Suddenly, someone rushed up in front of Li, pointed at him, and shouted, "Kid, you burned me into this state. Pay me eight hundred or a thousand gold coins, and I won't pursue the matter too deeply. Did you hear me?"
Li glanced at the man before him. He was a white-haired old man, but his face was blackened with soot, and his hair was a complete mess, as though he had just been burned by fire. Li immediately realized that this old man had probably been hit by his enormous fireball just now...
"Who are you?" Li looked at the old man speechlessly. "Come on, this is an exam. Am I not even allowed to cast the most basic Fireball spell?"
Li deliberately stressed the words "Fireball spell," as if reminding the old man that Fireball was just an ordinary spell.
The old man froze. "Are you sure that was a Fireball spell?"
Li snorted. "Genuine as they come. Want me to cast another one for you to see?"
The old man moved his lips. "Could it be the Heart of Berserk?" A gleam flashed through his eyes. "Hehe, kid, let me tell you something."
Li frowned. "What?"
"Look, you only have two points right now, don't you? Even if you get ten points for this final magic demonstration, you still won't be able to enter our school. So now I have an enormous stroke of good fortune for you. Do you want it?" A crafty look flashed through the old man's eyes, as though he were plotting something.
Li blanked for a moment. "What do you mean?"
A sinister smile appeared on the old man's lips. "I'll admit you as a special exception, but you'll have to study magic alone under the principal. What do you think?"
"Huh,