154: Easily defeated
“He has some strength.”
Jiang Zhi looked at Li Changkong, also quite surprised.
He hadn't expected that this unremarkable young man in front of him would possess such a Rank.
However, he still didn't take Li Changkong seriously; he had lived many years longer and hadn't been idle.
Their Ranks looked very similar, but in terms of skill Ranks, there was definitely a qualitative difference between them.
“Do you dare to try?”
Li Changkong didn't answer, but instead asked a question in return.
“Since you want to seek death, then I can grant your wish.”
The opponent now seemed to have full confidence, and in response to Li Changkong’s provocation, he readily agreed.
The opponent was also a mage, but his attribute was very strange; he was actually an ice-attribute mage.
With a casual wave of his hand, a surge of cold Qi seemed to gush out, and as his Aura slightly emanated, it made the surrounding students feel a bone-chilling cold.
The buffs on his body had already disappeared, and he seemed to be in a weakened state.
Even so, Jiang Zhi was still full of confidence, believing that he could easily deal with Li Changkong, this menace.
Now they stood in confrontation, their eyes filled with ferocity.
And with a fierce swing of his staff, a blue glowing ice shard flew out from it.
In the blink of an eye, this ice shard had already enveloped Li Changkong.
Facing this aggressive magic, Li Changkong naturally didn't dare to be careless.
His figure flashed abruptly, easily dodging this attack.
And the opponent clearly had no intention of letting Li Changkong go; immediately after the first ice shard was released, a second spell followed closely.
The opponent's magic was like a violent storm, continuously striking at Li Changkong.
Li Changkong at this moment was only dodging, without the slightest thought of counterattacking.
“I remember Li Changkong should be a Summoner, isn't there a terrifying Dragon beside him? Why hasn't he summoned it?”
“What Summoner? I've seen him in a team before, he was clearly a Warrior.”
“What on earth are you all talking about? He seemed to have won by relying on magic during the big exam.”
“Nonsense, when he underwent his Awakening, I was there, and it seemed to be a bizarre profession called Family Teacher, no, People's Teacher.”
Some students below the stage also began to discuss amongst themselves at this time.
And the focus of their discussion now was what profession Li Changkong actually was.
However, after only a brief discussion, their gaze returned to the battle on the stage.
This level of expert combat was inherently rare to witness, so they were naturally exceptionally excited.
Li Changkong's performance, however, was not as good as they had imagined; instead, he kept dodging.
At first, the surrounding crowd watched with some interest.
But soon, they developed a sense of boredom.
When Jiang Zhi saw Li Changkong constantly dodging, his heart instead began to panic.
If it was just dodging, then anyone could do it.
But Li Changkong's dodging at this moment was extremely precise; each time, he narrowly avoided his magic.
If it was only once, then perhaps it was luck.
But Li Changkong's continuous dodging could not be easily explained away by the word 'luck'.
Although he was the attacker and held the initiative, he didn't feel any advantage at all; instead, he was being led by the nose by the opponent.
This kind of battle was inherently for experts to see the Dao, and for amateurs to watch the excitement.
Wang Yan, who had originally been very worried, now, for some reason, gradually relaxed.
The current Li Changkong was like a sinister viper, lurking and waiting for an opportunity.
Once this opportunity matured, he would furiously tear at the opponent.
This continuous offense also made Jiang Zhi somewhat tired.
Just as he put down his staff, preparing to rest for a moment, a figure ghost-like approached.
Li Changkong tightly gripped the Tianzi Sword, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside Jiang Zhi.
Before Jiang Zhi could even react, the long sword fell furiously, and streaks of sword shadows flickered.
Some students with weaker strength couldn't even clearly see how Li Changkong attacked; they could only see blurred sword shadows.
Blinding golden lights flashed across the arena.
Jiang Zhi, who had seemingly held an absolute advantage just moments ago, was already being beaten back in retreat within a blink of an eye.
The advantage of a mage itself was long-range attacks.
In a one-on-one fight, if a mage didn't have enough crowd control skills, they simply couldn't instantly kill a warrior.
Basically, after unleashing a wave of skills in the early stage, they would be at the mercy of others in the next wave.
However, after a few rounds, Jiang Zhi had already been smashed to the edge of the arena.
Now he was at his wit's end; all the skills he could use had already been unleashed.
Just as Jiang Zhi was about to fall off the cliff, Li Changkong suddenly stopped his attack.
Jiang Zhi also felt the pressure abruptly decrease, and he secretly sighed in relief.
Just as he thought Li Changkong was deliberately letting him go, a large foot flew over from a distance.
It turned out that the reason Li Changkong let him go was only to humiliate him more conveniently.
Unable to stand firm, he stumbled and fell off the arena, losing his balance and landing face down on the ground.
“I originally thought your Qing An First High School had some ability, but I didn't expect even the principal to be so useless.”
Li Changkong curled his lips and said.
He put the Tianzi Sword into his game inventory, squinted at Jiang Zhi on the ground, his tone full of disdain.
What he said was half-true and half-false.
He actually acknowledged the strength of this Rank, but his worst luck was probably meeting him.
The opponent's Rank proficiency was indeed very high, and those skills linked together, each more exquisite than the last.
But what Li Changkong feared the least was the opponent's skill attacks.
The only advantage the opponent had was in terms of combat experience.
In this aspect, Li Changkong was indeed at a disadvantage, which was why he frantically avoided his sharp edge in the early stages.
Once the opponent's composure was disturbed, it was time for Li Changkong to counterattack.
His counterattack was swift and decisive, completely intending to finish off the opponent.
Hearing Li Changkong's words, the opponent's face inevitably darkened.
After getting up from the ground, he looked exactly like a stray dog.
Although he hadn't suffered any injuries, the humiliation he had just endured was enough to make him unable to lift his head.