This was not the first time in recent days that his teammates had questioned his ability to control his Magic Power.
"I've been in the Training Ground for six days now. Didn't you see me cast spells?"
The young publicly funded student felt indignant. "Even if you didn't see that, you should've seen me fall out of the sky... That was such an obvious Flying Spell. Don't tell me that was fake too?"
The Red-faced Male Wizard turned his face slightly, seeming a little embarrassed. "Uh, I was just checking. Habitually checking. No bad intentions."
"Bullshit habit," Zheng Qing muttered.
"Normal! Normal! Normal!"
Like a melancholy poet, Fatty Xin looked up at the sky and repeated the word several times. Then he shook his head, sighed heavily, and said, "I have to admit, as your teammate, I've always found the word 'normal' rather hard to swallow."
Zheng Qing's face darkened further.
"My control of Magic Power has always been excellent."
Gritting his teeth, the young publicly funded student took a deep breath and flicked out a Binding Spell. Four or five slender vines threaded between his fingers like octopus tentacles, looking quite dazzling. "Is this enough for you now... Do you still think spell control at this level could go out of control?"
The other members of the You Zui Hunting Team gave no clear answer.
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and offered a well-meaning reminder. "Do you remember what happened during last year's Freshman Competition at the School Hunting Meet? Your control of Magic Power was no worse then than it is now..."
"That was the shadow's doing. It had nothing to do with me!"
Zheng Qing stamped his foot viciously. The shadow that had been hiding beneath his feet lazily stretched out a tail and greeted several of