Dimensional Codex System I m really not a cultist

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: New Assassin
 

“About time.”

Looking at the ranking in front of him, Fang Zheng furrowed his brows. The Sky Arena didn’t require one to challenge others in sequential order; instead, it offered a general range of opponents. For instance, since Fang Zheng was currently ranked 652, his opponent would come from within the range of number 600 to 650. As long as he could defeat the opponent, Fang Zheng would take over that person’s ranking, while the defeated would automatically drop down a rank.

Since entering the Sky Arena, Fang Zheng had defeated over forty Mage Apprentices, though this was also partly because these apprentices were woefully inferior. Deep down, Fang Zheng compared them to Charles and that Destruction Mage, feeling they were considerably lesser in caliber.

Now, Fang Zheng only hoped that after rising in rank, he could encounter some truly formidable mages.

“Ding-dong.”

At that moment, a crisp bell sound rang, followed by a voice near Fang Zheng’s ear.

“Player number 652, player number 500 has challenged you, do you accept?”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing the magic command relayed through the communication, Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had learned from his Invisible Servant that members with enough points in the Sky Arena could spend points to specifically challenge opponents, Fang Zheng had no plans to do so. His current goal was not to clash with any specific person but to gradually understand the combat styles of mages at various levels. However, it seemed now that he was being targeted?

“Accept.”

With this thought, Fang Zheng promptly chose to accept, guessing that probably someone was displeased with him or just looking for some fun. This type of rookie targeting was all too common in gaming, especially in online games where blocking the entrance to the Beginner Villages to attack newcomers wasn’t rare. That’s why many online games had set a level cap before which player killing wasn’t allowed, to prevent newcomers from having such poor game experiences that they might quit in frustration.

And as a game lead designer, Fang Zheng always had his ways to make these troublemakers respectfully call him ‘grandfather’.

Soon, the platform moved again, coming to another arena. Stepping off the platform, Fang Zheng took his place and soon saw a brown-haired mage wearing round glasses across from him. The mage wore a pitch-black Mage Robe and held a Magic Wand embedded with crystals, which seemed quite more imposing than the previous mages.

“So you’re the Wild Mage from Thunder Tower.”

Looking at Fang Zheng, the man displayed unmistakable arrogance on his face.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect a Wild Mage like you to defeat so many younger apprentices in the Sky Arena… Honestly, I must say, you’ve done quite well. But unfortunately, this is where it ends.”

As he spoke, the man with glasses raised the Magic Wand in his hand.

“The Sky Arena is the hunting ground of the White Tower, and for a Wild Mage like you to have come this far is quite promising. However, it’s unfortunate that you’re not a mage of the White Tower, so I’m sorry, but this is as far as you go.”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows. He clearly understood the underlying meaning of the man’s words, which was to say, the Sky Arena was created to train mages of the White Tower. Those mages not qualified to enter the White Tower came here essentially as free sparring partners.

As he said, this place was a hunting ground, and Wild Mages like himself were the prey, while the mages of the White Tower were the hunters. They would hone their skills and improve themselves in the process of chasing down their prey.

But once the roles were reversed, it was a different matter altogether.

“So you’re saying, you’re the watchdog of the White Tower?”

“You…”

Hearing Fang Zheng’s relentless taunt, the bespectacled man’s face darkened instantly, and laughter erupted from the nearby spectator seats. Many of them were mages from the White Tower, and while Fang Zheng didn’t know the specifics about the bespectacled man, they did. Although this man was also a White Tower mage, his limited talent meant rising further was difficult. Holding the 500th rank was already his peak, and he had stayed in that position using the excuse of “teaching” to suppress the newcomers, especially the Wild Mages.

After all, the reason Wild Mages were called such was because their inheritance wasn’t comprehensive, and as a Spellcraft System mage from the White Tower who had undergone systematic training, the bespectacled man did possess a few ace skills, making it possible for him to generally secure victories.

Although there were many in the White Tower who disliked the bespectacled man’s actions, they, due to their status, did not wish to interact with such people. Now, hearing how vividly Fang Zheng put it, many of them couldn’t help but rejoice at his misfortune. After all, to most mages, losing the motivation to progress meant no longer being a part of them, and for someone like the bespectacled man, who could stoop to bullying newcomers just to stay in the White Tower, they naturally looked down upon him.

With that thought, he really did seem like the White Tower’s guard dog.

Hearing the laughter coming from the audience, the bespectacled man’s complexion grew even more livid, knowing he didn’t have much status within the White Tower, but was still somewhat of a figure. And now, this damned Wild Mage had reduced him to a mere guard dog with a single sentence — the bespectacled man was well aware that, after today’s duel, regardless of the outcome, the title “guard dog” might begin to circulate within the White Tower.

“Very well.”

Thinking this, the bespectacled man’s expression turned much gloomier.

“It seems you’re quite arrogant, Wild Mage, I really do find you annoying.”

“Understandable, since you’re uglier than me.”

“You……!!”

“Hahahahaha!!”

By then, the laughter from the nearby audience had escalated from a hushed giggle to a boisterous uproar. After all, what Fang Zheng had said was true, as the face is the mirror of the mind, the bespectacled man was rather ordinary-looking with round glasses, and unlike Harry Potter, his forehead bore no lightning scar, so he naturally lacked charm. But Fang Zheng was on another level; his charm rating was C++, making him the center of attention wherever he stood, outshining even ordinary celebrities.

Although nobody had initially thought that far, once Fang Zheng pointed it out, a comparison made the crowd burst into laughter.

“You…very well!”

By then, the bespectacled man had turned deathly pale, abandoning his efforts to suppress Fang Zheng. The typical Wild Mages would tremble before him or curse furiously, but none of that had harmed him. However, he hadn’t expected this man in front of him to be so formidable, infuriating him almost to the point of madness with just a couple of sentences. Thus, he had decided not to engage verbally any longer and was ready to take action.

“Let me show you the true power of a White Tower Mage!”

“I’d advise you to not casually represent the White Tower.”

Looking at the bespectacled man before him, Fang Zheng smiled slightly once again.

“Honestly, if I were a White Tower Mage, I wouldn’t want to be represented by you; it’s too embarrassing.”

“You…”

Fortunately, the bespectacled man didn’t have a heart condition, or else he definitely would have been angered to death by Fang Zheng right there. Because he could feel the gazes from all around, most of which were full of displeasure and disdain, and even some gloating. Clearly, just as Fang Zheng had said, they did not want to be represented by such a guy.

“Go to hell!!”

By then the bespectacled man was almost in tears, not having expected that the last scene-stealing phrase he threw out would still be turned against him by this damned bastard. Now it was clear, regardless of the outcome of this battle, he was doomed to fail within the White Tower.

But before that, he also wanted to vent his own inner fury!!

With this thought, the bespectacled man decided not to hold back any longer. He reached out to lightly swipe his ring, and the next moment, twin bursts of light erupted, and then, from the brightness, emerged two white wolves as large as battle horses, viciously staring at Fang Zheng before them, and growling angrily.

Who would have thought, they’re of the same trade after all.

Seeing the two summoned Otherworld white wolves, Fang Zheng was also somewhat surprised. But soon, he sighed.

When like meets like, it’s about time to get serious.

With that thought, Fang Zheng casually tossed aside his Magic Wand.

Then he silently took out his Sky-Cleaving Sword.