Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 26 The young master is better than me

Any good warrior must have the spirit of never admitting defeat.

Gus has always been in second place, and failure is commonplace. Every time he loses a battle, he will reflect deeply on himself. Look for flaws and flaws in your own moves to seek improvement.

The defeat in this battle was mainly due to two reasons.

On the one hand, Musophi's strength is indeed ridiculously strong. On the other hand, Gus must admit that he is careless. Since I didn't sense the other party's malice, I subconsciously relaxed and failed to respond with all my strength.

"Ready to continue!" Musophei jumped back lightly and put some distance between them.

"Sorry for making you laugh!" Gus regained his confidence, his eyes filled with solemnity as if facing a formidable enemy.

The two clashed again.

Gus adjusted his tactics from a relentless offensive to a steady and steady attack, focusing on defensive counterattacks.

The bamboo knives collided in the air, and the pressure of the swords spread at the point of collision, causing strong winds to blow.

Whether it's strength, speed, or fighting spirit, the black and white bears have the absolute upper hand. The biggest difference between elite level and ordinary level is the fighting spirit attribute.

The transparent aura covering Guts' body has no attributes. Musophei's fighting spirit is of the wind attribute, which additionally increases shooting speed, attack speed, flexibility and the unique sharpness of the wind attribute.

After a few breaths, Musophei seized the flaw and lightly sliced ​​the bamboo knife across Gus' neck.

"Young man, show your true skills! You won't stop here..."

"Huhu, Mr. Musophi! Thank you for your mercy."

Gus adjusted his mentality and breathing, and attacked again.

Fail several times in a row, each time holding on longer than the previous one.

Musophi clearly sensed Gus' progress, and his round bear face showed approval and affirmation.

"As expected of the talent recommended by Miss Ataya, he is much better than a rotten tree whose territory cannot be carved..."

Hearing Taiya's name, Gus's face flashed with softness: "I will not embarrass Miss Taiya!"

"Well, not bad! Let's rest for a while and adjust..." Musophi took out the bamboo tube from the backpack next to him, took a sip of water, and handed it to Gus.

The two of them sat back to back on a large raised gray-white stone nearby.

"I have nothing to do anyway. I will train with you every day from now on."

"Really?"

Gus looked excited, and it was obvious that fighting with strong men would improve his strength.

Especially when the other party has no ill intentions, he has no reason to refuse.

"You must seize the time to improve yourself and become a talent that can be used by the family." Musophei lowered his head and turned over the bamboo basket, grabbed a handful of bamboo rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

I just exercised for a while and I feel like I’m exhausted...

"Mr. Butler, your strength must be among the best among the Blue Rose family?" Gus took advantage of the rest time to curiously inquire about the news.

"Don't dare to take it! Blue Rose is a family from the North. The family tradition advocates bravery. The territory borders the Misty Mountains and the Orc Kingdom. There are frequent frictions. The family is full of powerful people. Mr. Bruno, who is responsible for protecting Miss Taiya, was once a super-level magic swordsman. , extremely powerful. The head of the family, Count Tyron, is at his peak and also has super-level strength. In addition, there are nobles, followers, and guests who are loyal to the count. I am one of them." Musophi told the newcomers. A general introduction to the family situation: "No matter what others say, the only thing I can be sure of is that the young master is the strongest! The gap between me and the young master is wider than the gap between you and me..."

Gus subconsciously thought that the young master Musophi mentioned was Tai'an's father, and Tai'an was the young master, and those above him were the master and the great master...

Only in this way is it reasonable. At No. 16, Pale Courtyard, the luncheon is still going on.

Everyone in Tai'an enjoys all kinds of dishes, and their stomachs feel like they are bottomless pits.

I don't believe you can still eat it. Yinyue winked at the maid and placed another batch of delicacies on the table: "Xiao An, how is my food?"

"I won't pay attention to you if you call me random names."

With short hands for taking people and short mouth for eating people, the shota wizard's attitude has gone from being completely indifferent to now being slightly relaxed, even though he didn't even raise his head.

"I'm a few days older than you. Your birthday is in early August, and mine is in late July. You should call me sister." Yin Yue's slender fingers gently tapped the table to emphasize.

"Who told you my birthday?"

"Sister Taiya!"

"She has a bad memory..." Tai'an put down the knife and fork in his hand, patted his stomach, and burped. He rarely eats like this to survive. The food he consumed alone was greater than the rest of the people combined: "Anyway, thank you for the hospitality."

"You don't want me to call you Xiao An, how can I call you." The corners of the silver-haired loli's mouth raised an undetectable arc.

"Just call me Tai'an-san."

Wizard Shota frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach. Fortunately, he could hold it in. The stomach of the Immortal Cultivator was stronger than that of the Earth Dragon Beast. Some tricks that caused diarrhea due to conflicting food properties were ineffective on him. He pretended to be nonchalant and looked straight at him calmly. Gougou stared at the silver-haired Lolita, and felt guilty for a moment when his eyes wandered.

Xiao Nizi has a strong desire for revenge! I will definitely train him well if I find an opportunity another day.

"Taian's classmate is so cute. He's like a stranger. Xiao An is more approachable." Yin Yueqiang retorted with a smile.

"It's up to you! Anyway, I will only respond to the correct address." Tai'an took out the napkin from the space ring and wiped his mouth.

The melodious bell of the Wizard Tower rang, and unknowingly it was time for class at 1 p.m.

Tai'an went to the toilet to excrete food residue and jumped forward refreshed.

The jet-black wizard's robe was like a black flag hunting in the wind, leaping from the sky and falling silently on the square at the door.

The distorted light conceals the face and figure, making it impossible for strangers to deduce the identity.

Shota clasped his hands behind his back and followed several senior students, exuding an aura that no one should enter.

There are less than two hundred spellcasters in the entire wizard branch. If you have a better memory, you can probably remember all their names and faces.

However, there are always some people who hide their identities and live alone and act withdrawn.

The others were not surprised by this. As long as you don't do anything outrageous, no one will care.

While waiting for the Stairway to Heaven, several senior students were discussing the matter of assessing official spell casters. The luckier brown-haired boy had passed the test of the Spellcasters Association during the winter vacation and was looking very proud of himself.

There are so many conveniences to becoming a formal caster. In terms of tax exemptions and various priority benefits, others are envious.

The moment he walked out of the Stairway to Heaven, the light around Tai'an twisted and slowly dispersed.

It is the core principle he has set for himself that his true strength and true identity cannot be shown at the same time.

Hidden behind the scenes, he becomes an existence that is unexpected by everyone and can influence the chess game.

(End of this chapter)