Volume 2: Shenzhou Academy & The Battle of Venice
The moment Lin Feng’s declaration rang out, the entire Skymagic Coliseum plunged into an eerie, suffocating silence.
Scorching winds sweeping inland from Whale Bay blasted past the towering demon-warding pillars, carrying the briny tang of the sea mingled with the acrid stench of scorched stone. At the dead center of the arena, amidst a wasteland of fractured granite and pulverized debris, stood the lone silhouette of a youth in an ash-gray windbreaker. One hand rested nonchalantly in his pocket, while the index finger of his other hand crooked in a leisurely beckon toward the sea of faces packing the grandstands.
“ROOOAAAR——!!”
That brief stillness was violently torn to shreds by an unprecedented tempest of outraged roars! Over five thousand freshmen from the seven elemental departments erupted like a hornets’ nest prodded with a red-hot iron. Furious bellows, piercing catcalls, and vitriolic jeers rained down upon the arena stage like a torrential tsunami:
“Damn it all! What backwater hole did this arrogant punk crawl out of?!”
“’Come at me all at once’?! Who does he think he is—a Grand Archmage or a reborn God of War?!”
“Just look at the ragged beggar! A cheap, threadbare windbreaker, not even a single defensive magic tool to his name, without even the lowest-grade wand in hand! What right does he have to challenge the entire world?!”
“Beat him half to death! Teach this bumpkin what proper respect looks like at Shenzhou!”