Over the next period of time, the practical combat assessments continued in full swing, with matches taking place almost every day. Ang did his best to make time to watch every match. Not only did this deepen his understanding of how magic was applied in combat, but it also made him begin to consider certain issues in actual battles. For instance, in a real fight, would a mage truly have time to chant a spell? The question lingered in Ang's mind like a huge question mark. Still, he understood that this was only the beginning of his studies. Perhaps, as time passed, he would find the answer.
Through these observations, Ang gradually learned that different mages had their own combat styles. Some excelled at casting quickly, even managing shortened incantations or silent casting, while others placed greater emphasis on defense and strategy. He watched Gao An skillfully use Wind Blades and Fireball spells in battle, and that level of proficiency filled Ang with envy. Ang also passed the assessment smoothly, meaning he would not be eliminated, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Once the assessment ended, everyone finally had some free time. Gao An returned to normal as well, and the group sat together, exchanging their recent insights.
"Gao An, you're really skilled with Wind Blades and Fireball spells." There was a hint of envy in Ang's voice. Gao An smugly patted his chest and laughed. "Who do you think I am?" Then he let out a hearty laugh, but his tone quickly changed as he said seriously, "This time, I was really holding back my anger. If those guys hadn't provoked me, I would've surrendered long ago."
Listening to Gao An, Ang understood him a little better. This was not merely an ordinary assessment—it was also a