Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 630 - 178: Drawing Chestnuts Out of the Fire2

Chapter 630: Chapter 178: Drawing Chestnuts Out of the Fire_2

Sure enough, if you’re holding a hamr, anything you see should be treated as a nail.

No need to play with fancy maneuvers!

So, let’s stop pretending and lay all the cards on the table.

Eighty big hamr strikes, forty small hamr strikes, one blow and it’s over!

The Academy Headquarters.

The team responsible for formulating the rules, objectives, and requirents of this extracurricular practice activity, involving nearly a hundred advanced wizards, quickly noticed the unusual behavior from Link through their monitoring.

Compared to other wizards, including Jasmine, who are all doing things by the book and figuring out ways around the challenges of the rules, objectives, and requirents, Link’s approach of brute force stands out excessively.

The style is also sowhat eccentric.

Whenever he encounters any obstacles, Link never uses witchcraft, just his fists, making him look even more of a body-refining wizard than actual ones.

However, Link Grande’s official file emphasizes his choice of elental wizard as his major and true spirit wizard as his minor.

Could it be that it’s trendy to be unconventional these days with an Elental Wizard True Spirit Wizard equaling a Body-refining Wizard?

Wizards responsible for monitoring to prevent accidents happen are speechless.

Isn’t he afraid that the excessive consumption of spiritual power and magic power will result in an inability to return, or incapable of healing the fire elental spirit, or unable to sustain life, hence having to forfeit halfway, or incapable of passing the examination and failing to complete this extracurricular activity?

“I thought Sage Walters’ performance was already unprecedented, but I didn’t expect there to be soone even more outlandish than him. Which faction’s wizard is this?”

The leader of the rules, objectives, and requirents formulation team, a Level Five Sage who had just returned from the front-line battlefield in the Wizard World and the World of God and returned to the Academy Headquarters, voiced his sigh and query.

“Link Grande, a Tier 2 wizard, reportedly comparable in combat power to an average Tier 3 wizard. He was personally taken by Dean Frist to handle the advance study procedures, and as soon as he arrived at the Headquarters, he was greeted by two Great Sages.”

An agile subordinate reported Link’s simple information while operating an office brain to pull up Link’s detailed file.

“It’s Frist’s people.”

The Level Five Sage took a look at the file, pursed his lips and didn’t say anything else, but his attention to Link increased.

Frist Diomand, among the third generation of the Diomand Family, is neither as arrogant as elder brother Rodrigo Diomand nor as willful as second sister Lisandra Diomand. He is stable and dignified.

On the outside, he looks like a very amiable and agreeable person, but in reality, he is very selective, with very few people who can truly catch his eye.

The Level Five Sage is of the sa generation as Frist Diomand. He once had thoughts of aligning himself with Frist, but unfortunately, he was tactfully rejected.

The Level Five Sage has always felt ashad of this incident.

Now that this Tier 2 wizard, Link Grande, whose combat power is said to rival that of a Tier 3 wizard, and who is favored by Frist Diomand, he must have so special reliance and ability.

Saving soone deep down in the Lava World is surely not a problem for him.

In that case, why not …

The Level Five Sage considered this possibility, sensed sothing was off, shook his head, and started throwing purification and soothing witchcraft at himself like they cost nothing.

Once he calms down, he suddenly turns to the shadowy area to his left and shouts in a bass voice: “Who’s there? Show yourself!”

“Long ti no see, Fletcher Domingo.”

The figure of Lisandra Diomand quietly appeared, greeting him with a languid smile.

“You? Lisandra, are you trying to screw over?”

Level Five Sage Fletcher Domingo’s face was gloomy, and his expression was fraught.

“Hardly, I’m just offering you a friendly warning.”

Lisandra laughed and didn’t admit to anything.

“What warning?”

Fletcher Domingo’s voice beca increasingly ominous, “Is it so serious that you need to make an appearance yourself? And try to tamper with my cognition using five-ring cognition witchcraft?”

Lisandra dispelled the grin on her face and stated earnestly:

“After you preside over this extracurricular activity for the advanced wizards, you will be assigned a mission to lead a team to sniper a team from Shadow City and seize so supplies. However, rember to control the intensity of the fight as much as possible during the sniping and raid, so as not to cause unnecessary harm or deaths due to a hot head!”

Pausing for mont, Lisandra emphasized, “Especially regarding the defense against cognitive witchcraft, just like you did just now. Because, not only us will show up there but also others. So will definitely try to provoke a bloody conflict between our College and the Shadow City.”

“Is the College planning to challenge the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell?”

Fletcher Domingo understood Lisandra’s implication and chose to directly ask the question he wanted to know the answer to.

Even though he’s a Level Five Sage and commands a powerful army, he doesn’t have much say within the College.

Not to ntion the core managent, he’s not even part of the periphery.

His status and standing are all severely limited.

On many key issues, he only has the authority to carry out tasks, and he’s out of the decision-making loop.

In other words, he’s a chess piece, not the player.

Aside from the Diomand family, the only ones in Ravensmouth College who can be considered chess players are just a few Level Six Sages.

Since he’s only a piece unable to participate in decision-making and can only execute orders, as a Sage, Fletcher will certainly ask for all information he can possibly get before execution.