Ascension To Divine Throne - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: “Flame Of Judgement” Apollo Stephens
Chapter 102: “Flame Of Judgement” Apollo Stephens

At the Fis Royal Magic Academy, within the Academy Dueling Arena.

Josef and Odysseus were liberally casting various high-level spells, yet their feet remained where they had started, unmoved.

To them, even though they were a bit heated, they weren’t at the point of fighting to the death. Their battle was primarily a display of direct magical assaults, aiming to overpower the other.

Despite being an arcanist with a wide array of methods at his disposal, Josef, with his luxurious magical equipment, was able to stand on equal footing with Odysseus for the time being, not at all inferior.

However, to the observing students, with their level of insight, they couldn’t discern the intricacies of the duel, only marveling at the powerful abilities and skillful techniques of the two.

“Weren’t these two always quite amiable? Why have they suddenly gone all out against each other?”

The students watched intently, discussing among friends.

“Didn’t you hear? They seem to be fighting over a student named William!”

“What kind of genius is this William, to have startled such distinguished individuals into competing for him?”

“Indeed, one is the academy’s vice dean and the other a master of magic runes!”

“I wish they would take me as their disciple too; then breaking through to the silver level would surely be no problem.”

“Stop dreaming. By the way, do you know this William person? Must be a student of the academy, right?”

“No idea, never heard of a genius named William before.”

Perhaps due to William’s low profile or perceived as lacking talent, no one considered that the disciple Josef and Odysseus were fighting over was the inconspicuous Viscount William Cain.

As the sparks between Josef and Odysseus grew more intense, the protective barrier that had lit up around the dueling arena suddenly flickered and disappeared, along with the high-level spells they had just cast.

What?! This unexpected turn of events caught Josef and Odysseus off guard, making them halt their spells and look around cautiously.

The students in the stands also turned pale, the terrifying feeling of a giant fireball and wind blades nearly hitting them as the protective barrier vanished, instilling a fear of death.

Just as they were about to inquire what had happened, all the students’ figures flickered and vanished from the stands.

When they recovered from the disorientation of teleportation, they found themselves in front of the academy’s main gate plaza.

All the teleported individuals looked at each other in bewilderment, and passersby curiously stared at the large group of students who had suddenly appeared.

Was this a mass teleportation that brought us here?

Such an extravagant act, who could it be?

Some were still in shock, disheveled by the wind.

Others seemed to have realized something and frantically turned to head back towards the Academy Dueling Arena.

Josef and Odysseus, seeing all the students around them vanish, also showed signs of shock.

Could it be this serious?

As they were beginning to question what had happened, a gentle voice sounded in their ears.

“It’s been a long time, Odysseus.”

“Why are you fighting with someone?”

That voice!

Hearing this familiar voice, Odysseus’s expression turned solemn, and he showed respect.

Josef, on the other hand, was somewhat puzzled; he didn’t recognize the voice, but he inferred that the speaker was no ordinary person.

A figure in a black mage robe appeared in front of them, a young and handsome face wearing a faint smile.

“Dean!”

Upon seeing the young man, Odysseus immediately greeted him respectfully and signaled to Josef, who was standing by his side, to do the same.

This was none other than the head of the Fis Royal Magic Academy, the legendary mage, Apollo Stephens!

Josef, realizing who was standing before him, quickly followed Odysseus in greeting.

He had joined the Fis Royal Magic Academy only ten years ago, and by the time he enrolled, the head of the academy had already embarked on a journey. Therefore, he had not met the kingdom’s foremost public figure and the only legendary mage.

However, upon seeing Apollo, Josef felt a sense of awe, realizing the rare opportunity to meet this legendary figure, and any animosity he felt from his altercation with Odysseus dissipated.

This was the leader of the Fis Royal Mage Corps, the head of the Fis Royal Magic Academy, a legendary mage, the pinnacle of mages, “Flame of Judgment” Lord Apollo Stephens.

He was one of the reasons Josef chose to join the Fis Royal Magic Academy. Although the academy provided him with abundant resources, as a Master of Magic Runes, he could receive similar treatment elsewhere.

But this place was different. Although he had traveled to many countries on the Fanor continent, the only legendary mage who often appeared was Lord “Flame of Judgment.”

The opportunity to receive guidance from a legendary mage was one of Yousef’s conditions for joining the academy.

Apollo slightly tilted his head, acknowledging Josef, and said, “Josef, right? Impressive achievement, reaching the level of a senior rune master at such a young age. Keep up the good work.”

“I’ll be around the academy for a while, feel free to seek me out.”

Josef was very excited, not minding being called a young man.

After all, every life that breaks through to the legendary level sees a significant extension of their lifespan, at least around five hundred years. Besides, legendary beings have various means to extend their life.

So, despite Apollo’s youthful appearance, his actual age was definitely much older than Josef, who was only fifty.

Josef promptly bowed again, respectfully saying, “Thank you for your generosity, Lord Stephens!”

Apollo turned to look at Odysseus, with a hint of amusement asking:

“So what’s going on with you, Odysseus?”

“I come back to find you dueling with Josef. Are you, the vice dean, really that free?”

Odysseus was quite familiar with the head of the academy, having handled most of the academy’s affairs in his absence, and knew that Apollo was jesting.

“Nothing much, just practicing with Josef because my hands were getting stiff.”

“Oh?”

Seeing Odysseus trying to hide something, Apollo’s smile grew wider, and he turned to look at Josef asking:

“What do you say, Josef? What was the reason?”

“Yes, Lord Stephens.”

Josef straightened up, pointing at Odysseus and indignantly saying:

“This vice dean insists on stealing my disciple. It’s too much.”

Odysseus offered a series of defenses, bowing his head and ignoring Yousef’s accusation.

“Is that so?”

Apollo stroked his chin, becoming interested.

“What kind of talent would cause a vice dean and a master of magic runes to compete? I’m very curious, Odysseus!”