Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 355 The First Lesson at the Arcane Academy

The first lesson of the day at the Lighthouse Arcane Academy is always runic literature, or magical linguistics.

Magical language is an extension of true name, and research on magical language and research on true name are largely interconnected.

The true name is the very existence of all things, while the magical language is the phenomenon itself of how all things operate. To speak the magical language is to speak the phenomenon; therefore, when the words are spoken, the law follows.

Lin Bo will also discuss some knowledge of real names as an extension during his lectures, but he will not focus on it in depth.

After all, for spellcasters without the power of incantations, even knowing the true name doesn't allow them to cast spells. Studying the true name is truly a laborious task, like using a dull knife to pick firewood or sifting gold from sand.

However, knowing the true name also has its advantages. It can be regarded as a powerful spell pointer, with an effect similar to obtaining fragments of body tissue from the target, making magic or curses more targeted.

Lin Bo often encouraged his disciples to venture into this path, for without learning the true name, they would be unable to grasp the profound meaning of magical language and would spend their entire lives wandering outside the door.

The Grand Master taught with ease and fluency, starting with a review of the first lesson, and the pace was very fast.

The veteran disciples found it easy to review and learn new things.

Most of the auditors had previewed the material beforehand, and when they saw the real power runes on the blackboard without having to explain the mathematical language, they were moved to tears.

There were also a few careless fans of the variety show, either because their interest in their idols outweighed their thirst for knowledge, and they entered the game simply to fulfill their dreams, or because they hadn't done their homework beforehand and thought they could just learn on the spot. As a result, they were quickly left behind, gradually becoming distracted and inattentive, scratching their heads in frustration.

Lin Bo did not wait for these few people with unstable foundations, but simply laid out his thoughts.

He uses a lot of mathematical language to deduce, which is beyond the limits of many natural spellcasters who don't study. Even if they can understand it, they will gradually find it difficult.

The class lasted an hour. Some people were suddenly surprised by how much time had passed, while others, drenched in sweat, sighed that their ordeal was over.

"No distractions today, classes all day. Take a half-hour break first, have breakfast, and then gather at the Enchanting classroom."

The senior disciples were invigorated. Usually, the Grand Master was busy receiving visitors or taking solitary walks in contemplation, teaching at most three or four classes a day. Such a privilege was a rare treat.

The auditors had varying reactions.

Magicians from proper academies adapted well to this level of instruction, while self-taught, unorthodox magicians were somewhat disheartened.

"Finally, get out of class is over."

"My cerebral cortex feels itchy, does that mean I'm about to learn something new?"

"It could also be that grass has grown there."

After class, the auditing students surrounded Lin Bo, with fans clamoring for his autograph and diligent students asking him questions.

The flying sword apprentice's face lit up with excitement. "Master, do you still remember me?"

“Of course.” Lin Bo smiled and nodded. The energy master in front of him was proficient in the Magic Duncan Force Field Sword and had a great passion for duels with flying weapons, which had shown Lin Bo a novel field of combat.

"I followed your instructions and switched factions. I wanted to consult you, but you never appeared. Later I found out that you were participating in another instance's battle. Luck was on my side; I managed to snag a World Pass!"

"Your swordsmanship has truly broadened my horizons, Master," Lin Bo said softly in thanks. "I've been too busy to discuss this with you. Now that you're here, let's spar again. We can learn from each other and improve together."

"You flatter me!" The [Flying Sword Apprentice] trembled with excitement. "Then, please?"

Lin Bo looked at the other auditors and pointed to the crowd, "If you have any questions about the lesson just now, ask this student. He will surely be able to answer them for you."

The archmage pointed out a slender human man wearing a pure white cotton knit sweater, who looked somewhat helpless and innocent. "I also want to see you fight with swords."

"The capable should do more." The Grand Master smiled and said, "Give me a hand."

"Alright, alright." The ancient saint sighed and spread his hands to his companions around him. "If you trust me, you can ask me questions, and I will try my best to answer them."

[Frosty Soup Stew Pot] Hesitantly pinched her fingers, "Teacher, shall I cook for you?"

Lin Bo shook his head. "I will arrange your exams tomorrow. So, focus on your studies today and don't get distracted by trivial matters."

"Alright," the halfling said, bowing his head sullenly.

"Wow, there's an exam? Could you highlight the important points beforehand, Master?"

Lin Bo smiled without saying a word. Although his expression was amiable, it made the students feel uneasy and their legs weak. He led a group of people away from the lighthouse to the headland's rocky beach, where they chose two jagged rocks near the shore as footholds. The rule was to hold the line; if the enemy's flying weapons pushed them to their footholds, it would be considered a defeat.

The senior disciples in the canteen also came upon hearing the news, some carrying trays and bowls, and holding bread and ham. They lined up on the rocky beach to watch the match.

"I never thought I'd see a Grand Mage make a move. Even if I die now, it would be worth it," the astrologer murmured excitedly.

"The Grand Master really values ​​these strangers. What are their origins?" the jeweler muttered to himself.

"Shh, be quiet," the witch waved her hand.

[Flying Sword Apprentice] gazed at the Grand Mage a hundred paces away. At this distance, the Grand Mage's towering figure was barely larger than a ping-pong ball. He shouted loudly, "Master! Since sparring with you, I have witnessed a new world of flying weapons! Now is the time for me to show you my progress!"

The noisy sea breeze tore his voice apart, but the Grand Master's words drifted on the wind, as if they were ringing in his ears.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

[Flying Sword Apprentice] took a deep breath, took out a small golden ball from the spellcasting material bag, and held it to his brow.

His Demon Duncan Sword has reached the maximum level of Lv4, so it can unleash repulsive waves and freely choose the shape of the force field sword.

Since witnessing Lin Bo's ever-changing swordsmanship, he abandoned his original sword shape and chose a round shape instead, sacrificing speed and sharpness for greater flexibility in technique.

This is the formless form, and also the form of all forms.

By extending a finger to manipulate the magic network's coordinates, the built-in magic network protocol allows players to still cast magic network spells even in magic-free dungeons. In other words, the player themselves is a magic network signal base station.

Using magical energy to manipulate the origins of the universe, the omnipresent force field, and guided by spellcasting materials, the force field shape is shaped.

A golden force field sword pellet floated in the air, like a tiny sun, shining brightly in the morning light.

"Master, please forgive me." [Flying Sword Apprentice] bowed respectfully, a sign of a mage duel.

The force field sword pellet suddenly shot through the air, tearing through the atmosphere and emitting a loud, resounding clang.

The hearts of everyone on the rocky beach tightened, and they watched with bated breath.

The moment the sword pellet solidified, Lin Bo could clearly hear the sound of the energy surge.

He silently recited his true name, stretched out his hand and drew a line in the air. A colorless and invisible wall quietly stretched out fifty steps in front of him, and the sea surface silently cracked open.

"It's a force field wall." The players recognized it immediately, but were also puzzled, "Isn't this a duel involving flying weapons? What's the mage doing?"

The sword pellet leaped up suddenly before impact, but no matter how high it flew, it couldn't clear the wall and crashed back.

[Flying Sword Apprentice] glared and shouted, his fingers gripping the magic net's warp and weft, plucking it like playing a zither. The sword pellet suddenly contracted, spitting out a slender golden arc wave. The high-intensity energy jet was equivalent to a weak disintegration spell, enough to open a crack in the force field wall.

The golden thread flashed by, leaving a vacuum area in its wake, where air rushed in and emitted a piercing wail.

With a resounding clang, the golden thread shattered in vain against the invisible wall, as if silently warning: this path is blocked.

"Master, a wall can't stop me!" [Flying Sword Apprentice] shouted with unwavering spirit.

Lin Bo smiled upon hearing this and raised his hand to signal the other party to make a move.

In the classroom on the second floor of the lighthouse, several auditing students were greatly impressed.

"Wow, friend, listening to your lectures is so enjoyable." "Yeah, it feels just as good as Master Shi's. And you explain things even more thoroughly. You've prepared so well!" "Sigh, typical genius thinking. I just can't get along with people like you."

The ancient sorcerer tossed aside his frost-covered chalk, looked around at everyone, and asked, "Is everything alright now?"

"almost."

"In that case, let's go watch the sword fight; maybe we can catch it in time."

The young human, dressed in a white sweater, and his companions hurried to the rocky beach at the headland, where a fierce sword fight was taking place on the sea.

(End of this chapter)