Hughberlian's Equally Matched Teammate

The meeting room, which should have been neat and orderly, was now in chaos. Many teachers stared wide-eyed at the magic screen suspended in the center, pressing down on the table as they stood up!

"...?"

Within the spacious meeting room, sounds of confusion and shock immediately echoed.

Unless one possessed the technique of Silent Casting.

Otherwise.

This single card, [Friendly Exchange], could utterly disgust all traditional mages!

Due to the convenience of casting and the freedom of combination brought by Magic Cards, modern mages, even if they learned spells to expand their skill sets, rarely bothered to painstakingly practice Silent Casting.

"Did the Magic Engineering Institute develop something new behind our backs...?"

Even Vice Dean Ron, who had been holding a pen and remained silent, couldn't help but feel his eyelids twitch.

He knew.

From now on, Silent Casting would become a compulsory course at the Sage Institute.

This disgusting card would spread like a virus, starting from Iketerite Academy, where it first appeared, gradually extending to the entire Royal Capital, the entire Hutton Kingdom, and even to the Southern Continent and the whole world...

And its creator was still unknown.

There were often Card Makers with inexplicable talents who, when making cards, didn't realize the disruptive nature of their creations to the environment. It was only after their works had been circulating in the market for a long time that their true identities could be traced.

It seemed that after the exam ended.

Regardless of whether Lanchi passed or not.

Someone would approach Lanchi and try to investigate the source of this [Friendly Exchange].

Or, they would directly obtain this [Friendly Exchange] from him, reverse-engineer the poison magic contained within it, and then attempt to quickly replicate its casting principle!

"It's probably not something he made himself..."

Vice Dean Ron rubbed his temples.

Although there were students at the Sage Institute who knew how to make Magic Cards, it was mainly the students from the Magic Engineering Institute who specialized in card making.

A Card Maker who could concoct this [Friendly Exchange] would be an explosive existence even in the card-making world.

Now it seemed.

Instead of letting Lanchi, who held the clue to the "Mysterious Card Maker," return home, it would actually be best if Lanchi could join the Sage Institute.

Because with Dean Loren present, no one would dare to mess with Lanchi.

And if [Friendly Exchange] quickly circulated in large quantities in the market, it would undoubtedly be a huge headache for the Sage Institute.

Where did this newcomer suddenly appear from?

In his confusion, Vice Dean Ron couldn't help but flip through the documents in his hand.

The blank resume looked increasingly strange the more he read it.

If the previous round of assessment was just a coincidence.

So this was the second time Lanchi had left them dumbfounded.

Moreover, he hadn't even displayed the core abilities of a White Mage.

His entire system remained a mystery.

According to the information.

Lanchi himself didn't master any spells, and his White Mage function was certified by the Magic Tower.

Then, the vast majority of the cards in his slots would be healing spell cards.

There would be at most two or three purely functional spells like [Friendly Exchange].

But what Ron couldn't understand was—

With Lanchi's low mana intensity, what was the consideration behind carrying such a high proportion of healing cards?

Each person's soul had an upper limit on the number of Magic Cards it could carry.

After soul-binding, Magic Cards of higher Tiers occupied more space in one's soul.

For example, Lanchi was Tier 2, so he could soul-bind Magic Cards with a combined [Tier] of up to 20.

And he could only bind up to Tier 2 Magic Cards.

If he reached Tier 3 in the future, he could bind Magic Cards with a combined [Tier] of up to 30, and could bind Tier 3 Magic Cards.

On the other hand.

If a Tier 2 Lanchi bound only Tier 2 Magic Cards, he would reach the carrying limit by binding just 10 cards.

But if he bound some Tier 1 Magic Cards, he could bind more cards.

The [Tier] of a Magic Card could, to some extent, be seen as its "cost."

Lower-Tier Magic Cards could be seen as having a lower "cost."

Therefore, some high-quality, highly versatile low-Tier Magic Cards wouldn't be eliminated even when one reached a high Tier.

At this moment, in the Vice Dean Ron's thoughts.

Conversely, if Lanchi was fully equipped with targeted functional spells like [Friendly Exchange], relying on his high mana limit and sustained casting ability brought by his high spirit, he might truly be a purely functional support capable of achieving miraculous effects.

"Even if Lanchi shows miraculous effects, the real challenge is yet to come."

"The Tier gap is too large."

The teachers in the conference room began to focus intensely on the battle situation.

In their view, a duel that was originally without suspense had shown a glimmer of hope, which naturally brought a slight sense of anticipation.

But they also knew deeply that the basic attribute gap between Tier 5 and Tier 2 or 3 was like a chasm.

Ferrat could easily kill the two squishies, Lanchi and Hughberlian, even with just his fists and ordinary attack magic. What's more, Ferrat also had a small number of small spells that could be cast instantly. Conversely, the two examinees would find it difficult to cause effective damage to Ferrat.

The situation had merely shifted from a ten-zero split to a nine-one split.

On the Magic Screen.

The battle on the Ilyavin Great Plains continued.

Just as Ferrat was stunned, he understood the abnormal fact that he couldn't cast spells with incantations.

With that thought, a chill suddenly ran through Ferrat's heart.

He immediately became alert.

It was as if a sound of something breaking through the air swept past.

A figure appeared from nowhere, and when she reappeared, she was already fiercely stabbing towards Ferrat's chest!

The attacking Hughberlian was extremely close to Ferrat at this moment.

The dagger in her hand was almost successful, about to pierce Ferrat's heart.

Moreover, the strange scorpion-tail-shaped dagger glowed with a strange crystal light, clearly carrying potent poison.

Get out!!

Ferrat wanted to roar but could only make strange noises. At the same time, a deep red, scorching halo immediately burst forth from around him!

Even if he couldn't cast spells with incantations, he had low-tier, small-scale instant spells he could use!

This halo spread out from his body, flashing and disappearing. The Hughberlian who had suddenly appeared was instantly sent flying by the ring of fire.

"Hoo, hoo."

Hughberlian, who had been hit squarely by this move, quickly flipped over and stood up from the ground.

Aside from some slight burns on her body, she was fine.

And the Hughberlian who had been standing beside Lanchi had scattered like a bubble; it was just a false body she had left behind after using a spell to become invisible.

"Bastard, you dodged it."

Hughberlian said in a low voice with a gloomy expression.

In mid-air.

On Ferrat's cheek, there was now a line of blood, and blood began to slide down this wound, dripping.

In that instant, Hughberlian realized she couldn't stab Ferrat's heart, so she used all her strength to fiercely throw the scorpion-tail dagger in her hand like a projectile, aiming directly at his head!

Ferrat, with his rich combat experience and sensitive reaction speed, instinctively turned his head and dodged this pursuit.

But in the end, he still couldn't completely avoid the close-range sneak attack.

Intense pain spread from the wound on Ferrat's cheek, causing the veins on his forehead to throb continuously.

Clearly, even with just a graze, he was already poisoned, and the wound was difficult to heal, even though Ferrat had already applied a delayed healing status to himself before coming.

And Ferrat was currently under the Mute status applied by Lanchi, unable to use purification magic on his own to remove these negative statuses.

He had to endure the pain like a knife scraping his throat, relying only on his Tier 5 resistance to outlast the duration of the poisoning.

Although the Tier 3 poison on Hughberlian's dagger posed almost no threat to the Tier 5 Ferrat.

But Ferrat's heart was gradually burning with anger!

Although the two weak newcomers on the ground didn't have any coordination to speak of.

They were both Netherworld things.

One who was poisoned, bleeding, and could turn invisible, couldn't be found on the map.

Behind them, there was also a spell-sealing bastard who didn't know what else he would pull out.

These two dogs and bitches were truly struck by divine wrath to be brought together!

The content of the past few days has been rather Netherworld-like, so the update time has also been moved from the Yang world's 6 PM to the Netherworld's 0 AM!