Before Lu Wenwu could say anything, Isidro grabbed his magic staff to teach the guy in front of him, who didn't know his limits and was spouting nonsense, a harsh lesson.
Luckily, Goodell quickly reacted and stopped him.
"What's wrong with you, man?"
Lu Wenwu had a look on his face as if he was seeing an idiot, his eyes full of confusion.
This duel challenge was just as abstract as the Divine King's gamble.
"You, held back two years, always at the bottom of the class; I, have been at the top of the Magic Academy's lower years since enrolling, do we even need to compare?"
"Although I don't consider myself a magic or arcane genius, any clear-eyed person should be able to see who has the higher talent, right? Besides, even if I only occasionally attend arcane classes as a listener, my grades aren't bad!"
"Pfft..."
Someone couldn't hold it in anymore, laughing from a shadowy corner.
