinking instantly. He saw that the floor tile that had just flown out was actually flying back!

"This is impossible!"

Thump!

The speeding floor tile slammed heavily into Du Ziteng's stomach, making a muffled sound.

Du Ziteng's mouth widened instantly, but the great pain prevented him from making any sound.

He only had one thought in his mind now: My name is Du Ziteng, and my stomach is about to hurt to death.

Du Ziteng couldn't understand why the floor tile that had clearly flown out could fly back?

Could this be the magic of the man opposite him?

Du Ziteng's eyes rolled back and he fainted directly. The floor tile continued to fly back with unabated momentum.

Clatter!

The returning floor tile was steadily caught in Qiao Yu's hand. The wind it stirred blew Qiao Yu's black bangs.

At this moment, Qiao Yu can only be described in one sentence: A beautiful woman wearing yoga pants on the mountain - showing off her coolness to the fullest.

The audience was silent. They were all stunned by this amazing operation.

Is this really an operation that a necromancer can pull off?

"I didn't expect it could really come back!"

A look of interest flashed in Qiao Yu's eyes. When he used to play cards, he could make the cards fly out and then fly back.

And in the Otherworld, his strength has become so much stronger, isn't a floor tile just a large playing card to him?

"Fourth High School, Qiao Yu, defending successfully! Number of successful defenses - 3!"

The examiner announced the results with a strange expression, and then quickly left.

While Qiao Yu was resting after successfully defending his position, he had to hold a meeting with the chief examiner Jin Tong to discuss it.

Should Qiao Yu's behavior of publicly destroying the examination room property be stopped...

After all, this kind of behavior had never happened before. Which mage would be free enough to smash the arena and pry off the floor tiles?

"Elder Jin..."

Qiao Yu's examiner had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Jin Tong raising his hand.

"I know what you want to say. I watched the competition just now. Let him do as he pleases."

A rare smile appeared on Jin Tong's serious old face.

"The rules of the college entrance examination don't say that考生 (kǎoshēng, examinees) can't pry off floor tiles."

"Young people have ideas and know how to innovate. This is a good thing! Only when young people know how to innovate will this country have new hope!"

"But Elder Jin..." The examiner was stunned by the scene happening on the arena.

"Listen to me!"

Jin Tong was very dissatisfied with the examiner interrupting him and directly scolded him.

"Only innovation can liberate thoughts, update concepts, eliminate malpractices and promote advantages; only innovation can overcome束缚 (shùfù, shackles), be积极 (jījí, proactive) and enterprising, and rise to a new height to achieve a new leap."

"Do you understand?"

The examiner's expression became even stranger.

"Elder Jin, I understand, but would you like to take a look at what the examinee on the arena is doing first?"

"Isn't it time for休整 (xiūzhěng, rest) now? What else can he do besides taking medicine to recover? He can't possibly拆 (chāi, dismantle) the arena..."

Jin Tong turned his head to look at the arena. The words he hadn't finished speaking instantly choked in his throat. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his blood pressure instantly soared!

That kid named Qiao Yu was actually拆 (chāi, dismantling) the arena!

What kind of outlaw is this?

How dare he?