The person who spoke was Murad, who was sitting next to Grian.
He was wearing a crisp mage uniform.
The gray hair was covered with a thin layer of hair gel and combed into a standard three-quarter length.
Murad gently patted the former's shoulder and said:
"It's really wonderful."
"If I remember correctly, this should be called it, right?"
"At such a young age, I can reach level 13 in first grade."
"Not only that, you can also explore and practice your own signature skills, and even use them to perfection."
"Given time, this little girl will become an extremely outstanding mage."
Murad smiled and said:
"If I were like you, I had such an outstanding student."
"I'm afraid my mouth will burst from laughter even in my dreams!"
Grian replied calmly:
"Exaggerated."
Seeing that the other party looked a little cold, Murad's smile faded slightly.
"Why!"
He let out a long sigh.
Murad showed a troubled expression, shook his head and said:
"It's just a pity."
"You said you are such a good student, why do you have a special liking for ice spells?"
"Isn't that your favorite disciple?"
"Why are you not interested at all in the magic theory you are tinkering with?"
Hear the words.
Grian's expression changed slightly.
He ignored Murad's words, but quietly looked in the direction of the duel.
It was the halftime between the two games, and the cheerleaders were dancing passionately.
The large screen above the arena dome is also playing exciting replays of the battle in a loop.
Murad lowered his voice, half smiling, with a hint of gloating:
"When it comes to this, I have to mention it."
"Today's young people are really becoming less and less polite."
"A few days ago, I was having dinner with some students."
"A few people actually told me that Professor Grian's 'Cunning Fire School' is outdated!"
"What else are you saying, 'Which serious young man still uses this kind of magic nowadays' or something like that!"
"I was so angry that I scolded him bloody on the spot."
"It's okay to be rude, but you have high ambitions and low intentions. You are so ambitious."
"How dare an entry-level mage make comments about our great mage, Professor Grian?"
"I'm afraid I haven't been severely beaten by society..."
The more Murad talked, the more excited he became, and he even seemed to be unable to stop.
Abozo, who was sitting on the other side of Grian, couldn't bear to listen, so he interrupted:
"Teacher Murad, don't you still have classes to attend this morning?"
"Why are you so leisurely and elegant today to watch the Freshman Cup?"
Murad rolled his eyes:
"Oh, indeed."
"Thanks for reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten about it."
"Take your time, you two."
"I hope you all find good new people."
"It's better to be a middle school boy who likes to play with fire, hahaha~"
After standing up.
After Murad patted his butt, he hummed a pleasant tune and left the audience.
The vacant positions were quickly filled by other teachers of the same level.
After all, it has always been.
The seats in the front row can only be occupied by those with some skills.
"The old guy still talks like he deserves a beating as always."
Abozo whispered in Grian's ear.
When he sent Murad away, he was actually just venting his anger on him.
Murad's acting style has always been relatively flamboyant, and he has also mastered the magical skills of yin and yang like a fish in water.
Therefore, most of the colleagues in Sheng Yao College don't like Murad very much.
Murad, on the other hand, has never been able to deal with Grian.
The main reason is that the former is an associate professor and the latter is a professor.
Although there is only one word difference, the status and treatment of the two are not at the same level.
Sheng Yao College has only one professor selection quota every year.
Abozo seems to vaguely remember that it was during the academy's end-of-year professional title selection in a certain year.
Murad is confident, ambitious and high-spirited.
Lost to Grian by a wide margin...
From then on, Murad often began to make yin and yang comments, intentionally or unintentionally, and tit-for-tat at every turn.
However, the saddest thing is that that year was the closest Murad got to the title of professor...
Because in the following many years, Murad kept missing the professor, until now.
Today, Abozo can see that Associate Professor Murad seems to be quite worried about what happened back then...
In the past two years, the magic theory that Grian has been studying has caused a lot of controversy in the new generation of mage circles.
So it started from that time.
Murad has been obsessed with this matter.
Whenever he got the chance, he would have to say something bad to Gerian, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable all over...
From the perspective of Abozo, who is several years older than the two of them.
Murad is simply an immature kid who uses a small book to hold revenge after being robbed of a lollipop.
However, as a mentor who specializes in swordsmanship, Abozo does not really understand the overt and secret struggles in the magic circle.
"Don't mention him anymore, just watch the game."
Grian smiled lightly and said, "This year's freshmen are all quite capable."
"yes."
“It’s indeed higher quality than last year’s batch.”
"Many of the students in my class have already reached level 11."
Abozo nodded in agreement.
As he spoke, he changed the topic slightly and sighed:
"But having said that."
"Except for your magic system."
"Among the other freshmen this year, I seem to have never seen a few particularly amazing little guys..."
"I remember last year I met a very interesting new student, I think his name was Shi Gen or something..."
"You can actually use the skills of the dual sword style, which is quite impressive."
“But we haven’t seen such students this year.”
Grian shook his head and smiled:
"No hurries."
"The Freshman Cup has just begun."
"The exciting part is yet to come..."
When it comes to this.
The intermission was just over.
The sound of announcements came from all directions in the arena.
…
“The next game is coming to you soon!”
"Please invite the red and blue players to enter!"
In the arena, there were once again huge cheers.
The two students from the next group of PK also entered from both ends of the arena and walked to the duel stage respectively.
At the same time, the information of the players from both sides was also projected on the big screen.
next moment.
There was an uproar in the audience.
Because something strange seemed to be displayed on the big screen.
[Blue player: lv11 Troni]
…
…
——Level 1 freshman cup player! ?
Some people died, but not completely...
