Chapter 468 - I can do that too (1/2)

The students in the Meteorite Cla.s.s were almost all middle-aged men ranging between levels seven and nine.

Roland was level eight, and he could deal with this cla.s.s perfectly.

Those at the Obsidian Cla.s.s were between levels five and seven. They were perfect for Betta who was level six too.

On the surface, Roland’s and Betta’s levels were lower than the best of the two cla.s.ses, but in most cases, unless one’s stats were much higher than their opponent’s, the victory of a battle couldn’t be decided merely by stats.

Besides, in terms of stats, the Golden Sons were much better than most.

Although Roland was only level eight, he had higher stats than most level-ten Mages did.

As a Divine n.o.ble, Betta had comprehensive abilities, and his stats growth was the highest among all cla.s.ses.

However, most of his cla.s.s abilities were focused on establis.h.i.+ng knight groups and commanding group battles.

Therefore, he was only excellent, and not the best, when it came to individual fighting.

But still, he was much better than most people.

It was more than easy for him to deal with Mages on the same level and those who didn’t have extraordinary stats.

Besides, both Roland and Betta had been through many battles. It was not a big deal for the players, but for the NPCs, both of them were killing G.o.ds.

The students in the Red Magic Tower, in comparison, were mostly academic Mages whichever cla.s.s they belonged to.

Getting out of the cla.s.sroom, Roland went straight at the Meteorite Cla.s.s.

Betta turned around and blocked the Obsidian Cla.s.s.

Since the cla.s.ses were just over, many middle-age Mages were walking out of the Meteorite Cla.s.s.

Roland stood in the middle of the way not far away from the door.

Far away behind him, his cla.s.smates from the Ruby Cla.s.s watched the drama.

Some of them followed Betta to the Obsidian Cla.s.s for fun too.

Chatting on their way out, the middle-aged Mages were all dumbfounded to see Roland in the middle of the way.

Because a new cla.s.s was gathered every five years, they had spent ten years in this cla.s.s, and they knew all their cla.s.smates as well as those from the Obsidian Cla.s.s.

Roland looked strange, but he was wearing a magic robe, so he was clearly a student of the newly-found Ruby Cla.s.s.

A freshman was bold enough to stand in their way?

After the initial daze, they all stopped and looked at each other in surprise.

In the end, a middle-aged man walked straight at Roland.

In such a situation, if Roland didn’t greet him, he could make way for the middle-aged Mage according to the unspoken rule of the Red Magic Tower.

But Roland didn’t do anything.

The middle-aged Mage was slightly irked on his way to Roland. While walking, he pointed at Roland and chanted a spell.

Freezing magic power condensed at his fingertips. He was about to launch the ice spell, when a blue enormous fist punched him right in his face so fast that n.o.body could react.

The Mage was instantly thrown a dozen meters back to his cla.s.smates.

Though he vomited blood nonstop, his life wasn’t at risk.

Someone from the Meteorite Cla.s.s immediately cast Lesser Healing on the wounded Mage.

Indignation was gradually growing in the crowd.

Another pretty-looking middle-aged man came close and asked Roland coldly, “Boy, what’s the meaning of this?”

“I heard that the rule of this place is that I don’t need to make way or run errands for you as long as I can beat you,” said Roland gently. “So I’ve come here to try. I’m not a fan of being bossed around.”

So, he was here to challenge them.

The students of the Meteorite Cla.s.s were all enraged.

As talents who were about to graduate, and who might become Masters in a couple of years, they were provoked by a rookie from the Ruby Cla.s.s that was at least ten years younger than themselves.

That was not something that they could hold back for.

The middle-aged Mage cast a magic s.h.i.+eld on himself. He walked forward and pointed at Roland. “Who do you think you are? You only ambushed Cardo when he wasn’t prepared. As long as I’m prepared…”

Instead of listening to any more of his nonsense, Roland snapped his fingers, and the blue giant fist punched him again along with another three blue Hands of Magic that he just evoked.

The four giant fists pummeled the middle-aged Mage nonstop.

Every punch carried a force of nearly four tons and spread countless ripples on the middle-aged Mage’s magic s.h.i.+eld.

The middle-aged Mage’s magic power was drained quickly. He couldn’t even chant a spell. After all, it wasn’t easy to use magic when he was losing his magic power fast.

Three seconds later, the middle-aged Mage’s magic s.h.i.+eld was broken, and he was punched back into the crowd.

The four Hands of Magic flew back to Roland.

The middle-aged man vomited blood, looked at Roland in frustration, and pa.s.sed out.

“Next.”

Roland’s smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.