Dimensional Hunter System

Ch 8: Mystical Magic Academy

The old man laughed as his gaze swept across the alarming gazes around him. Shaking his head, he replied, "Although I came earlier than the rest of you, I didn't take the treasure."

"Is that so?" The man in black rubbed his chin, deep in thought. Then he asked, "Then who took away the treasure?"

"It seems to be people from the Violent Wind Gang." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a broadsword behind his back.

"Violent Wind Gang, hehe, this time they're all dead."

"Vocas?" Landre cut him off and said with a serious face: "When I just arrived, there was an expert who left from here."

Expert?

All the experts around were stunned, the black-clothed man replied with interest, "An expert? How strong was he? Is he stronger than you, Landre?"

"Very strong." Landre was still serious, a tinge of fear appeared in his muddy old eyes. "Even though I didn't see what she looked like clearly, I'm sure that she was a woman."

Everyone furrowed their brows, and Vocas retracted his playful expression. He knew Landre's character. Only when the situation was more serious would he show such an expression. What kind of woman would she be if she could make him feel fear?

.....

_Mystical Magic Academy, a remote courtyard_

Before the sky brightened, a young man named Thomas Gray had already woken up and started cultivating. He clenched his fists and punched the black metal plate in front of him one after another. With every punch, the metal plate would be caved in with a fist mark.

Thomas was not afraid of disturbing others, because he was the only one living there. In such a remote area, no one would care even if he turned the place upside down.

"Bang!"

With a heavy sound, Thomas Gray's fist is deeply embedded into the metal board. His bones seemed to be numb, but the outline of his body was abnormally firm.

"I can't cultivate magic, but I've already tempered by the body to a great extent. I think I should already be comparable to a Level 6 Magic Apprentice, so I can go to the Spell Pavilion to choose a spell." Thomas muttered.

In the morning, the sun was shining down, warming the body.

Thomas walked in the direction of the Spell Pavilion. On the way, he saw those who knew him look at him with interest and all of them whispered to each other.

"Isn't that the Trash Thomas? What is he doing here?"

"Who knows? He seems to be going to the Spell Pavilion! "

"Spell Pavilion? Don't joke with me. He can't cultivate magic at all, he probably won't be able to enter the Spell Pavilion for the rest of his life."

.....

Thomas did not care about the discussions around him, he was already used to them. Soon, he arrived at the Spell Pavilion. At the same time, the surrounding crowd all felt astonished.

What was going on? Could it be that he didn't know that only Magic Apprentices at the Sixth Level could enter the Spell Pavilion?

The Spell Pavilion had a total of three floors. From its appearance, it looked simple and solemn. This kind of important place was naturally guarded by the elders of the Mystical Magic Academy.

"I can finally enter." Thomas took a deep breath, and under the confused gazes of many people, he walked towards the Spell Pavilion.

Just as he was about to step into the doorway, an unfriendly figure stopped him, "Yo, Trash, why are you here too?"

The person who stopped Thomas was a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a smug face. Thomas recognized this person. This person's name was Matt Daras and he was also a Level 6 Magic Apprentice.

Thomas glanced at him but did not bother with him anymore, and started to walk towards his side. However, Matt also followed suit and blocked his path again.

"Hehe, Trash, you still haven't answered me?"

"Scram." Thomas spat out two words clearly.

"What did you say?" Matt's expression immediately darkened as he glared fiercely at the other party. "If you have the ability, can you say that word again? Didn't you get beaten up enough by me a few days ago?"

The conflict between the two had already attracted quite a bit of attention. A few busybodies came to watch.

Thomas wasn't scared, he looked straight at his opponent, his throat moving up and down as he said a simple word, "Scram!"

Hiss!

Quite a number of people let out a soft hiss. Just what was going on?

The trash that was normally a bystander had become so sharp today!

Some of the Magic Apprentices, who were eager to stir up trouble, started to laugh and fan the flames.

"Haha, Matt, even a trash dares to talk to you like that. You've really fallen to this stage."

"Yeah, you are too embarrassing. You might as well just listen to him!"

"Hurry up and get out of the way! Haha."

.....

"All of you?"

Matt's face became uglier and uglier. Feeling that his face had been swept away, he glared at Thomas and bellowed loudly, "Trash, I'm afraid your bones are itchy. If you can take three of my moves, I'll immediately get out of your way."

"If you can take one of my blows, I'll turn around and leave."

Thomas Gray's words caused an uproar among the entire audience. All of their faces revealed looks of contempt and disdain, and the mockery on their faces became even more intense.

"Haha, I didn't hear wrong, right? These are the words that the trash has said."

"Matt, show him some strength."

"Hur! Hur!" Matt also laughed from his extreme anger. With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he raised his fist and punched towards Thomas's face, saying, "I'll not use magic. Trash like you is not worthy for me to use magic. I will use my fist to beat you up. I would like to see how you will make me scram."

Matt's punch was extremely fast and carried a sharp wind. Many people in the crowd nodded in agreement. With this punch, he could probably knock down Thomas to the ground.

When everyone thought that Thomas was going to suffer a hellish pain, they only saw him clenching his fists calmly.

"BOOM!"

Their fists struck each other with a loud sound.

"Ka-cha!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking pierced everyone's eardrums. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Matt's body flew backward without any warning. His expression changed from vicious to pained to incredulous.

"AHH!"

"My hand, my hand is broken."

Bang!

Matt fell heavily at the entrance of the Spell Pavilion, almost crashing through the windows. As for his left hand, it was holding onto his right hand. It was trembling uncontrollably and protruding outwards, appearing as if it was fractured.

"My hand, quickly take me to see Ninth Elder, my hand."

Hearing Matt's painful howl, everyone slowly came to their senses. The scene before their eyes was too unbelievable. Matt, who was at the Sixth Level of Magic Apprentice, truly could not withstand a single move from Thomas, a trash.

The surrounding atmosphere fell into silence.

At this time, Thomas turned around and coldly stared at a young man with ordinary features, and asked in a cold tone: "Was it you who called me Trash just now?"

"Me?" The man's expression changed. When he saw that cold gaze, he could not help but shiver.

Seeing his frightened expression, Thomas didn't bother with him or anyone else and walked into the Spell Pavilion.

The crowd standing at the door looked at each other in dismay. Their gazes shifted between the ordinary-looking man and Matt, who was sitting on the ground while groaning in pain. At this moment, they also experienced the feeling of humiliation.

Those who kill will always be killed. Those who disgrace others will be disgraced!

Entering the Spell Pavilion, Thomas Gray took a deep breath. He knew the reason why he won the previous fight. It is because Matt was too arrogant. He underestimated him and didn't use magic. If Matt had used magic and then attacked him, it would be Thomas at Matt's place, groaning in pain and enduring the mocking gazes of so many people.

After all, although Thomas has already trained his body to the point where he could face a Magic Apprentice at Level Six, it doesn't mean he is invincible.

Even a Level 4 Magic Apprentice can defeat him from a distance if they used magic to attack.

The Spell Pavilion took up a huge amount of space. On one counter after another, there were all sorts of Spell Scrolls. The scattered young men all picked their own techniques. Thomas Gray, who was here for the first time, was actually at a loss as to where to start.

He knew the rules of the Spell Pavilion.

Spell Pavilion has three floors. Magic Apprentices could only stay on the first floor.