Musclebound Necromancer?! Are You Kidding Me?

Chapter 67

Long Mietian nearly popped his eyes out, and the people around the nearby arenas also turned their gaze over.

Beginner Tier!

Reaching the Beginner Tier before the College Entrance Examination, that surely makes one a top contender for Su City's number one!

Even the examiner couldn't help but glance at Qiao Yu.

"Alright, introductions are over, begin!"

With the examiner's command, Long Mietian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He suddenly realized that he might have spoken too soon. If only there was a way to retract his words...

Both of them stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

One second...

Three seconds...

Five seconds...

"Candidates, I said, begin!"

Even the examiner was getting impatient, frowning. This was an arena match, not a dating show. What were they doing, gazing into each other's eyes?

"Fine, if I die, I die! I'll fight! Lightning magic counters necromancy, I might still have a chance to win!"

Long Mietian's eyes turned fierce as he swung his staff.

"Thunder Barrier!"

"Lightning Surround!"

He first cast a barrier to protect himself from any undead Qiao Yu might summon, then followed up with a defense skill.

Electric arcs danced across Long Mietian's body, making him look like the god of thunder incarnate.

The dazzling display quickly caught the attention of the audience in the stands.

"Wow! Look over there, a lightning mage! They say the awakening chance for a lightning mage is one in ten thousand, almost as rare as a hidden class!"

"Yeah, lightning mages are known as the most explosive among all elemental mages!"

"Is that lightning mage defending? Isn't that like cutting off one's own arm? Lightning mages aren't known for their defense!"

"Maybe the opponent is too strong! Didn't you notice? He's facing that handsome young man from First High School's center stage!"

Long Mietian had no time to care about the audience's opinions. He had to focus entirely on facing Qiao Yu.

Previously, when facing a Beginner Tier boss in a dungeon, he had relied on his teammates to take it down.

Now, facing a Beginner Tier Necromancer alone, getting distracted would be a death sentence.

"Come on! Show me your power as a Necromancer, Qiao Yu!"

Long Mietian shouted to bolster his courage, unable to understand what Qiao Yu was planning.

He wasn't even taking out his staff? Was he planning to forfeit the match?

Qiao Yu's strange behavior also caught the attention of the four principals in the stands.

"Old Hong, isn't this Qiao Yu the student who got a direct admission to Kyoto University? Is he not planning to make a move?"

"This kid is too arrogant. Even though his level is higher, lightning counters necromancy. If he doesn't start summoning undead soon, he might end up losing unexpectedly!"

"Heh heh! The secrets of heaven must not be revealed! Just watch!" Principal Hong said mysteriously.

While others didn't know Qiao Yu's background, he was well aware. This was a freak who could punch an admissions officer flying.

Last year's Warrior Class top scorer, Long Xiang, was watching Qiao Yu intently, growing more interested in him.

"Come on, let me see how your necromancy compares to that person's." Long Xiang murmured to himself.

Under everyone's gaze, Qiao Yu finally moved.

He walked towards Long Mietian with a leisurely pace, like an old man taking a stroll in the park.

"Here he comes!"

Long Mietian gripped his staff tightly, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He couldn't figure out Qiao Yu's motive. A Necromancer, not summoning undead, walking straight towards him—what did it mean?

There was a powerful thunder barrier around him! What was this man trying to do?

Three meters!

One meter!

Half a meter!

A quarter meter!

Closer! He touched it!

"What the Fuck!!!"

Long Mietian was so shocked he blurted out a curse, because he saw Qiao Yu step right into his thunder barrier, his hair standing on end from the electricity.

Yet this man continued walking towards him through the storm of lightning.

"You, you, you! What kind of monster are you?"

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Long Mietian pointed a trembling finger at him.

Aren't Necromancers supposed to be the most fragile class? Why were all these bright red numbers floating above this man's head?

Numbers like "-92", "-95", "-98", almost forming an ID number, but no matter how much health was deducted, he just wouldn't die?

What the hell was going on?

The audience in the stands was also dumbfounded. Aren't mage battles supposed to be about dodging skills, canceling each other's skills, and then exploiting casting gaps to defeat the opponent?

Why was there a foolhardy guy just tanking the skills head-on?

"Perfect, let's test this new item on you!"

Qiao Yu finally crossed through Long Mietian's thunder field, feeling thoroughly numbed by the electricity.

He pulled out the Yao Guang knuckle dusters and put them on. Due to the metal's conductivity, electric arcs danced around the knuckle dusters, making it look like Qiao Yu was throwing a punch of thunder.

"Boom! Critical Hit! -1144!"

Qiao Yu punched Long Mietian in the chest. Long Mietian's mouth opened wide, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.

He felt like even the New Year's Eve dinner he had two years ago was about to be punched out of him.

The power of the rules surged, saving Long Mietian just in time, locking his health at the last point.

"Hiss~"

Qiao Yu took a sharp breath, looking at the Yao Guang knuckle dusters in surprise.

"Is the 30% critical hit rate really that high? The first hit was a critical."

Qiao Yu wasn't surprised by the outcome of the match. Long Mietian's lightning spells could only deal less than a hundred points of damage to him at a time.

And with the bonuses from the Mighty Pact and Wild Spider Armor, his health had reached a staggering 3610 points.

Even if he stood still and let Long Mietian hit him, Long Mietian might run out of mana before he could kill him.

After all, Long Mietian was only at the Apprentice Realm. If he advanced to the Beginner Tier, he might pose a threat to Qiao Yu.

"Remember, you owe me five lives."

In high spirits, Qiao Yu patted Long Mietian on the shoulder and jumped off the arena. Even though an Elemental Mage's body wasn't as fragile as a Necromancer's, a Level 9 Long Mietian only had about 200 health points. With Qiao Yu's critical punch, Long Mietian was left owing five lives.

At this moment, Long Mietian's eyes were vacant, his expression dazed.

He was utterly dumbfounded. A Necromancer, tanking his terrifying thunder with his body, and then punching him for over a thousand damage?

What kind of bizarre event was this?

The stands erupted.

The principal of First High School, seeing his student left in a stupor, rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Principal Hong.

"I could tolerate him tanking thunder, and I could tolerate him pulling out knuckle dusters, but this brat punched for a thousand damage, and you call this a Necromancer?"