Mage Academy: I Have Infinite Skill Points

Ye Ming transmigrated to a world of swords and magic, here there are giant dragons, elves, orcs, magical beasts, the undead… Ye Ming realized that he was a student who obtained the last place at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was about to be expelled. “Ding, Supreme Skills System, loading……” “Ding, unknown reason, system bug has occurred……” “Fixing bug……” “Bug fixed, skill points remaining: max!” …… Looking at the skill panel that had appeared before his eyes, Ye Ming tried to click on the “+” icon behind the “Fireball” magic. “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 6.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 7.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 8.” “Ding! Your Fireball has improved, currently Level 9.”...... “Congratulations on your self-taught mastery, you have understood the “Laws of Blasting Fire’, your Fireball has evolved to become Forbidden Spell: Dark Sun Blast!” Looking at the enormous fireball that was as deep and dark as a black hole floating before him, Ye Ming smiled and started going crazy on his skill points…… The next day, Ye Ming dragged his exhausted body to the wizardry academy library. He knew that he had to learn new skills now. Because~ the skills that he’d learned before all became forbidden spells! He tried to light a fire for a barbeque and almost blasted away the entire academy!

Half-Fated Sir · Fantasy
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358 Chs


Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The next day.

Lin Ming once again entered the fighting arena.

However, this time, he entered the intermediate fighting arena.

It was much more flourishing than the low-level fighting arena. The fighting arena was no longer made of rubble.

Instead, it was made of marble.

However, there were still traces of battle and many scarlet stains..

It could be seen that this was still a cold killing ground.

When Lin Ming appeared, there was no longer the usual boos.

Instead, there were cheers.

"The Flame King!"

"The Flame King, go go go! I firmly believe that you can still win ten consecutive matches in the intermediate fighting arena!"

"Today, no matter who the opponent is, I will always place my bets on you!"

The Flame King was not a title that the fighting arena had chosen for a gimmick.

Instead, it was a title that the gamblers had given Lin Ming yesterday.

Lin Ming did not care about this, because he knew very well that as long as he lost the match or died in the fighting arena.

What Flame King.

In their hearts, it would only turn into nothingness.

"Excuse me, can we begin?"

A beautiful woman with a sexy figure came to Lin Ming's side and asked softly.

She was the referee of the intermediate fighting arena.

Lin Ming nodded slightly, indicating with his head.

Although this female referee was beautiful and moving, her hands were very rough, and there was even a layer of calluses between her thumb and forefinger.

Lin Ming roughly guessed that she was a Tier 2 Assassin!

A moment later, the match began!

Lin Ming continued to bet all of the 2,400 gold coins in his Magic Crystal Card.

Of course, the vast majority of people no longer looked down on Lin Ming. They placed their bets one after another, and the odds reached an astonishing 10:1!

Soon, another player entered the stage.

A one-star Swordsman!

Before the crowd could cheer, the match came to an end with the appearance of the Fire Snake. It was completely Lin Ming's strength winning. After all, he had killed a Tier 2 Warrior yesterday!

After Lin Ming consumed the magic power recovery potion, the next match began again.

The ending was still the same.

It was a crushing defeat without any suspense!

There were even two Tier 1 Warriors who chose to forfeit.

The entire audience began to cheer for Lin Ming. They kept shouting the title of the 'Flame King'!

In the VIP box.

Ernest Lin watched Lin Ming's battle, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As a Tier 6 Assassin, she could tell that Lin Ming's level was not high!

But he could use the Fire Snake Spell to such an extent, which surprised her!

And Ernest was very sure that the Fire Snake Spell of a Tier 3 Mage could not be compared to it!

"No wonder he could kill Dillon Harry in an instant."

"When it's time for the tenth match, let Joseph go on stage."

Ernest ordered.

The two managers behind her originally wanted to say something, but when they looked at Ernest, they didn't have the courage to say anything. They hurriedly replied, "Alright!"

However, they couldn't help but start to worry.

Joseph was the ever-victorious general of the fighting arena, and he was also a Tier 3 Warrior who had killed countless people!

The two of them knew very well that Ernest wanted to recruit contestant number 101 into the force of the fighting arena. This was a test set for him.

However, this test was indeed a bit too much!

It was hard to say if contestant number 101 would die here...

Time was short.

Lin Ming quickly won nine consecutive matches!

Each battle would end in less than five minutes. There were even a few contestants who gave up before they got on the stage.

This also made the audience and gamblers a little angry!

After all, they had not watched this competition for nothing. They had paid the entrance fee.

For a moment, the entire stadium was restless.

"What kind of joke is this? Why are they acting so cowardly?"

"That's right, why are all of you giving up!"

"Is there no one left in your arena?"

"If there are still contestants giving up, I'll refund my ticket immediately!"


The beautiful referee looked around coldly, as if she was used to such situations.


She announced coldly, "The next contestant is Joseph!"

Lin Ming did not notice.

He was taking a magic power recovery potion while looking at the Magic Crystal Card in his hand. A smile appeared on his face, "There are already 5000 gold coins!"

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became excited.

The gamblers exchanged glances.


"Haven't you heard of him? He's a Tier 3 Warrior!"

"He has never lost in the arena before. I heard that in one of his matches, he faced ten competitors, and all of them died. Not a single one of them survived!"

"How terrifying!"

Just as everyone was whispering to each other.

A black-robed man walked towards the arena with an extremely calm expression.

He crossed his arms and held a sword that was covered in rust. However, the blade of the sword was abnormally sharp!

It emitted threads of cold light..

Lin Ming, who was standing in the arena, frowned slightly.

He also felt a long-lost sense of oppression.

A Tier 3 Warrior?

Lin Ming became serious, although he had previously crushed a Tier 2 Warrior.

However, the difference between the two was not small.

Even five Tier 2 Warriors could not deal with a Tier 3 Warrior.

Lin Ming was not the only one who was serious.

The gamblers on the field also began to analyze seriously.

They were analyzing which side had the greater chance of winning!