The next day, Challenge Week had arrived. The Fire Institute members were already eager, ready to severely teach Mo Fan, the guy who had dared to call them all trash, a lesson.

  On this day, the Fire Institute gathered once again in the Great Hall. People’s eyes would intentionally or unintentionally gnce toward Mo Fan. In fact, everyone was very surprised that he actually had the guts to show up. Was he not afraid of being beaten to death by everyone?

  Mo Fan did not care about their attitudes at all.

  What if there were many people?

  He would take them all down in one sweep and make them understand the gap in strength. That way, there would be no possibility of being endlessly challenged afterward.

  After all, they had to come one by one, not in groups.

  He was not a kind hearted person.

  Mo Fan was still sitting in the back row behind Huang Xingli and Ding Yumian. At this moment, Huang Xingli turned around and looked at him with surprise.

  “No wonder you dared to be so arrogant. I heard you thrashed all the new students in the Freshmen Campus, right?”

  She crossed her arms and continued, “But what you’re facing now are not students who haven’t even mastered a Star Map. These are elite Fire Element mages who have been in the Main Campus for years. A summoned wolf won’t be enough for you to show off.”

  Mo Fan gnced at her and found her quite talkative.

  “This is only our second time meeting. You don’t need to be so concerned about me, do you?”

  Huang Xingli instantly stopped talking.

  Wei Rong still stood on the lecture ptform. His gaze quickly locked onto Mo Fan in the crowd, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward. He wanted to see just how arrogant this kid could remain today.

  “I already have a list of challengers here. Any challenge conducted on the official competition grounds will be considered valid. I believe everyone understands the rules, so I will not repeat them. We will begin immediately.”

  Every month, top ranked individuals accumuted grudges, and whenever those people competed, it attracted significant attention. For those from prominent families, establishing their reputation depended on continuous victories.

  Unfortunately for those who had carefully prepared their own challenge pns, today belonged to someone else.

  Today was Mo Fan’s show.

  Wei Rong stood in the referee’s position, clearly intending to watch this self righteous freshman be crushed.

  “Today’s challenges will be presided over by me.” Wei Rong scanned the densely packed list. “The challenged, Mo Fan, ranked 100th. The number of challengers today is 231. Kid, come up here and apologize. Write a self criticism and bow to every student in the department. Since you transferred here, I can show you some leniency.”

  “No need,” Mo Fan replied calmly.

  Wei Rong snorted. “Very well. First challenger, Zhang Youhe, ranked 736th.”

  Before Wei Rong finished speaking, Mo Fan was already walking toward the arena.

  The competition stage was nearly the size of a football field, covered in lush green grass.

  As Mo Fan stepped onto the field, a young man with a slightly crooked nose also walked out. His smile was radiant, and his gaze swept across the audience, as if telling everyone he had drawn the winning lottery.

  “Do you know how many people envy you?” Zhang Youhe said mockingly. “The resources we fight desperately for, you got just by running your mouth. Unfortunately, resources can be plundered. Hand them over obediently. It might save you some medical expenses.”

  Wei Rong added coldly, “Mo Fan, Zhang Youhe is ranked 736th. Surely one of the ‘trash’ you mentioned. If you cannot even defeat him, then either you do as I said, or you leave the Fire Institute. I may admit there are weak students here, but I will not tolerate someone incompetent and shameless.”

  Mo Fan looked at him without emotion.

  “Can we start?”

  Wei Rong felt his irritation spike at Mo Fan’s calm arrogance, but he suppressed it.

  “Yes. Begin.”

  Mo Fan felt a slight headache coming on.

  He had expected arrogance. He had expected hostility.

  He had not expected this.

  The entire Fire Institute arena erupted into ughter as the first challenger stepped onto the field — a chubby girl ranked near the bottom of the Institute.

  Before the duel had even begun, her eyes had turned red.

  Some spectators did not hold back.

  “This is hirious.”

  “She’s stalling.”

  “She ranks near the bottom for a reason.”

  “If your mental resilience is that weak, you don’t deserve Main Campus resources.”

  The ughter spread like sparks catching dry grass.

  The girl clenched her fists, her body trembling, her eyes filled with humiliation.

  Mo Fan frowned.

  His gaze swept across the crowd, cold and sharp.

  “Anyone who keeps ughing,” he said calmly, his voice carrying clearly across the arena, “come down here and fight me.”

  The ughter stopped immediately.

  The ones who had shouted the loudest suddenly found themselves very quiet.

  Mo Fan let out a faint breath.

  “So that’s all you amount to,” he said lightly. “Noise.”

  He then turned toward the girl.

  “What’s going on with you?”

  She flinched.

  “N nothing…” she said, wiping her tears quickly. “It’s just… I’ve never stood in the spotlight like this before.”

  Mo Fan fell silent for a moment.

  He understood something they didn’t.

  Getting into the Main Campus already meant she had fought hard.

  Someone had to be st.

  That did not make them trash.

  It simply meant someone else climbed faster.

  “You’re already here,” he said evenly. “That means you’re not weak. You just ck confidence.”

  She looked at him in surprise.

  “Can you still construct a Mid tier Fire spell?”

  She hesitated, then nodded.

  “Good. Don’t waste the opportunity. Cast it properly.”

  This time, when she closed her eyes, her breathing slowly steadied.

  Red stardust began linking.

  Star orbit stabilized.

  Fmes gathered.

  Mid tier Fire spell — Bzing Fist.

  The fmes surged forward in a pilr.

  Mo Fan did not dodge.

  Lightning crackled faintly across his body, forming a thin but dense current yer. At the same time, shadows beneath him thickened subtly, dispersing excess heat and impact force.

  The fmes engulfed him.

  Gasps filled the arena.

  When the fire dissipated, Mo Fan stood exactly where he had been.

  Unscathed.

  Not even his clothes were burned.

  Murmurs spread instantly.

  “That was a direct Mid tier hit…”

  “He didn’t even counter with Fire.”

  “Was that Lightning reinforcement?”

  The girl stared at him, stunned.

  Mo Fan lowered the lightning aura and nodded.

  “Your casting was stable that time.”

  Her lips trembled slightly, but not from fear this time.

  “Thank you…”

  She bowed lightly.

  “I forfeit.”

  When she walked off the stage, her back was straight.

  The atmosphere had changed.

  The ridicule was gone.

  Wei Rong’s expression darkened slightly from the referee’s seat.

  This was not going the way he expected.

  At that moment, a new presence entered the arena.

  Students parted instinctively.

  Dongfang Lie had arrived.

  The Chief of the Fire Institute walked forward calmly, his posture straight, his aura sharp and controlled. Even without releasing magic, the pressure he carried was obvious.

  Whispers rippled outward.

  “Chief…”

  Dongfang Lie’s gaze fell onto Mo Fan.

  Measured.

  Assessing.

  Mo Fan gnced back at him briefly.

  So this was the First Seat.

  There was no hostility in his eyes.

  Only calm confidence.

  Wei Rong cleared his throat.

  “The duel result is recorded. Next challenger.”

  Mo Fan rolled his shoulders lightly.

  He had two hundred and thirty one challengers today.

  This had only been the first.

  “Next,” he said.

  This time, no one ughed.

  Cheers immediately erupted around the arena.

  They were exactly the kind of crowd who loved spectacle. And Mo Fan had offended nearly all of them. Many even wished they could switch pces with Zhang Youhe and personally beat him until he was crawling for teeth on the grass.

  Zhang Youhe’s smile widened.

  While pretending to mock Mo Fan’s arrogance, he was already tracing his Star Orbit at high speed, forming it into a Star Map.

  He thought he was fast.

  He thought he was ready.

  But before his Star Map could fully stabilize, Mo Fan had already moved.

  He did not use Fire Ignition.

  He did not even bother warming up.

  He stepped forward and threw out a Fierce Fist.

  Blue fire erupted violently from his arm, compressing and then exploding forward with overwhelming force.

  Zhang Youhe panicked and activated his defensive Magic Tool.

  Too te.

  The fmes swallowed him instantly.

  Boom!!!

  The impact bsted him into the air, sending him flying across the arena like a broken kite.

  He smmed heavily below the boundary barrier, smoke rising from his body. His clothes were charred. Burn marks were obvious.

  With one strike.

  One.

  He would not be fighting again anytime soon.

  The arena fell silent.

  Mo Fan lowered his arm calmly.

  “Next.”

  It was as if the person lying outside the barrier had nothing to do with him.

  Wei Rong snapped out of his shock and hurried to check on Zhang Youhe. After confirming he was alive but severely injured, he turned sharply toward Mo Fan.

  “Mo Fan! Why did you strike so heavily?”

  Mo Fan looked at him without emotion.

  “I spared his life, didn’t I?”

  Wei Rong’s face stiffened.

  Mo Fan continued evenly, “If this were a friendly spar, I would hold back. But they’re trying to seize resources. Since that’s the case, why should I?”

  His voice was not loud.

  But the silent arena heard every word.

  He had no intention of being ganged up on.

  He had no intention of apologizing.

  Resources were seized.

  That was how this pce worked.

  Was the title Pearl Great Demon Head given for nothing?

  “So,” Mo Fan said calmly, “who’s next?”

  Wei Rong hesitated briefly but could not refute him. The challenge format itself encouraged ruthless competition.

  “Next…”

  The next name was called.

  A girl immediately surrendered.

  After witnessing Zhang Youhe’s fate, few were eager to step onto the stage.

  Wei Rong’s expression darkened. Mo Fan’s brutality might be excessive, but it was undeniably effective.

  “Jia Zhenlong.”

  A faint smile appeared on Wei Rong’s face.

  Finally.

  Someone worth watching.

  Jia Zhenlong was ranked 280th in the Fire Institute. Not top tier, but not weak. More importantly, he was a Hunter Mage. He spent much of his time outside the academy, hunting demons in the wild.

  Real combat experience.

  He stepped forward under unexpected cheers.

  He was not popur before.

  But at this moment, he had become everyone’s hope.

  “It seems they’re all feeling your pressure,” Jia Zhenlong said with a grin. “I offended someone once. I know what it’s like to be unpopur.”

  “How stupid,” Mo Fan replied ftly.

  Jia Zhenlong’s smile stiffened.

  “The person you offended won’t cripple you,” Mo Fan continued calmly. “But I will make you regret stepping onto this stage.”

  The duel began.

  Jia Zhenlong immediately activated a full Armor Magic Tool, shimmering protective light wrapping around him.

  He had learned from Zhang Youhe’s mistake.

  Defense first.

  But the moment he finished activating it, his pupils shrank.

  Mo Fan’s Star Map was already almost complete.

  And this one felt different.

  As Mo Fan’s fist cut through the air, scorching Azure Fme ignited around him. The heat compressed within a tight radius, distorting the air itself.

  Under his feet, the Star Map expanded into a bzing formation.

  Nine Paces.

  But not just paces.

  Azure fire surged violently upward.

  When Mo Fan punched forward, nine coiling fire dragons erupted from his fist.

  Nine Dragons.

  They roared across the massive arena, twisting and intertwining like ancient beasts reborn in fme.

  The ground trembled.

  The heat rolled outward in waves.

  The dragons crashed into Jia Zhenlong’s armored defense.

  The first impact shattered the outer yer.

  The second cracked the inner barrier.

  By the third, his Armor Magic Tool fractured completely.

  The remaining dragons engulfed him.

  The explosion shook the arena.

  Fmes rose high into the air.

  When the fire finally dissipated, Jia Zhenlong was kneeling at the edge of the boundary barrier, armor shattered, body scorched, barely conscious.

  The cheers died instantly.

  Rank 280.

  Defeated in one move.

  Mo Fan stood in the center of the arena, blue fire slowly dissipating around him.

  He did not look excited.

  He did not look angry.

  He looked calm.

  Having dealt with Jia Zhenlong, Mo Fan twisted his neck, then looked at Wei Rong and said, “Next.”

  Wei Rong was completely numb, and everyone in the audience was also dumbfounded. Even Dongfang Lie, the so-called number one of the Fire Institute, stared bnkly at this scene.

  To be honest, the destructive power of this Fierce Fist was something even he was far inferior to.

  Wei Rong had people carry Jia Zhenlong away. This time, when Wei Rong called names, no one was willing to step onto the stage anymore.

  The Pearl Great Demon Head still had a summoned beast he hadn't called out!

  Most importantly, the Lightning Element Mo Fan dispyed in the assessment match was also not weak at all.

  Wei Rong hesitated for a moment, then finally had to admit that he had misjudged. He then said, “Let’s stop here, Mo Fan?”

  He had mistakenly thought the opponent was a novice at first.

  But Mo Fan had indeed proven himself.

  Under these circumstances, continuing further would not be beneficial for the Fire Institute. Nor would it be good for him, the director.

  “I have no objections, but I don’t know if the students who wanted to challenge are willing.” Mo Fan said.

  At this point, who would stand up and say they wanted to challenge him?

  Wouldn’t that be foolish?

  Seeing that no one wanted to challenge him, Mo Fan directly asked, “Since there are no other matches today, then Teacher Wei, can I issue a challenge?”

  Hearing Mo Fan say this, many people almost all looked at the Chief.

  At this moment, Mo Fan’s challenge would undoubtedly be against Dongfang Lie, the number one of the Fire Institute. Possessing destructive power not inferior to Dongfang Lie, challenging him seemed to be within reason.