Mage Academy: I Have Infinite Skill Points

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

Ling Ming's energy and blood were at a high level, but he hadn't grasped the concept yet. He absorbed the energy at an insanely fast rate through the conversion of the Wheels of Wrath to the point that it couldn't keep up with his speed anymore.

There was a four-hour break between each battle. Well, if a Beast Tide hit them, they would've continued to fight for days. The longest they had gone on without halting was three months. Yet, this time, another wave came at them as expected after four hours.

"Beware. The Underworld creatures are of higher grades."

The crowd had their brows furrowed. It was considered lucky to have one Tier 10 from the enemy's side in a wave, but it seemed lady luck wasn't on their side that day—there were 8 of them now with a mixture of Tier 9 in the flood of warriors. None of them had seen such a massive attack for years, and they were all here for Lin Ming.

"Bloodseeker," Lin Ming called.

"Yes, Master."

"Your only focus is to convert the energy and blood. Leave the rest to me." Lin Ming needed the constant absorption, growing indefinitely in this place abundant of resources. He would do it without pressure or guilt—he was protecting his world at the same time. If the energy condensed on the field had been left untouched, it would only have fostered into other monsters. It was a win-win situation for Lin Ming.

"Yes, Master." Bloodseeker nodded. Since the moment the Green Lotus had bound him, he was compliant. He was afraid of Lin Ming wiping away his existent, taking control over the Wheels of Wrath with a new artifact spirit extension—devouring his host? No, he had lost the power to do so.

Roar!

A Tier 10 Demonic Beast lunged towards Lin Ming. Cold sweat broke out.

Lin Ming dodged the attack and launched forward. "If anyone would like to challenge me today, come forth. I won't leave!" he shouted, his voice resonating in the heart of the battlefield.

Roar!

As creatures of the Underworld came storming out, everyone had flinched. No one had ever seen something like this. The soldiers bursting out because of a taunt was like lava pouring out of a volcano.

"Pfft. As expected," Lin Ming sneered, turning to face head-on with the Tier 10 Magical Beast that had failed on its sneak attack. Still, there wouldn't be only one enemy ambushing—every creature of the Underworld was eager to get their shots at climbing to the top.

In the palace, a Sage Tier Mage blurted out, "What in the—"

It was never-before-seen, different than a Beast Tide—which was the surge of demonic beasts in a single wave. This time, all mages, secret swordsmen, and berserkers surfaced from the Underworld, their levels top-notched as they engaged in the war.

Gandulf stood up, pressed a button on the magical equipment, and announced. "Everyone, we are going into Alert mode!" A piercing alarm rang throughout the Giant City.

Other than Sage Tiers, all Underworld creatures proceeded to upsurge madly. They were dying to try their luck—their only target was Lin Ming.

The Sage Tier Mages in the palace could no longer sit still. "What do we do? The battlefield would no longer be able to contain the creatures. Why did the Underworld go berserk?"

"They are here for Lin Ming," answered Gandulf as his eyes remained fixed on the warzone.

"For Lin Ming?" Everyone's gazes aligned on Lin Ming.

Gandulf nodded in response. "Look—all of the Underworld creatures are only heading towards one direction."

"We can't leave this unchecked, or it would end badly!" a mage exclaimed in worry of the falling of their warriors. None of the Sage Tier from both sides was to engage in battle. They had anticipated all Underworlds to be war-ready, but it was different on their side—only those who'd reached the required level would get to participate, let alone acquire knowledge of the war. The crazy surge of Underworld soldiers caught them by surprise—they would soon be overwhelmed without any precautions.

Gandulf yelled, "Activating code red!"

Beep!

A higher pitch alarm sounded through the city. All Giants of Tier 7 and above were to head into war—the Giant's Kingdom would be the first to collapse should their first line of defense go down.

"Return at once, Lin Ming!" A Sage Tier Mage flew and landed next to Lin Ming.

Lin Ming looked over his shoulder. "No. I have confidence in handling this."

The mage saw absolute certainty in Lin Ming's eyes. He recalled how Lin Ming's performance had conquered all of their hearts back when they were spectating. A voice deep in his heart told him he believed in Lin Ming.

In the palace—

"Why did you not bring Lin Ming back?" Gandulf was agitated, and so were the other mages.

"He said he was confident, and..." the mage flinched—he should've taken Lin Ming with him, away from the war.

"I cannot believe—" a mage sighed.

Gandulf straightened his posture.. "Very well. If the kid says he has the confidence, I shall believe in him!"