Super Dragon Cultivation System

After Zhang Xing sat down, he thought for a moment and said: "I can't guess. But it definitely isn't about fighting."    

Jie Ge nodded approvingly. "Why not about fighting? The academy has strict rules. You may be ordered to withdraw from school."    

"Your Honor, you are busy with work. You do not have to scold me personally for such a small matter."    

"Otherwise, what use would those instructors, the directors of the various grades, and Vice-President have?"    

"Your Honor, you must be looking for me because of the academy."    

"As for me, a student of the primary class, the only thing I can contribute to the academy is the magic knowledge that the instructors impart to me. If I'm not wrong, it should be related to the competition. "    

President Jager was stunned when he heard this.    

His cephalo- contained a Wisdom Tree?    

His analysis of the situation was clear, and he used the method of thinking from his position to gradually find the source of the problem.    

He was truly a talent that was rarely seen in a hundred years!    

"You guessed it right."    

Jie Ge stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.    

"The magic skill Competition that happens once every three years will be held at the end of the year."    

"You still have more than a month to prepare. I want you to represent the primary class in the competition. I hope you can compete with other schools."    

Jie Ge emphasized the word "competition," which seemed to have a different meaning.    

"Your Honor, is this a competition of magic skill?" Zhang Xing asked.    

"Yes, it is a competition of skills for all three grades."    

"The rule is primary versus primary, High Level versus High Level. But you can challenge. For example, primary versus High Level, or High Level versus primary."    

Jie Ge said it briefly and then stopped. He leaned against the chair and looked at the ceiling. Clearly, he had thought of something.    

Zhang Xing thought for a while and thought, "This rule is a little chaotic. The primary and Intermediate Magic students will be bullied by the advanced class students."    

"But since the Six Great Academies have set this seemingly unreasonable rule, their intentions must be far-reaching."    

"There are some historical records in the library. These Empire are unable to maintain peace. War has been going on for thousands of years."    

"The Six Great Academies have been sending all kinds of elites to the Empire, and they are training skilled practitioners who can fight in actual combat."    

"Then this chaotic rule can be explained."    

"The battlefield doesn't care if you are a primary or Intermediate, or whether you are Fighter or a magician!"    

When he thought of this, Zhang Xing understood. He saw that President had no intention of speaking, so he just sat there and waited quietly.    

After a moment, Jie Ge seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He asked, "Zhang Xing, your current strength has already reached the level of high level magician, right?"    

This was obviously a question that he knew the answer to. A Devil Emperor magician could tell how Glen was injured.    

"Yes!" Zhang Xing told the truth. If he told the truth, he would not be at a disadvantage in front of Jie Ge, which would be advantageous to him.    

Jie Ge was very satisfied with this answer.    

"How much have you mastered the magic skill?" Jie Ge asked.    

He knew Zhang Xing's magic skill was not learned from the instructors of the academy.    

He did not want to ask where Zhang Xing learned it from. In his eyes, these low level magic skill were relatively easy to obtain.    

Zhang Xing had a lot of secrets on him. He didn't want to know what these secrets were. A special person like him would definitely have secrets.    

"Very few. I don't think my skills are enough. Your Honor, teach me some!" Zhang Xing started to be mischievous.    

Jie Ge curled his lips. "Don't play smart with me. Tell me, how many have you mastered?"    

"Seventeen!" Zhang Xing said in a low voice.    

"What?"    

Jie Ge was stunned. This was not much? According to Zhang Xing's words, how many skills did he master before he could be satisfied?