Which Element Did He Transfer From?

White-browed Teacher and Wei Rong let out long sighs of relief the moment they saw Ah Li Yujie walk away unharmed.

"That student really knows where to draw the line," White-browed Teacher remarked to Wei Rong, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

Wei Rong responded with nothing but a cold grunt.

His gaze moved to Mo Fan on the arena stage, heaving for breath under the weight of the brutal string of fights. It was plain to see that Mo Fan had burned through the vast majority of his Magical Energy.

At this rate, another hundred or so capable challengers would be enough to bring him down.

Cutting down seventy-nine opponents in a row had already dragged Fire Hall's reputation through the mud — made all the worse by the fact that the one doing it was a transfer student.

The arena was now packed not only with students from every department, but teachers from other halls had come to see it for themselves. Wei Rong had no desire to let this spiral any further out of hand.

He hesitated a moment, then finally turned to Mo Fan on the stage — who looked like he was running on fumes. "That's enough for today, wouldn't you say, Mo Fan?"

"Enough? Call the next challenger."

"I take back what I said at the start," Wei Rong said, retreating slightly. "Your strength has surprised us all."

"You think I'm still out here because of something you said in class?" Mo Fan's eyes shifted, locking onto Zheng Jiahui below the stage — who had long since been struck speechless.

Not long before this, back in Hangzhou, Mo Fan had crossed paths with a boy who'd only just barely scraped into basic-level strength. In the whole army, he was little more than a general dogsbody, surviving on whatever scraps came his way — yet when the moment came to face a White Demon Eagle Legion numbering in the tens of thousands and a Transcendent Tier Mage who had long since fallen from grace, he hadn't given an inch of ground. Mo Fan still hadn't quite shaken off the lingering image of that boy — hollow-eyed, soulless after everything he'd endured — when he stumbled into Zheng Jiahui, who shared a faint echo of that boy's appearance and circumstances. Part of him had wanted to use Zheng Jiahui as a way out of his own relentless chain of challenges; another part had genuinely wanted to give the guy a push. But the cowardice that oozed from Zheng Jiahui's very bones — instinctive, deep-rooted — left Mo Fan swinging between pity and contempt.

Everyone had the right to cling to their own life. But this was a campus where no one's life was ever in any real danger — and Zheng Jiahui still couldn't scrape together even a shred of backbone. No drive to face the impossible. No will to push forward and break through. That wasn't timidity, and it wasn't low self-esteem. It was pure, naked selfishness.

Under ordinary circumstances, Mo Fan wouldn't have given someone like that a second thought. But with Wang Xiaojun still fresh in his mind, and Zheng Jiahui's conduct having genuinely gotten under his skin, he wasn't letting this drop.

Mo Fan wasn't here to make Fire Hall look bad. The person he was here to put in his place was Zheng Jiahui.

"Your Fire Element and Lightning Element Magical Energy are both nearly spent," Wei Rong said. "How do you plan to handle the higher-ranked challengers from here — unless you genuinely intend to make every single student in this hall bow their head and beg forgiveness?"

"Less talk. Next challenger."

If Mo Fan's current state could be summed up in one of those popular sayings making the rounds lately, it was this: *you talked the talk — now you walk the walk, even if you have to crawl*.

"Fine. Don't say I didn't offer you the way out. Next — number one hundred and eleven — Liu Qian!" Wei Rong announced the name at full volume.

The name had barely left his mouth before the girls in the arena erupted.

Liu Qian might not have been the strongest student in the entire department, but he was without question the prince charming in every girl's imagination — devastatingly handsome, with more than a few female students having signed up to challenge his ranking not to claim his spot in the standings, but simply for the chance to stand across from him face to face.

In an institution where everyone held the status of a respected Intermediate-Level Mage, this kind of behavior should have been beneath them. It wasn't.

Huang Xingli spun around with gleaming eyes. "So you challenged him too — perfect! You're the one who gets to end this. Your reputation's about to get another boost."

"Honestly, I'd have preferred to be the first challenger," Liu Qian said, his warm smile never faltering. "It would've looked less like kicking a man when he's already down. But someone has to close out this little spectacle, and it happens to be my turn. Nothing more."

Huang Xingli nodded vigorously. They always said good-looking people tended to have good luck — apparently there was truth to it.

That fearsome figure who had cut down seventy-nine opponents on that stage was finally going to be brought low by a genuinely handsome prince. A fitting end to all of this. Honestly, when she'd first laid eyes on this transfer student, she never imagined he'd turn out to be this formidable.

Liu Qian rose unhurriedly from his seat and walked toward the arena stage, moving through a corridor of blazing female gazes and barely concealed male envy.

He carried that same composed, easy smile as he fixed his sharp eyes on Mo Fan. "I genuinely admire your courage. With your ability, breaking into Fire Hall's top fifty would've been no issue at all — and yet here you are, stuck with my ranking of one hundred and eleventh. I honestly feel a little bad about that."

"Tell me something," Mo Fan said, completely out of nowhere. "Which of us do you think is better-looking?"

Liu Qian blinked. *What in the—?*

He considered for a moment, then offered diplomatically: "I suppose we each have our own appeal."

"Fake," Mo Fan said flatly.

Liu Qian let out a light laugh. "And if I'd said it was me, you'd call me arrogant."

Mo Fan shook his head. "I called you fake because of your first line — that's what made you sound like someone who just says what people want to hear. As for the looks question: 'each have our own appeal'? I'm in a completely different league and you know it."

The smile on Liu Qian's face froze solid. A thought surfaced: *Is this guy actually out of his mind?!*

Though after a moment's reflection, Liu Qian found it hard to hold it against him entirely. Any man with a shred of pride would feel a twinge of jealousy hearing the whole arena calling out someone else's name.

"I'm done entertaining you," Liu Qian said, his voice dropping cold. The warmth was gone. He wasn't about to keep being gracious to someone this insufferable. "Your arrogance ends here."

Mo Fan stood his ground without a flicker of panic despite his drained Magical Energy, calm and unhurried as he waited for Wei Rong to call the start.

Wei Rong was in no rush. He held off on the signal — call it a quiet gesture of goodwill, giving Mo Fan a few extra moments to recover. No ordinary person could have endured this kind of relentless, back-to-back punishment.

"Qian Kun," White-browed Teacher called over to the Lightning Hall's teacher, who had arrived along with the rest of the curious crowd. "That Lightning Element transfer student of yours is quite a piece of work, isn't he? Did you send him over here on purpose to wreak havoc on our Fire Hall? Because I genuinely can't believe a talent like that would slip through your fingers voluntarily."

"What do you mean, *my* student?" Qian Kun of Lightning Hall raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled.

Wei Rong turned to face him. "He's a transfer student whose second element is Lightning. Who else would he have come from but your hall?"

"I don't know him," Qian Kun said.

"You have so many students — maybe you just don't remember his face?" White-browed Teacher offered with a smile.

"Impossible. Our Lightning Hall doesn't have that many students — I know every single one of them. This kid is not one of mine." Qian Kun was dead serious.

Wei Rong and White-browed Teacher exchanged a baffled glance.

If he hadn't transferred from Lightning Hall, then where in the world had he come from?

"Actually, about this student..." At that moment, Yi Yuquan, the head of the Summoning Element department, appeared to have something to say.