A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 467 Competition

Chao Bufan wasn't being pretentious; he had discovered that the real Principal George Tedo and the professors from the Black Magic Academy had already appeared in the Black Magic Forest. The principal chatting with Professor Mihir was merely a tutor from the academy using the "magical transformation" skill to impersonate Principal George Tedo and appease Professor Mihir. The professors, too, were all imposters.

After throwing down a single sentence, Chao Bufan walked forward arrogantly, not caring whether Professor Mihir understood it or not. However, as he passed the students of the Black Magic Academy, although they all made way for him, most of them wore mocking expressions.

Chao Bufan and the others naturally saw this, sneered inwardly, and then ignored it, walking onto the competition platform.

Upon seeing the students from the Magic Academy finally take the stage, the slightly chubby man standing in the middle of the five students who had been waiting for a long time immediately smiled and introduced himself first: "Hello everyone, my name is Jason Steinlin, one of the students in the eighth-year multi-disciplinary class of the Dark Magic Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you all!"

The man's voice was deep and powerful, but his eyes clearly held a hint of contempt.

As soon as he finished speaking, another man, expressionless and disdainful, said, "My name is Mozart, a student from the fire class at the Black Magic Academy eight years ago."

"My name is Mosti, an eighth-year water-type student at the Black Magic Academy."

"My name is Millerdave, and I am an eighth-year student in the Ice Magic class at the Dark Magic Academy."

"My name is Charles, an eighth-year lightning-type student at the Dark Magic Academy."

The five participants from the Black Magic Academy gave brief self-introductions, their tone flat and their eyes filled with disdain.

Since they look down on me, I won't give them a friendly look either. Chao Bufan deliberately raised his voice, sneered, and before Bridal could introduce himself, he preemptively said coldly, "I think we don't need to introduce ourselves! Anyway, in the competition, one side will always have to give their life on this stage, so what's the point of introducing ourselves!"

"Well!!"

On the competition stage, everyone was stunned. No one expected Chao Bufan to say something so unexpected, even skipping the self-introduction.

After a brief moment of surprise, the opposing academy immediately realized what was happening. Jason Stein smiled and nodded, saying, "In that case, let's begin the match!"

Boom!

After half an hour of commotion in the largest playground of the Black Magic Academy, it was finally broken by a deep, otherworldly chime. The melodious sound of the bell rang out and echoed throughout the Black Magic Forest.

As the bell tolled, countless fervent gazes immediately turned towards the main part of the training ground—the competition platform. There, two figures slowly appeared. The one in the lead was none other than Jobrida, an elder from Black House Mountain. His illustrious status and high position caused the vast training ground to fall silent upon his melodious appearance, with only the long, resounding bell echoing throughout the entire Black Magic Academy. Behind him stood another elderly man, seemingly languid. Even as his gaze swept over all the participating students on the platform, he showed no sign of concern. This was Sanchez, the former headmaster of the Black Magic Academy, another elder of illustrious status and high position.

These two are the referees for this competition. As you can imagine, both referees are from the Dark Magic Academy, so there is no suspense in this competition. No matter the outcome, the scales of victory will tip in favor of the Dark Magic Academy.

The appearance of the two men undoubtedly reassured all the students of the Dark Arts Academy. Jason Stein and the others quickly bowed and said respectfully, "Greetings, Mr. Lauren, and Mr. Sanchez."

The two elderly men nodded in unison, their expressions calm. They then sat down in the chairs placed diagonally opposite each other on the competition stage. The elderly man named Lauren then said indifferently, "Let's begin!"

After saying that, the two closed their eyes. It seemed that these two were not there to act as referees or to supervise the battle, but rather to sleep.

Boom!

On the vast playground, the melodious bell rang out once again, and countless fervent gazes instantly converged on the ten youthful figures in the field.

“I’d like to say,” Jason Steinlin sneered, his face full of disdain, “you guys better watch out when things start to get serious. We don’t hold back when we fight, and if we’re not careful, you might end up—”

As he spoke, Jason Steinlin deliberately shrugged, the meaning of which was quite clear: "He's dead."

Chao Bufan looked at the smug Jason Stein with a hint of helplessness, then glanced at the others and couldn't help but shake his head.

What a bunch of reckless fools!

"I said~" Chao Bufan sighed, and said irritably, "We're about to die, can't we stop talking nonsense?"

Seeing Chao Bufan's dismissive attitude, Jason Stein smiled contemptuously, and together with his companions, he brandished his magic wands, then coldly said, "Hmph, since you're all so eager to die, then we'll grant your wish—"

"Clap clap clap!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out in the arena. Jason Steinlin swallowed the rest of his words. He stared blankly at the five magic academy students in front of him, then looked at his companions. When he saw that each of his companions had a bright red handprint on their face, he felt a burning pain on his own face.

He and his companions were all slapped for no reason.

"What...is going on?"

A gasp of surprise erupted around the arena. Many hadn't even seen what had happened, only hearing a series of slaps and seeing the handprints on Jason Stein and the others' faces. Even the two referees, who had been seemingly sleeping soundly in their chairs across the arena, were taken aback by the sudden slaps. The two elderly men stared incredulously at the bright red handprints on Jason Stein and the others' faces. Even those seated in front of them seemed confused; people were talking, and suddenly they were slapped, and no one had seen who delivered the blow. After a brief moment of astonishment, only Mihir quickly understood what had happened. Although she hadn't seen the culprit either, her first thought was of him—Chao Bufan.

Yes, in her view, only the extraordinary could possess such speed and movement, faster than lightning and thunder.