Mafa laughed heartily, and Li found himself rather fond of the young girl as well.
Suddenly, Mafa said, "As long as you keep believing in your own path of magic, you'll definitely grow stronger."
Li froze for a moment. Believe in his own path of magic? In his understanding, this so-called path of magic was much like the ninja way in Hokage. As long as one believed in the convictions in one's heart, one would definitely become stronger?
Looking at the girl, Li didn't know whether to call her naïve or pure-hearted.
To grow stronger, one needed talent, luck, perseverance, resources—none of them could be lacking. Simply holding fast to one's beliefs wouldn't necessarily make someone strong.
Just then, the old man's voice rang out. "Please enter the arena and find your seats according to your rankings."
Li turned back to look at the magical coliseum and was stunned. A massive floating screen had appeared above it.
More than four thousand sets of data were displayed on it, each consisting of a rank, a name, and a score.
And in first place was Mafa Scarlet! A perfect score of twenty!
Li nearly coughed up blood. He had just said he wanted to surpass her, yet she had gotten a perfect score?
Finding his own rank was simple—he just looked at the very bottom. Sure enough, there he was...
Rank: Last.
Name: August.
Score: 0.
Someone immediately burst out laughing. "Damn, damn! I'm actually not in last place! I got three points, and there's someone lower than me? What the hell, hahahahaha!"
Li shot the man an annoyed look and could only helplessly walk into the coliseum.
Before long, everyone had entered the coliseum. Just as Li sat down, he saw Mafa Scarlet standing in the center of the arena and