Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 326 Fight

A training ground in the southeast corner of the Magic Association is the daily training ground that Celia specifically designated for her five disciples.

Multiple protective barriers have been erected here, making it extremely sturdy and capable of withstanding attacks from their ever-increasing magical power.

However, compared to the sounds produced by magic, an atmosphere stemming from racial differences was even more noticeable.

Among the five disciples, the human boy Evan has the most outstanding talent.

He not only has an extraordinary affinity for elemental magic, but also possesses remarkable combat intuition and learning ability.

Many complex high-level spells that others need to study repeatedly to master, he can often grasp the essence after just a few studies and perform them quite well.

Even Celia privately acknowledged Lord's talent, but the proud elf would never admit it publicly.

But this talent seemed particularly glaring in the eyes of another disciple, an elven boy named Legolas.

He was born in the land of elves, but compared to the orthodox elves, he possessed more human-like emotions, which had even begun to evolve into a kind of arrogance, a characteristic typical of the elves of the land of elves.

As the Elf Kingdom gradually opened up to communication with the outside world, the elves gradually came to understand some emotions through long-term conversations with various races, and these negative emotions were learned by the elves even more quickly.

Therefore, in Legolas's view, humans, a race with short lifespans, even if they occasionally have outstanding talents, are merely a flash in the pan and can never be compared with elves who are born with magical talents and can even accumulate magic power over a long period of time.

Not to mention, this human had clearly gained the attention of the elven saint, Seria, which made him even more displeased.

"Hmph, it's just a little bit of cleverness, nothing special!" Legolas sneered from the side, speaking in a voice just loud enough for those around to hear. "Human lifespan means you'll never understand the true nature of magic. No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain."

At first, Evan was unwilling to argue with him, and besides, the best evidence to refute his argument was Lord Lord, who was a true being who understood the essence of magic.

But this temporary concession only resulted in more obvious targeting.

The other human mages who were also studying under Seria were indignant about this, but due to Legolas's strength and elven identity, they could not directly confront him.

Among the five, the girl named Sia, who was also of elven descent, tried to act as a peacemaker, but to little avail.

As time went on, and with Legolas's constant taunts, Evan's anger grew, making the atmosphere on the training field tense.

Finally, the oppressive atmosphere was completely ignited.

"Legolas! If you really believe that elves are far superior to humans, then prove it with your strength! Empty words only make you look guilty!" Evan glared at Legolas, who was once again mocking him, and finally couldn't help but speak up.

Legolis was taken aback at first, then a look of anger flashed across his face. "Good! Just what I wanted!"

A conflict was about to break out, and the others on the training field immediately tensed up, with Shia even trying to dissuade them.

Just as the two were channeling their magic, a voice suddenly interrupted their actions: "What are you two doing?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Vlame was standing at the entrance of the training ground, looking at them with a furrowed brow.

As Celia's second disciple, a renowned archmage within the association, and further enhanced by her status as Lord's only disciple, her position and prestige were enough to inspire awe in these young mages.

"Senior Sister Vlame!" The five of them immediately stopped what they were doing, restrained their magic, and respectfully bowed to greet her, even the arrogant Legolas was no exception.

Despite his constant references to humans being short-lived, he wouldn't dare utter a single word when faced with Vlamé or even Lord.

Vlame approached, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the crowd before finally settling on Evan and Legolas: "The Magic Association strictly forbids mages from fighting in private. If there is any conflict, you can apply for a public contest through proper channels. You are both disciples carefully selected by Teacher Seria, and you should get along well, not act impulsively here."

Faced with Vlame's admonition, Evan and Legolas both lowered their heads, but their clenched fists and defiant glances showed that they had not truly listened to Vlame's words.

Vlame sighed, about to offer a few more words of advice, when an even colder voice suddenly broke in:

"Since you can't stand each other, why not just have a fight?" Celia's figure suddenly appeared in the center of the training field. She was still slightly damp, and her long hair was wet.

Seria was extremely sensitive to all magical energy within the association. She sensed it the instant the magical energy surged within these two. The reason she appeared a little later than Vlame was because she had changed her clothes.

"Teacher Celie!" Everyone bowed again, their hearts tightening.

Vlame hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Teacher, is this... not quite appropriate? The association has clearly stipulated..."

“It’s alright, I gave permission.” Celia interrupted her, and said with great interest, “Suppressed conflicts won’t disappear, they will only accumulate. In that case, why don’t we have a fight? It’s alright, I’m here, you can attack with confidence.”

Seeing the bewildered looks on everyone's faces, Celia rested her head on her hand and thought for a moment before continuing, "Furthermore, the winner can receive an extra reward... of the magic he desires."

This statement instantly aroused envy among everyone.

A spell personally promised by Celia! This is an irresistible temptation for any mage!

Even Vlame, who was standing to the side, shook his head repeatedly after hearing this condition and did not continue to try to dissuade him.

Meanwhile, Evan and Legolas's eyes sharpened instantly, all their concerns vanished, and a strong fighting spirit filled the air.

“In that case, please let the teacher be our witness!” Legolas spoke first.

“Then let’s begin!” Evan said without hesitation.

The battle erupted instantly in the center of the training field.

As a true elf, Legolas unleashed light and plant magic, with countless thick vines sprouting from the ground and dozens of light arrows appearing in the air, instantly sealing off all of Evan's escape routes.

However, Evan displayed his amazing fighting talent.

His magic may not be as profound as Legolis', but he knows how to achieve the best results with the least amount of magic.

In his hands, a simple fireball was no longer a simple bombardment, but rather a kind of tracking effect, precisely interrupting Legolis's casting rhythm and neutralizing the attack at a minimal cost.

Celia immediately realized that Evan had incorporated some tracking effects into his magic.

The battle was very intense, and as such, it ended quickly.

Legolas ultimately underestimated Evan's adaptability in actual combat. His defensive magic was forcibly torn apart, and he was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground. Although he was not seriously injured, the outcome was already decided.

Panting, Evan looked at Celia and said excitedly, "Teacher Celia, I won! The reward I wanted was... the immortality magic that Lord Lord Lord possessed!"

Upon hearing this, everyone on the training field fell silent.

While everyone wants this magic, isn't this a bit too obvious?
Even Vlame looked at Evan in surprise, not expecting him to have such great ambitions.

Celia's expression froze instantly, then darkened. She said irritably, "This magic is not within the scope of my promise."

Faced with Celia's almost contradictory behavior, Evan opened his mouth but dared not argue, and could only whisper, "Then... I want to learn the highest level of light elemental magic."

This time, Celia did not refuse.

After teaching Evan the highest level of magic, Celia looked at the other disciples with their varying expressions and added casually:
"The magic of immortality is not something I am unwilling to give you, but something you will never be able to learn. In fact, not only you, but no one in this world, except Lord... can learn it."

After leaving behind this meaningful remark, Celia said no more and left the training ground.

(End of this chapter)