god of tomorrow

The top student in his third year was so engrossed in the training room that he had become completely absorbed in combat. He had developed muscle memory and was able to immediately use the impact-resistant and shock-absorbing runes on the training room floor to dissipate the force.

Even so, he staggered back several steps, one cheek swollen high, his tongue licking his gums, his mouth filled with the sweet, metallic taste of blood.

Gao Wen only took two steps back; his gums were not loose, and his face was not swollen.

"What did I tell you? That kid Raab is dead today."

"Good riddance! That's exactly how you should die!"

Dude, if I'm dead, how can I let you, you dog, live on?! xN

"Again!"

Rab felt a sharp pain in his left cheek, as if his bone was cracking. One of his eyes was forced to squint. He suppressed the shock in his heart, sprinted forward briefly, and after a feint, his right leg swept out like a battle axe, creating a violent gust of air that pushed aside the surrounding air.

In the same meditative burst state, Gawain's speed and reflexes are even better than Lab's. Even at a very short distance, he can easily escape, so there is no need to confront him head-on.

But he still touched it!

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

I have never tasted the whip...

My whip kick is never a bad thing!

Gao Wen took a half step back, then suddenly accelerated his kick, raising his knee, twisting his waist, and springing his leg. His movements were fluid and graceful, using a sweeping whip kick to counter another sweeping whip kick.

Two afterimages tore through the air and collided heavily with a loud crack.

Gao Wen took a step back, his expression unchanged. Labu forcefully suppressed the impact, his face flushed as he only took one step back.

"Again!"

It was still a sweeping whip kick, slamming heavily into one spot.

"continue!"

It was still a sweeping whip kick.

"It's not over yet..."

The meaning of the match had changed after three consecutive attempts using the same move. Labu gritted his teeth and kicked again and again, refusing to back down no matter what.

Whoever backs down is a coward!

Bang!

Bang!

bang...

I'm not coming. I'm a coward.

During the tenth round of whip kicks, Laboon chickened out, or rather, the pain became unbearable. He briefly unleashed his magic, activated a shield, and blocked Gawain's unstoppable whip kick.

"Senior?"

Gawain retracted his long legs and blinked his clear eyes: "The rules of the trial do not allow the use of magic shields. You violated the rules. Come on, let's continue. Remember not to activate them next time."

Keep going, my foot! I'm about to be in a wheelchair.

Raab's eye twitched. Wanting to end things in a somewhat dignified manner, he said in a deep voice, "Gawain, that was just instinct, you know that..."

"It's alright, senior, there's no need to explain. My studies are just average, and I haven't even reached the stage of magic release yet, which prevented you from going all out and letting you have your fill. I should be the one apologizing."

"..."

If this is considered average, then what am I?

Also, being polite is good, but don't apologize next time, it hurts my pride.

"I'm not playing anymore, I lost."

A foul is a foul. Even if Labour thought Gawain was right, and that the fight was frustrating and unsatisfying, he still activated his magic shield, violating the trial rules. Hearing Gawain apologize, Labour felt a burning pain on his face and, not wanting to be laughed at by those bastards outside, decisively raised his hands in surrender.

"I'll take your advice, senior. I win."

Gao Wen fought to complete the task. Hearing the S+ rating notification, he resolutely swallowed his pride and followed his senior's instructions.

Cheers and high-fives rang out in the corridor; they had made plans to have barbecue at the shopping street that evening.

"Senior Labu, are we continuing tomorrow?"

While it's true that you can't keep picking sheep too often, or you'll end up bald, a fat sheep like Labu is a rare find, and once you miss it, you'll never see another one.

"Gao Wen, do you think it would be appropriate to continue tomorrow?"

Raab limped forward, pointed to his swollen cheek, and posed a soul-searching question.

It fits perfectly, and the other side of my face isn't swollen yet!

Gao Wen knew the right answer in his mind: someone once said, if someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other cheek to him; if someone takes your undergarment, take your outer garment too.

If possible, Gawain hopes that everyone except him can do it.

Seeing that Gawain remained silent, Labour breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the ground, and rubbed his numb calves: "Gawain, are you interested in participating in the Knights Ranking Tournament?"

"Senior, I'm only a freshman this year."

"There's no rule that first-year students can't participate. Our school values ​​fairness and impartiality above all else, and we won't discriminate against you just because you've just enrolled," Rab said with a chuckle, though with a hint of sarcasm, implying that the Royal Magic University had no shame in its pursuit of profit.

"That's true, but the Knight Ranking Tournament allows the use of sacrificial magic. I can't even unleash my magic power, and without a magic shield, I can't last long."

"The deadline for registering for the Knight Ranking Tournament is June of this semester, and the second semester doesn't start until October. You have plenty of time to learn Magic Liberation..." Rabbu encouraged Gawain to be bolder. Even if he hadn't mastered the signature skills of a formal mage by then, participating in advance to experience the atmosphere and prepare for next year's competition would be good.

It sounded very reasonable, and Gao Wen was immediately interested.

Nothing more than a mission!

Such a major competition, with so many eager upperclassmen waiting to be challenged, how much experience must they have gained!

"Furthermore, if you, Gawain, can become one of the top 100 knights this year, the country will provide you with a knight's subsidy, and your monthly income will be very considerable. If your ranking is very high, the lords who recruit you in the future will also have to abide by the law, and your salary will be three to five times that of other knights," Rabbu tempted.

Is there such a good thing?

Gao Wen's eyes lit up, and he immediately went to find Teacher Buber to discuss the registration matters.

Labu noticed the change in Gao Wen's expression and thought to himself, "Just as I thought." He had only sought out Gao Wen for a trial because his several close friends had recommended him, and he himself didn't know much about Gao Wen. Based on Gao Wen's willingness to be a sparring partner, he deduced that Gao Wen came from an ordinary family and was a top-tier genius among commoners.

Such a person, if not used by him, would regret it so much when defecating that his intestines would break several times.

"What does Gao Wen think?"

"I'll sign up now."

"Don't rush, I've only talked about the benefits, I haven't mentioned the risks yet."

Rab said with a serious face, "The Knight Ranking Tournament is not only unrestricted by magic, but also by weapons and equipment. It's all real fighting. Although the referees and medical teams on the sidelines are professionals, bloodshed on the stage is common. You need to be fully prepared."

"Wow, that's brutal?"

"The top ten will receive a prize of 50 yuan, the top three will receive even more, and the first place winner will receive 500 million yuan."

"That's alright then. I've been working hard for years, and this is the day I've been waiting for. When I can sweep away all my enemies in the arena!"

Gao Wen's expression changed drastically, revealing his greed. Labu saw this and was secretly pleased. He slapped his leg, wincing in pain, and said, "In that case, I'll pay your registration fee. Consider it making friends."

"You're a true friend!"

"Also, if you become a full-fledged mage this semester, I'll cover the cost of your Ordinal Magic training."

"???"

That's a bit much. Senior, are you also from Chengdu?

Gao Wen cautiously took two steps back. Sichuan cuisine was fine, Sichuan opera was fine too, but a love story involving Sichuan A was completely unnecessary.

"Gawain, would you like to consider coming with me to the Bauhinia Province after graduation and becoming a knight of the Woodlow family?" Lab extended an invitation. Gawain's talent was obvious to the naked eye, and he should act quickly while there were still few people around, because once there were more people, there would be a long queue.

The Bauhinia Province is next to the Emerald Province, the fiefdom of the Finn family. Gawain had already included it in his itinerary, and upon hearing Laboon's words, his mind immediately began to work.

but……

"Senior, I'm only a freshman this year."

"I know, don't worry. The school has never stipulated that first-year students cannot get their graduation certificates."

Labu smiled and said, "As long as you are good enough, the school will not tie you to the university town. Many aristocratic students apply for graduation in their second or third year. I am preparing to graduate after participating in this year's Knight Ranking Tournament."

The most important words about the Royal Magic University are not "Royal" or "university," but "magic." It is a higher education institution that trains elite mages, and the Knight Ranking Tournament is the ultimate test of a mage's worth.

If Gawain stands out in this competition, it means he is already a qualified magician. In that case, Laboon has a way to help him graduate early.

For true nobles, these are trivial matters that can be resolved with money.

"Hiss hiss hiss————"

Gao Wen gasped. After thinking about it carefully, he realized he really didn't need to stay in school for two or three years.

Especially after completing the tasks and emptying the prize pool, staying in the university town would only slow down his leveling up, which contradicts his original intention of obtaining the system.

"How did it go, Gao Wen?"

"This is a very important matter; I need to think about it."

Gao Wen pondered for a moment. Everything else was fine, but the key issue was that the school library hadn't finished copying the data yet. This treasure trove was crucial for expanding the AI ​​assistant's data, and it would be difficult to return to school after graduation.

Furthermore, the sudden sale of himself to the Woodrow family...

This is not good. This is not how business is done. We'll discuss it again after the Cavaliers' ranking tournament.

He'll be worth a lot more next semester; if you want to sign him, you'll have to pay more!

"That's only right. If you've thought it through, contact me as soon as possible, and I'll personally arrange all the resources you need."

Chapter 49 Where did this roadside stall come from? Does it even want to stay in the South District?

The date is March 5st.

Overcast skies with light rain—another perfect Saturday for sleeping in.

Naturally, Gao Wen stayed up all night again.

It's no wonder he studies so hard; he's in the prime of his life, experiencing explosive growth, and not making the most of every minute would be tantamount to squandering his youth and talent.

With the deadline for registering for the Knight Ranking Tournament fast approaching, he must quickly step into the ranks of a formal mage, learn Order Magic, and master the signature technique 'Magic Liberation' in order to better reap the rewards.