Chapter 103: Your Level is Lower Than Mine, Summoning Seal Talisman
Xia Xue was very surprised.
It was rare for Lin Moyu to say so much.
It seemed Lin Moyu had some ulterior motive.
Xia Xue knew Lin Moyu well, and knew he wasn’t incapable of speaking, but just unwilling to say much.
When he did speak more, there must be a special reason.
It seemed this Ling Zhen had some conflict with Lin Moyu.
The question was now thrown to Ling Zhen’s side.
Ling Zhen began to hesitate.
Everyone was looking at him, waiting for his answer.
He had initiated the challenge, but now he himself didn’t dare to accept.
Lin Moyu asked, "Are you afraid?"
Ling Zhen was provoked. He was in a dilemma - if he didn’t agree, he would completely lose face.
His face would fall into the abyss.
Ling Zhen thought of his trump card and gritted his teeth, "What’s there to be afraid of? I accept."
Everyone began to move towards the university arena.
The big shots hidden in the sky chuckled.
Meng Anwen shook his head, "This guy is very stupid."
Bai Yiyuan also laughed, "Very foolish. People like this die quickly on the battlefield, just cannon fodder."
"Not just cannon fodder, he might even drag down teammates when running dungeons."
"Not knowing the depth of his opponent and rashly agreeing, he’s beyond saving."
In their words, Ling Zhen was utterly useless.
Ning Tairan said, "If he loses, I’m afraid even selling everything he has won’t be enough to pay."
Bai Yiyuan smiled, "Who knows how many points the little Lin has."
Ning Tairan thought for a moment, "At least 300,000."
"So many?" Bai Yiyuan was very surprised.
Even veteran students in the academy system who dealt with dungeon missions all day might not be able to produce 300,000 points.
This was no small amount.
Meng Anwen smiled, "What a little rich man."
Everyone arrived at the arena.
There were already many people in the stands, all senior students.
They knew there would be such a program after every opening ceremony, so they had come early to watch the show.
Meanwhile, the university’s healers were also ready.
A formation rose on the arena, enveloping it in a light screen.
"First match, Yu Fei versus Su Nianda."
Then came introductions of the two.
Coincidentally, both were elven archer career holders.
Yu Fei was from Flying Dragon Academy, level 24.
Su Nianda was the top scholar of Black River Province, level 16.
Both took a set of ordinary bows and arrows without any attribute bonuses from the arena, then entered the fighting platform.
Under the formation’s suppression, Yu Fei’s level quickly dropped to 16.
All skills above level 20 could not be used.
Everything was as it was when he was level 16.
Though his level was the same as Su Nianda’s, Yu Fei looked relaxed, not worried at all.
In contrast, Su Nianda looked a bit nervous.
Yu Fei chuckled, "Junior, I’m starting!"
"Okay, please guide me, senior."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a twang of the bow, an arrow flew over like lightning.
Su Nianda quickly dodged sideways and began to counterattack.
But when he drew his bowstring, Yu Fei had already disappeared from sight.
Where did he go?
Su Nianda wondered.
Suddenly he felt a chill behind him, a dagger was already at his throat.
Yu Fei had somehow gotten behind him.
An archer using a dagger, this was something Su Nianda hadn’t expected.
"We archers have a quick bow step skill, you know. Junior, you were too careless," Yu Fei said.
Yu Fei smiled and stepped back, opening the distance to give Su Nianda another chance.
Otherwise, if he had struck just now, Su Nianda would have been severely injured if not dead.
This time Su Nianda chose to attack proactively.
He aimed, drew his bow and shot, while firmly locking onto Yu Fei.
As he shot, Yu Fei also drew his bow and fired.
Skill: Triple Shot!
The arrow split into three, the first accurately blocking Su Nianda’s arrow.
The other two arrows flew straight at him.
Su Nianda’s face changed drastically as he dodged sharply.
At this moment, Yu Fei drew his bow again.
Skill: Magic Arrow.
Not a real arrow, but a magical arrow formed from skill energy.
The magic arrow was much faster than a real arrow. As Su Nianda was dodging, the magic arrow overtook him and hit accurately.
Su Nianda was blasted back several steps by the magic arrow, letting out a miserable cry.
Yu Fei pressed his advantage, firing several more arrows in succession.
Su Nianda dodged awkwardly, quickly taking another hit.
"I surrender!"
Su Nianda quickly raised the white flag in surrender.
Yu Fei smiled and said, "Junior, we archers aren’t just for shooting arrows from behind knights. We need to learn to fight independently, because we’ll face more than just dungeon monsters in the future."
"There won’t always be knights to shield you in front."
Su Nianda bowed sincerely, "Thank you senior, junior has learned the lesson."
This was the effect the university wanted.
To make new students recognize themselves, which would benefit their future development.
The matches continued one after another.
The senior students basically won in overwhelming fashion.
After all, they had experienced too many real battles in the university. Their various combat techniques and skill usage abilities were not something new students could compare to.
Xia Xue also accepted a challenge, but lost badly.
Facing a mage of the same level, she was completely suppressed from start to finish without any chance to fight back, finally having to surrender.
Xia Xue stomped her foot, looking unconvinced, "I won’t admit defeat. Give me time, I’ll definitely be stronger than him."
Zuo Mei said, "It’s okay, I lost too. I’ll keep you company."
"Mm, Xiao Mei is the best."
...
Can losing be compensated?
Feng Xiu couldn’t understand women’s thoughts, and neither could Lin Moyu.
The two looked at each other and shook their heads.
Girls’ thoughts were too strange.
"Next match, Ling Zhen versus Lin Moyu."
Lin Moyu responded and walked out.
Xia Xue cheered from behind, "Lin dummy, beat him up!"
She had full confidence in Lin Moyu.
The two went up to the platform at the same time.
Their information was displayed at this moment.
Ling Zhen, Baili Academy, Level 21, Warlock.
Lin Moyu, National Top Scholar, Level 22, Necromancer.
Wow!
Everyone present, without exception, turned to look at Lin Moyu.
National top scholar.
New student.
Level 22.
The key point was level 22.
They had seen many national top scholars, nothing strange.
But a level 22 new student, that was something they had never seen before.
Rarer than a priceless treasure.
"It’s him, the one from the Dungeon Hall who set new records."
"Right, that person was also called Lin Moyu. I thought it was just someone with the same name, turns out it’s the same person."
"Not just that, he’s been carrying people through Tyrant Desert dungeon these past two days, 1 carrying 39."
"I know too, 1000 points per person, earning nearly 40,000 points per dungeon run. He’s made a fortune."
"Now we have a good show to watch. If Lin Moyu wins, Ling Zhen will have to sell everything he owns."
"Didn’t expect to see such a big drama, worth coming here."
In the stands, everyone discussed excitedly.
They all waited like they were watching a good show.
On the arena, enveloped by the formation, the two couldn’t hear the outside voices.
Ling Zhen sneered, "Lin Moyu, what bullshit national top scholar. Before me, national top scholar means nothing."
Lin Moyu said calmly, "Your level is lower than mine."
Ling Zhen’s face changed. Lin Moyu was stating a fact.
He continued, "I’ve had excellent aptitude since childhood, entered the university for cultivation, joined the academy. A genius like me isn’t something someone like you can compare to."
Lin Moyu continued, "Your level is lower than mine."
Ling Zhen’s face became even uglier, "So what if your career is strong? That’s just luck. On the battlefield, combat awareness is more important."
"Your level is lower than mine."
Lin Moyu said calmly again.
Ling Zhen was about to explode with anger, "Didn’t your mother teach you how to speak?"
Lin Moyu’s expression changed. He had no mother.
Not in his previous life, nor in this life.
Killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Ling Zhen was startled by Lin Moyu’s gaze.
It was that look again, same as last time in the Dungeon Hall.
Lin Moyu would really kill him.
But...
Ling Zhen sneered, "You’re just relying on your summoning skill and corpse explosion skill, right? Without corpses, unable to summon, how are you any different from trash?"
"If not in the university, you’d be dead already."
A skeleton warrior appeared beside him.
The skeleton swung its blade, charging at Ling Zhen.
A talisman appeared in Ling Zhen’s hand, which he then crushed.
A gentle breeze blew past, and the skeleton warrior disappeared.
Lin Moyu found his skill seemed to be sealed.
He couldn’t summon anymore.
Ling Zhen laughed loudly, "See that? This is called a summoning seal talisman, specially used against summoners."
"Your summoning skill is already unusable, and there are no corpses here. Now you are nothing."
At this moment, Ling Zhen raised his staff, flames rising, "Be afraid. Today even if I can’t kill you, I can make you feel the searing pain of being burned."
He wanted to see panic on Lin Moyu’s face, but unfortunately Lin Moyu remained calm, showing no expression at all.
In the sky, Ning Tairan said in a low voice, "This Ling Zhen is playing dirty, actually using a summoning seal talisman. That’s something specifically targeting summoners."
Meng Anwen said, "The summoning seal talisman is an intermediate item, not something he should be able to obtain."
Ning Tairan said, "Looks like someone behind Ling Zhen wants to deal with Lin Moyu."
Bai Yiyuan was not worried at all, "They think the little Lin’s skills are just summoning, but they’re greatly mistaken. Watch, he’ll pay the price for this."
On the arena, Lin Moyu said calmly, "Ignorant."
He pressed his palm down, and a layer of bone armor appeared on his body.
Ling Zhen’s attack had already arrived, flames falling all over Lin Moyu’s body.