Chapter 323: A Fight Breaks Out
A training ground in the southeast corner of the Magic Association is the daily training ground that Serie designated explicitly for her five disciples.
Multiple protective barriers have been erected here, making it extremely sturdy and capable of withstanding attacks from their ever-increasing magical power.
However, compared to the sounds produced by magic, an atmosphere stemming from racial differences was even more noticeable.
Among the five disciples, the human boy Evan has the most outstanding talent. He not only has an extraordinary affinity for elemental magic but also possesses remarkable combat intuition and learning ability.
Many complex high-level spells that others need to study repeatedly to master, he can often grasp the essence after just a few studies and perform them quite well.
Even Serie privately acknowledged his talent to Kurtz, but the proud elf would never admit it publicly.
But this talent seemed particularly glaring in the eyes of another disciple, an elven boy named Legolas.
He was born in the land of elves, but unlike the orthodox elves, he possessed more human-like emotions, which had even begun to evolve into a kind of arrogance, a characteristic typical of the elves of the land of elves.
As the Elf Kingdom gradually opened to the outside world, the elves came to understand certain emotions through long conversations with other races, and these negative emotions were learned even more quickly.
Therefore, in Legolas's view, humans, a race with short lifespans, even if they occasionally have outstanding talents, are merely a flash in the pan and can never be compared with elves, who are born with magical talents and can even accumulate magic power over a long period of time.
Not to mention, this human had clearly gained the attention of the elven saint, Serie, which made him even more displeased.
"Hmph, it's just a little bit of cleverness, nothing special!" Legolas sneered from the side, speaking in a voice just loud enough for those around to hear. "Human lifespan means you'll never understand the true nature of magic. No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain."
At first, Evan was unwilling to argue with him; besides, the best evidence against his argument was Kurtz himself, an actual being who understood the essence of magic.
But this temporary concession only resulted in more obvious targeting.
The other human mages who were also studying under Serie were indignant about this, but due to Legolas's strength and elven identity, they could not directly confront him.
Among the five, the girl named Sia, who was also of elven descent, tried to act as a peacemaker, but to little avail. As time went on, and with Legolas's constant taunts, Evan's anger grew steadily, making the atmosphere on the training field increasingly tense.
Finally, the oppressive atmosphere was ignited entirely.
"Legolas! If you really believe that elves are far superior to humans, then prove it with your strength! Empty words only make you look haughty but useless!" Evan glared at Legolas, who was once again mocking him, and finally couldn't help but speak up.
Legolas was taken aback at first, then a look of anger flashed across his face. "Good! Just what I wanted!"
A conflict was about to break out, and the others on the training field immediately tensed up, with Sia even stepping forward to try to dissuade them.
Just as the two were channeling their magic, a voice suddenly interrupted their actions: "What are you two doing?"
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Flamme standing at the entrance to the training ground, with a furrowed brow.
As Serie's second disciple, a renowned archmage within the association, and further enhanced by her status as Kurtz's only disciple, her position and prestige were enough to inspire awe in these young mages.
"Senior Flamme!" The five of them immediately stopped what they were doing, restrained their magic, and respectfully bowed to greet her, even the arrogant Legolas was no exception.
Despite his constant references to humans being short-lived, he wouldn't dare utter a single word when faced with Flamme or even Kurtz.
Flamme approached, her gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the crowd before finally settling on Evan and Legolas: "The Magic Association strictly forbids mages from fighting in private. If there is any conflict, you can apply for a public match through proper channels. You are both disciples carefully selected by Teacher Serie, and you should get along well, not act impulsively here."
Faced with Flamme's admonition, Evan and Legolas both lowered their heads, but their clenched fists and defiant glances showed that they had not truly listened to Flamme's words.
Flamme sighed, about to offer a few more words of advice, when an even colder voice suddenly interrupted: "Since you can't stand each other, why not just fight?"
Serie's figure suddenly appeared at the center of the training field, her lengthy hair still damp.
Serie was extremely sensitive to all magical energy within the association. She sensed it the instant the magical energy surged within these two. The reason she arrived a little later than Flamme was that she had changed into a new outfit.
"Teacher Serie!" Everyone bowed again, their hearts tightening.
Flamme hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Teacher, isn't this... a bit inappropriate? The association has clearly stipulated..."
"It's alright, I gave permission." Serie interrupted her and said with great interest, "Suppressed conflicts won't disappear; they will only accumulate. In that case, why don't we have a fight? It's alright, with me here, you can attack with confidence."
Seeing the bewildered looks on everyone's faces, Serie rested her head on her hand and thought for a moment before continuing, "Furthermore, the winner will receive an extra reward, the magic he desires."
This statement instantly aroused envy in everyone.
A spell personally promised by Lady Serie!? This is an irresistible temptation for any mage!
Even Flamme, standing to the side, shook her head repeatedly upon hearing the condition and did not try to dissuade her teacher any further.
Meanwhile, Evan and Legolas's eyes sharpened instantly, all their concerns vanished, and a strong fighting spirit filled the air.
"In that case, teacher, please be our judge!" Legolas spoke first, his posture already shifting into a battle stance.
"Then let's begin!" Evan said without hesitation, magic swirling around his fingertips.
The battle erupted instantly in the center of the training field.
As a true elf, Legolas unleashed light and plant magic, with countless thick vines sprouting from the ground and dozens of light arrows appearing in the air, instantly sealing off all of Evan's escape routes.
However, Evan displayed his exceptional fighting talent. His magic may not be as profound as Legolas's, but he knows how to achieve the best results with the least amount of magic.
In his hands, a simple fireball was no longer a simple bombardment, but rather a kind of tracking effect, precisely interrupting Legolas's casting rhythm and neutralizing the attack at a minimal cost.
Serie immediately realized that Evan had incorporated some tracking effects into his magic.
The battle began with fierce fighting and thus ended very quickly.
Legolas ultimately underestimated Evan's adaptability in the heat of battle. His defensive magic was forcibly torn apart, and he was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground. Although he was not seriously injured, the outcome was already decided.
Panting, Evan looked at Serie and said excitedly, "Teacher Serie, I won! The reward I wanted is...the immortality magic that Senior Kurtz possesss!"
Upon hearing this, everyone on the training field fell silent. The words hung in the air like a challenge.
While everyone wants this magic, isn't this too obvious?
Even Flamme looked at Evan in surprise, not expecting him to be so upfront about his ambitions.
Serie's expression froze instantly, then darkened. She said irritably, "This magic is not within the scope of my promise."
Faced with Serie's almost contradictory behavior, Evan opened his mouth but dared not argue, and could only whisper, "Then...I want to learn the highest level of light elemental magic."
This time, Serie did not refuse. She stepped forward and began instructing Evan, her movements precise and controlled.
After teaching Evan the highest level of magic, Serie turned to face the other disciples, her gaze moving across each of their various expressions before she spoke. Her voice carried a weight that made everyone listen intently:
"The magic of immortality is not something I am unwilling to give you, but something you will never be able to learn. In fact, let alone you, no one in this world, except Kurtz, can learn it."
After leaving behind this meaningful remark, Serie said no more. She turned and walked away from the training ground, her footsteps echoing across the stone ground.
[End of Chapter]
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