How many first-tier beginner-level spells can a mid-level mage unleash? Let's dive into the math.
A peak beginner-level mage can unleash fifteen such spells. Upon breaking through to mid-level, magical energy increases tenfold.
So a standard first-tier mid-level mage can unleash 150 first-tier beginner-level spells. Seems like a lot, but first-tier is hardly used as it's too weak.
To use second-tier beginner-level already costs twice the energy. So a first-tier mid-level mage can unleash 75 such spells. And third-tier ones, only 37.
Mid-level spells cost ten times more. So a first-tier mid-level mage can unleash that mid-level magic about four times.
To all the spectators, I first spent a quarter of my reserve on Luo Song. And since students lacked the magical sensitivity of High-level teachers, they thought I was using third-tier beginner-level.
In their view, I'd last for fewer than thirty such spells and burn out without reaching the remaining 38 to a hundred.
When actually, I'm a second-tier mid-level mage, and all my ice element stars were enhanced by souls first of Servants, then Pack Leaders, giving me a reserve like a fourth-tier mid-level mage. Plus, I'm hitting with first-tier beginner-level, not third.
In the end, on Luo Song, I spent only one-fifteenth of my reserve. And if I keep spending one first-tier beginner-level spell per person, my reserve empties only after another 560 opponents. In short, these guys were way off on my endurance.
So the shrewdest in the queue pushed others ahead to drain my stamina. They themselves didn't want to go yet; the casting speed I showed was too fast for them, and they knew they couldn't do anything.
After I defeated ten people with one spell each, light smiles appeared on their faces.
After twenty defeated, their smiles turned to anticipatory grins.
And after thirty defeated, these "shrewd" ones began fighting for queue position. Funny that none recalled I'm a summoning element mage fighting solo...
But then a funny mishap happened. As soon as the guy who won the shoving at the arena entrance stood before me, anticipating easy victory, I simply froze him like the previous thirty. Or rather, "froze."
The judge no longer dozed but diligently raised shields after his first negligence. He tried so hard that sweat beaded on his forehead. Even for a High-level mage, unleashing mid-level magic at 0.3 seconds is their peak.
Good thing they assigned an experienced mage as judge; a less experienced one would have to be shamefully replaced. But even this experienced guy won't last till my 200-mage win. Not enough magical energy.
As I sense, he's only first-tier High-level and can unleash just 120 first-tier mid-level spells. And he's already spent on other duels before my turn.
The "shrewd" ones scratched their heads and figured they miscalculated a bit. Next mage came out. Then another. And another...
Only when the info board hit the coveted 100 did they snap out of it and stare at me in confusion, wondering where they erred. Somewhere in the background, Ai Tutu was already celebrating my victory.
"What? Who said I'm first-tier mid-level?" I even asked without mockery in my tone. These "armchair" analysts amused me with their whispers and arguments; no need to mock them.
After my question, it was like enlightenment. Huddling in a circle, they argued and calculated, and after three minutes, dispersed and looked at me superiorly. Naive Chinese youths.
By their new math, I'd last max thirty more, then their victory triumphs. Well, good luck to them. Their cunning plans even play into my hands, as they lure people into my cage themselves.
Battles continued. I kept "freezing" opponents. The shrewd ones kept widening their smiles as the board number grew. And the judge's forehead sweated harder. Idyll.
When the board hit 130, a new leader of the "shrewd" stepped onto the arena. He didn't differ from the previous and wore the same arrogant smile. Wonder if they can learn from others' mistakes at all?
When their new leader was "frozen" just as quickly as the last, the "shrewd" looked at me with downright childish offense. Their eyes screamed, "We calculated everything. You should've lost already. Why haven't you?" Just kittens. How can you be mad at them?
When the deputy leader of the "shrewd," with ram-like stubbornness, headed to the arena, the seventh-sweating judge pleadingly eyed Director Xiao. His eyes said, "Boss, what did I do to you? Because I didn't chip in for your anniversary?"
"Khm." Director Xiao, with his eyebrow twitching for the third time today, coughed into the mic to draw attention.
"I ask you to rationally assess your strength. The board is at 131. And I remind you, if it reaches 200, first-years of all faculties lose their resources." Director Xiao's words awakened the students from slumber.
Glancing first at the board, then at the unexhausted me, students began worrying hard for their resources. Even Mo Fan in the hall got nervous and ran to join the queue. He really didn't want to lose resources.
While first-years clamored and rearranged the arena queue, one exhausted judge quietly swapped with his colleague in the same uniform. Inattentive students wouldn't notice the difference.
"Director Xiao! Why tip them off!? Aren't you supposed to side with the oppressed!?" With my whole demeanor, I showed I considered myself the oppressed.
"I demand compensation!" After this demand, Director Xiao's eyebrow twitched for the fourth time today. Wonder if I can induce a nervous tic in him just by showing up in the future?
"And what do you want?" He eyed me skeptically.
"Six months of cultivation in the Three-Step Tower should suffice." After my confidently stated words with innocent eyes, Director Xiao choked, adding to my mental collection of his reactions.
Wonder how many such reactions I can get from him today? As if hearing my thoughts, Director Xiao's eyebrow twitched again.
Teasing such a strong mage with impunity turns out to be really fun.