561 Chapter 561: Entrance Examination (2/2)
”Xing Er Song, you're here.” One of the invigilators stood up and waved at him. ”Please take a seat.”
The chubby dude obliged, taking a seat nearby. He caught sight of me and his lips twisted into a sneer. Even though he didn't say it out loud, it was clear what he was thinking.
”Heh. He's dressed in such shabby clothing. Thinking you have a chance to win against me, you are a deluded fool!”
Instead, he merely clicked his tongue while grinning arrogantly.
”So this is the student who is competing against me?” he asked snidely. ”You realize that you do need money to effectively master summoning magic, right?”
”No, you don't,” I retorted. ”Who the hell told you that?”
”Huh? Isn't it common knowledge?” Xing Er Song sneered. ”How can you call yourself a summoner if you don't even know such a basic thing?”
”Are you a summoner? Have you cast any summoning magic before?” I snapped irritably. ”At least I'm not arrogant enough to tell an earth mage how to learn earth magic. If you aren't a summoner, then you should go sing a song instead.”
”You…!” Xing Er Song snarled, but the invigilator raised a hand and cleared his throat before he could rise up to confront me.
”Boy, what are you thinking?” he hissed to Xing Er Song. ”Why did you come to Vermillion University? And you even insist on competing with a summoning student?”
”Uncle Li, what does that have to do with anything? And who cares about summoners? Everyone knows they are useless.” Xing Er Song waved his hand dismissively. ”Besides, you already know the details.”
”All right, since both candidates are here, we should begin.” One of the other invigilators waved me forward. ”Richard Huang, you're up first.”
”Okay.”
I had spent too much time sitting around in the venue, so I could just summon my Celestial Guardians at any time. The moment I went up on stage, I finished casting my spell.
Vermillion Phoenix materialized with a thunderous screech, spreading his wings majestically and conjuring a brilliant halo of flames around him. All the invigilators gaped at me, their jaws falling wide open. Even Xing Er Song looked pale when he caught sight of the soul beasts I could summon.
”This is amazing…”
”Even though we have seen this soul beast in recordings…to actually witness this up close in person…”
”Just how much willpower and determination do you have to possess in order to summon a soul beast of that magnitude?”
”And his records say he can summon four more soul beasts of a similar level.”
Smiling, I raised a hand and summoned White Tiger for emphasis. There were even more gasps of shock and awe from the invigilators. As for Xing Er Song, he sank back into his seat, probably regretting his words from earlier.
I told you that you didn't need money to summon. Just willpower.
”Dean Xiao, the summoning department definitely wants this student!”
”!!”
Both Xing Er Song and his butler jolted up at those words from one of the invigilators. Incensed, the chubby earth mage jumped up and pointed at me rudely.
”Want him?! On what basis?!”
The guy was literally throwing a tantrum in front of the professors of Vermillion University. I couldn't help but watch, astonished, as he continued raving and ranting.
”What's so great about summoning a bird and a tiger? Hasn't Vermillion University always placed an emphasis on practical battle experience? I'm sure I can totally destroy a team of such soul beasts on my own!”
”…uh, okay?” I responded, not knowing what to say. I was so amused that I couldn't even rise to his provocations. This guy was…deluded.
Xing Er Song must have realized that I was inwardly laughing at him, for a vein popped in his face. He stomped on the ground and a colossal slab of rock materialized under his feet, ferrying him toward the stage. The guy was trying to show off, but I had fought far more impressive opponents in the past.
He jumped off the rock spike and landed on the stage before jabbing a finger at me.
”Let me take on your soul beasts,” he suggested. ”And we'll see how well they will fare against me, eh?”
”Don't want, eh.” I replied. The chubby fella bristled.
”Are you a coward?!”
”No lah,” I responded. ”You think I got time to play with you, is it? I look like I very free ah? Lim Pei got better things to do.”
Everyone was gaping at me, and I realized that I had accidentally slipped back to my Singaporean accent. Not that I care, so I continued.
”Why you so garang sia? Cannot anyhow come here and fight what. You think this is your grandfather's house, is it? Don't anyhow kajiao people, can or not?”
”Can you speak properly?” one of the invigilators asked. I sighed.
”Sorry. I mean, before challenging me, don't you think it is polite to ask the invigilators for permission?”
”This…” one of the invigilators spoke up, realizing that I was right. She turned to the others for support.
”I don't see the harm in a little contest,” the invigilator that Xing Er Song called Uncle Li said, gesturing in a friendly manner.
”We'll go with that then,” the chief invigilator declared, making a decision. He nodded at me. ”Dismiss your soul beasts. The both of you, reset your casting. We'll begin the duel in five minutes.”
”Yes, sir.” The chief invigilator was Dean Xiao, now I remembered Henry Porter introducing him before. Dismissing my Celestial Guardians, I hopped off the stage and began resetting everything. Snorting scornfully, Xing Er Song did the same.
The poor guy had no idea what was coming for him, did he?