Mage Academy: I Have Infinite Skill Points

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

Seeing this scene!

The crowd was a little puzzled and couldn't help but ridicule.

"Is this berserker stupid? He could kill his opponent with one punch, yet he had to use his famous ultimate skill?"

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"What do you know? The reason why a berserker can win nine matches in a row is precisely because he is very vigilant!"

"Forget it, forget it. The outcome is the same anyway!"

"It's better to stay far away. Otherwise, when contestant number 101 turns into meat paste and splash onto my body, that would be bad luck!"

Those standing in front could not help but take a few steps back.

There were even quite a number of people who had personally experienced the feeling of bone marrow splashing onto their faces.

The dust on the field that was stirred up by the berserker became thicker and thicker.

The purpose was to confuse the enemy's line of sight!

Boom!

In the dust, a deafening sound was heard.

However, no flesh and blood flew out.

There was only a faint light that flashed for a moment..

Many people did not even notice it.

The audience and gamblers looked with eager eyes.

They were very confused. Why were there no flesh and blood flying out just now?

Could it be that contestant number 101 was too thin?

He could not even splash out?

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The dust slowly fell.

The next moment.

Everyone in the stadium was in disbelief.

They saw that the berserker had fallen two meters away from contestant number 101. Blood was gushing out of his neck!

And contestant number 101 didn't seem to have moved at all.

He was still standing where he was!

The referee rushed to the ring with a shocked expression.

After confirming the berserker's death, he frowned and announced hesitantly, "The winner goes to contestant number 101!"

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Before he could finish his sentence.

The entire stadium was in an uproar.

"Are you kidding me? How can the berserker lose?"

"There's definitely something fishy going on here!"

"How can a single and weak contestant number 101 defeat the strong berserker?"

"I bet 10 gold coins on the berserker!"

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"It's really a gamble. I just won 20 gold coins!"

Even after the staff members finished dealing with the berserker's corpse, the stadium was still in an uproar.

They were angry that they had lost their money, not that they felt sorry for the berserker!

In this world, life was just a gamble!

Of course, some people were happy while others were worried. The gamblers who bet on Lin Ming had a smile on their face!

Lin Ming, who had come to the side of the stadium to rest, was very calm.

After transmigrating to this world where the strong preyed on the weak, he had long been prepared to kill.

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Although the berserker had won nine matches in a row in the low-level arena, he could only be considered as the strongest among ordinary people. His strength was not even that of a warrior apprentice.

As a mage, Lin Ming could naturally kill him with a snap of his fingers!

Just now, he had controlled the Fire Snake Spell to a minimum.

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Like a bullet, it pierced through the throat of the berserker.

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"Contestant number 101, do you want to continue?"

After a short rest, the referee asked in a deep voice.

There was no disdain in his eyes from before, and there was even a hint of respect.

Lin Ming nodded in response.

He had just received a reward of 20 gold coins, as well as the 100 gold coins he had won from betting on himself.

The magic consumption of the previous attack was not very high.

Lin Ming did not intend to give up just like that.

Then.

The referee walked to the ring again!

He shouted excitedly, "The next match is about to begin!"

"The contestant is number 101, who has just won!"

"I won't introduce him anymore. I think everyone watched him better than I did!"

"As for the other contestant, everyone is extremely familiar with him!"

"Everyone, please look over there!"

The referee was extremely excited as he pointed at the spot where the contestant had appeared.

A man dressed in a black robe with a long scar on his face, appeared.

He was holding a silver-white cross sword in his hand!

Seeing that familiar yet terrifying face, many people could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. They were extremely shocked!

There were even dozens of people who shouted excitedly!

"Oh my god, it's the Silver Sword! He's a one-star Swordsman!"

"He won ten consecutive matches in the intermediate fighting arena last year. In the end, he disappeared without a trace!"

"Then why is he here?"

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"The rules of the fighting arena. If you don't participate in fighting for a long time, your battle results will be eliminated. You can only start from the lowest level!"

"Oh my god, I'm so lucky?"

For a moment, the entire arena was in an uproar!

They had never thought that they would actually be able to meet such a strong person in the low-level combat arena!

Even before the bet had begun, some people had already bet all of their assets on the Silver Sword.

In their opinion, this match was without suspense!

One had to know.

In this world, anyone who could become a swordsman, warrior, assassin and other professionals.

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Even if they had just stepped into the threshold of a profession, they would be able to create a huge gap with ordinary people!

A one-star Swordsman could casually swing his sword and cut a hundred-year-old giant tree!

Ordinary people could not resist at all!

As for mages, they were even more terrifying!

If a swordsman appeared out of a thousand people, then only one mage would appear out of ten thousand people!

Moreover, mages of the same realm as compared to other professionals, whether in terms of strength or status, were much higher.

"Everyone, please start placing your bets!"

After Lin Ming and Silver Sword entered the arena, the referee shouted.

Of course!

In this match, which seemed to have a large difference in strength, the arena would still take out their own bets to stir up the stadium's emotions. In any case, this method would only make them more profitable!

Very soon!

The clamor in the arena was once again boiling.

Everyone was discussing how to place their bets.

"Damn, if I don't bet on the Silver Sword at such a good opportunity, I'm afraid I'll be an idiot, right?"

"What do you know about wealth and risk? I'll bet 1000 silver coins on number 101!"

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"Damn you, you're pitying number 101. I'll bet 10 gold coins!"

However, the end result this time was not as ridiculous as the last time.

After all, the strength displayed by the masked contestant number 101 had surprised them!

However, the odds were still 1:5.

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As before, Lin Ming took out the 120 gold coins he had won and placed all his bets!

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As long as he won, he would be able to obtain 620 gold coins!

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This was a considerable amount of wealth for Lin Ming!