Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

Shortly after Jiang Chuan received the spot.

"Mo Fan is here!" someone shouted, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on Mo Fan, who had just entered the manor.

Behind him followed Zhang Xiaohou, who was very reserved.

Mo Fan, on the other hand, acted as if he were back home, grinning broadly as he swaggered into the manor, greeting acquaintances with a cheerful smile.

"Everyone's here! Eat and drink well."

"Oh ho, Chief Instructor, you're here to freeload too?"

"Hey, you there, where's your master Mu Bai? I wanted to show him my dashing figure, go and call him over!"

Zhao Kun, whose name was called out, immediately turned pale and said resentfully, "Just keep being arrogant. Wait until you get utterly humiliated in the duel, and I'll be the first to celebrate! I'll be waiting for you to be nailed to the pillar of shame in Bo City. Don't ever say you're a student of Tianlan Magic High School then!"

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not the one who'll be scared out of my wits," Mo Fan laughed.

At that moment, Mo Fan saw Jiang Chuan in the crowd, and their eyes met.

Jiang Chuan smiled and nodded, then continued searching for delicious food among the crowd.

Mo Fan didn't greet Jiang Chuan, but instead scanned the surroundings with his gaze.

Not only did his classmates and teachers come, but even his father was watching him from a distance.

And there's that old Bi Deng, Mu Zhuoyun.

Mo Fan snorted coldly and stared directly at Mu Zhuoyun without fear.

just wait.

Today is the day when my great Mo Fan's fame will be resounding!

As for Yu Ang, he's just a stepping stone for me!

Mu Zhuoyun seemed to understand Mo Fan's gaze and chuckled lightly, "Ignorant fool."

...............

Before the magic duel officially began, there was a banquet with clinking glasses and lively conversation. Mu Zhuoyun made many polite remarks in an attempt to win over the young talents of Bo City.

The effect was good, and many people applauded enthusiastically.

For ordinary people, even if joining a powerful clan is a choice that means living under someone else's roof, it is still a very good way out.

The banquet is over, and the magical duel is about to begin.

The group moved to the oval dueling arena inside the manor.

Once everyone was seated, the protagonist of this duel took the stage.

Mo Fan was the first to enter.

Yu Ang made his appearance dressed in a magnificent snow-white robe, adorned with several magical artifacts, showcasing the noble style of the Mu clan.

That's such a show-off!

Mo Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I have to give Yu Ang a good beating later. Only I can be this flamboyant in the entire Bo City!"

As a witness to this duel, Deng Kai of the Hunter Alliance came to the center of the dueling arena.

"Both of you are outstanding young talents of my city, the best among the younger generation of mages... This duel will only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. Remember to stop when you've made your move!"

After Deng Kai finished speaking, he went to the edge of the dueling arena, but did not retreat completely. This was a position that would not interfere with the duel, but would allow him to act quickly in case of an accident.

"Alright, let's shake hands. We can begin once I give the signal," Deng Kai said.

The moment Mo Fan and Yu Ang stepped forward to shake hands, flames and ice erupted from their palms, marking the first clash before the duel even began.

Feeling the coldness seeping through his palm, Mo Fan pursed his lips.

Starting today, he will show those who are high and mighty who is the one who is trying to fight a losing battle, and who is the real clown!

Those who mock and look down on you, open your dog eyes and take a look!

Who is the real genius?!

Mo Fan was ignited.

As a longtime friend, Jiang Chuan could feel the surging fighting spirit within Mo Fan even from a distance.

"Go, Fan-ge!!" Under the influence of the atmosphere in the dueling arena, Zhang Xiaohou, who was sitting next to him, suddenly shouted excitedly.

This kid got fired up too.

This is understandable, as among the spectators watching the duel were high-ranking officials from various powerful forces in Bo City, a privileged class that ordinary people could not access.

If they win the game, they'll become the talk of the town's genius. Everyone will be praising them then.

The duel is underway.

Yu Ang immediately used a level two ice vine, intending to trap Mo Fan's feet.

However, Mo Fan easily neutralized the attack with a single level one fire attack, drawing praise from many viewers.

Then came Mo Fan's counterattack.

Having been trained by the city's monster-hunting team, Mo Fan's spellcasting speed was significantly faster than Yu Ang's.

The clusters of flames kept Yu Ang busy dealing with them.

Normally, he would have been defeated long ago in the face of such an attack.

But today is different.

Mu Zhuoyun had prepared a lot of magical tools and artifacts for him, so Mo Fan's flames could not cause him any harm.

Next, Yu'ang unleashed his trump card: the Level 3 Ice Vine.

They thought they had victory in the bag, which surprised everyone.

Mo Fan then shouted, "Shield, come here!"

Suddenly, a diamond-shaped shield appeared.

"Flame Impact!!"

"boom!!"

The Fiery Shield instantly erupted with a ring of scorching flames, and the high-temperature impact completely melted away the level three ice vines, while also sending the shocked Yu Ang flying.

Yu Ang struggled to maintain his balance, preventing himself from falling off the field, and glared fiercely at Mo Fan:

"I didn't expect you to manage to get your hands on a shield engraved with fire magic. Ha, so what if you have this shield? Do you think you can use it to cast fire magic a second time?"

"All resistance is futile before me, Ice Vines Cover!"

Yu Ang struck again, and the cold frost rapidly condensed.

"You think you're the only one who knows level three magic? I can too!" Mo Fan laughed loudly, and the star trail connection was completed.

"Sizzle & Burst!!"

Amidst the vast expanse of ice and snow, Mo Fan's resounding voice echoed throughout the dueling arena.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of everyone, a startling crimson hue appeared, initially as small as a candle flame, then erupted with a tremendous, deafening roar.

"collapse!!!!"

The dazzling red color and scorching heat made Mo Fan the center of attention.

From the stands, Jiang Chuan's gaze remained fixed on the mist created by the collision of flames and frost.

If nothing unexpected happens, Yu'ang still has a trump card: a magical armor that level three fire cannot penetrate its defenses.

Aside from basic level three lightning magic...

At this moment, the mist dissipated.

Yu Ang scrambled to his feet, mocking Mo Fan for having no background and saying that strength alone was useless.

Mo Fan looked very displeased, but the next second he laughed in front of everyone:

"Yu'ang, your strength is indeed impressive, but compared to me, it's only 'impressive.' It's time to show you my true power!"

True strength?

This sentence stunned everyone. Did Mo Fan still have unused power?

Is it a magical tool or a magical artifact?

It couldn't possibly be a mid-level spell, could it?

A terrifying thought flashed through Yu Ang's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

At this age, only the most gifted magic prodigies from powerful factions could master intermediate-level magic.

How could Mo Fan, an ordinary commoner mage, possess such power?