Clock Tower

A figure flashed past.

A slender, petite figure shot rapidly along the wall, moving like an expert in the Light Body Technique as they ran along the eaves and walls toward Duanmu Huai, throwing a punch at the back of his heart. However, Duanmu Huai let out a furious roar, then stomped his right foot forcefully against the ground. A violent shock wave instantly erupted outward with him at the center, and amid several wails, multiple figures were sent flying before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Good, that's enough."

Duanmu Huai stood up and spoke. Before him, dozens of young men and women were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. Nevertheless, they endured the pain, got to their feet, and respectfully bowed to Duanmu Huai.

"If you're fine, class is dismissed. Remember the key points I taught you."

Duanmu Huai moved his body around as he spoke, and the young magicians before him lowered their heads again.

"Yes, teacher."

Then they turned and left.

"Whew... I didn't expect this to be so interesting."

Duanmu Huai moved his body around, then looked out the window. It was already early spring, and the branches outside had grown fresh new leaves.

It had been nearly a year since they arrived at the Clock Tower.

For both Duanmu Huai and the Clock Tower, it had been a year of earth-shaking changes.

First of all, there were Medea's classes at the Clock Tower. They not only captivated the families within the Clock Tower, but also attracted the eager attention of many magical families that had previously shown little interest in the Clock Tower. It was true that the Clock Tower had once had Magic Users such as the Magic Marshal Zelretch and Three Primitives, Blue, but such people were all elusive. For an ordinary