At a distance of one hundred meters, Sky Qi silently stared at the targets ahead. To others, they’d be mere dots at that range.
But after activating his True Sight Eye, the targets seemed right before him.
His eyes slightly closed as a ball of light quickly gathered in his palm.
Fire Spell!
Ice Spell!
Gale Spell!
The three spells converged.
A fireball and an ice spear flew toward the targets, wobbling mid-air. Suddenly, a fierce wind blew, forcing the nearly falling projectiles onto course.
They collided the instant they touched the targets.
Boom! The impact triggered a violent explosion. The shockwave swept toward the crowd, Sky Qi’s fiery red scarf dancing proudly in the gale.
He didn’t pause. Repeating the method, he fired several volleys of ice-fire bullets with wind assistance.
More deafening booms echoed. Steam from the collisions blanketed the entire playground in thick white haze.
The medal-wearing girl frowned slightly. With a wave of her hand, a breeze dispersed the smoke.
The targets were utterly destroyed—reduced to a few bare poles standing desolately on the field.
“W-what the hell?” The crowd stared in shock. He’d just smashed the targets to pieces?
Sky Qi scratched his head awkwardly. Uh oh, he’d damaged public property. Should he pay for it?
“Um, does that count as passing?” he asked timidly.
“P-passed…” The girl still couldn’t tear her eyes from the wreckage.
These targets could withstand up to 6000 magic fluctuations, yet this one was blown apart. That meant the output far exceeded six thousand. Even from afar, the shockwave’s icy heat made skin crawl.
Adolf watched Sky Qi under surveillance, impressed. He could tell both spells were lowest-tier.
A single spell wouldn’t exceed 500 fluctuations on impact. But combining ice and fire, plus a low-tier wind spell to stabilize flight paths and boost propulsion…
Alone, that wind spell would weaken to a mere stumble-inducing gust after one hundred meters. Yet this girl used each spell as support to create a massive explosion.
She’d mastered magic control to perfection. Her strength seemed modest, but this fusion technique was beyond ordinary mages. It demanded perfect timing and stability.
“Um, I don’t have to pay for it, right?” Sky Qi turned and asked again.
The girl’s mouth twitched. “No need.”
Was that the detail to worry about?
She waved. “Replace the targets!”
Girls soon ran over with new targets, replanting them firmly.
“Is this allowed?” The crowd exchanged glances. Such a trick? If it worked, wouldn’t it be too easy?
“Holy crap, a cheat method!”
“So cheeky—it’s basically cheating!”
“I thought it was hard, but this passes easily.”
“Knew this earlier, I wouldn’t have stressed.”
“I can’t wait—I’m up next!”
Only the sharp-eyed saw it wasn’t simple. It looked easy: just collide spells mid-flight.
But the spells couldn’t fly too far apart or too close. Too distant, they’d miss colliding on target; too near, they’d explode early.
Worse, the collision had to hit the target dead-on. At one hundred meters, a miss wasted even the strongest blast.
The two A-rank girls understood this. They eyed Sky Qi with awe. How much training did such control require? They dared not guess.
A thin boy swaggered forward, standing one hundred meters out. A smug grin spread on his face. This time, he’d enter the academy—surrounded by beauties, reaching life’s peak. His dreamy expression drew disgusted stares.
Drool nearly dripped onto his shirt.
He didn’t realize how revolting his perverted look was to the girls. Even the guys winced. Dude, daydreaming’s fine, but not with that dumbass face in public.
He gathered two spells, hurling them simultaneously.
They collided after just ten meters. The explosion’s shockwave blasted him backward.
“Th-this can’t be!” He gaped at the smoke. Why fail? He’d thought it’d be effortless. His first dual-spell bullet had detonated early.
Blood surged into his mouth, gushing out. The blast had ruptured his insides.
The girl stared at him like trash—a dead dog on the ground. Good. Arrogant fools needed lessons. “Failed. Carry him off.”
Pressure mounted. Most spells exploded mid-air; some detonated during casting, leaving mages unrecognizable.
Only the mana-stone ground saved them from being vaporized.
Others tried stacking different spells, but none reached the distant targets.
The cautious ones threw simple magic balls, scoring just over 1000 fluctuations.
Soon, they saw Sky Qi’s method rarely worked. Of five hundred testers, only eight or nine passed his way. Their outputs peaked around three to four thousand—nowhere near Sky Qi’s target-shattering power.
Most switched to the old-fashioned approach: raw spell throws. Luck or skill carried over two hundred through.
