Carl's originally delicate face was punched a few times. The academy prohibited private fights with staves, but it did not prohibit the use of physical force. This also made Carl, who was not good at fighting, especially at a disadvantage.
He wiped away the blood on his face, gritted his teeth, and insisted, "I can't give you this mission book."
"Coward, aren't you just afraid of being thrown into the Dark Forest?" Miller said mockingly, "So what if a coward like you accepts the mission? Do you think you can get the mission reward? This quest was to go deep into the Dark Forest. Don't be scared, you know."
"That's right. Our boss is doing this for your own good, and you still don't appreciate it." A lackey chimed in, "With your strength, you'll definitely be judged as a failure if you accept the mission. It would be better to give the quest book to our boss earlier so that everyone can save some time."
"Don't be ungrateful. If you hand over the mission book now, our boss might even give you some alchemy materials if he's in a good mood." A one-eyed man narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't know what's good for you, our boss has ways to make you unable to complete the mission."
Michael had long heard of these people but didn't expect them to be such uncivilized bullies.
Although it was indeed a little difficult to go to the Dark Forest to complete the mission, Michael could not help but walk up to Carl when he thought about how these people were bullying him. He said in a deep voice, "Who said he couldn't complete the mission?"
Everyone was shocked when they saw Michael suddenly attack.
So who exactly was this Michael? How dare he interfere in the affairs of a low-level magus?
The mage apprentices, who were watching from the side, started whispering among themselves. Some cheered for Michael's heroic act, while others thought that Michael was overestimating himself.
"Hey, I've heard of this apprentice. I heard he's very talented, but unfortunately, he's only a beginner apprentice. "He definitely can't beat Miller."
"If I offend Miller, I'll definitely be pestered my whole life," another female apprentice said regretfully.
This was also one of the reasons why no one cared about Miller's matter. Miller was a petty person. He would cling to others and constantly cause trouble for them. Even though many mages would avoid him, Miller became increasingly arrogant in the academy.
"Tsk, who are you? Why are you meddling in my business?" Miller looked at Michael indifferently.
"What kind of blind thing dares to scam our boss?" Miller's underling continued, "Let me tell you, we all know the magisters in this academy, but we've never seen someone like you. A mage apprentice dares to go against our boss? I think you're the old man hanging himself. You don't want to live, do you?"
"Exactly. Our boss is an existence that even mages don't dare to offend. I advise you to be sensible." The one-eyed man said, "Kneel and apologize to our boss now. Maybe he will be magnanimous and let you go. Otherwise, we have plenty of ways to make it impossible for you to survive in the academy."
"Oh?" Just you guys. "Michael suppressed the anger in his heart, thinking that he could use these few people to test the strengthening of his body after leveling up. "I'm afraid you guys don't have the strength to stop me from surviving."
"If you don't get lost, I don't know who will apologize later." Michael mobilized the mana around him, and the aura of a Tier 3 Mage Instructor spread out in all directions, giving everyone present a sense of pressure.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Could Michael have already become a mage? With his talent, he might really be able to beat Miller.
All the apprentices present had been bullied by Miller before. Now that they saw someone who could teach Miller a lesson, they all looked at Michael with anticipation.
Miller naturally felt this pressure as well, but he thought that the other party was, at most, a beginner apprentice like him. No matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to level up higher than himself in a short period of time. In addition, he had two advanced apprentices as his lackeys. No matter how powerful he was, fighting against four hands with two fists would be difficult. He would still win.
Thinking up to this point, Miller also released his own magic power to fight against Michael. "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're a mage."
Miller gave a slight signal, and the one-eyed man beside him suddenly made his move. He flashed in front of Michael and wanted to punch him.
Slap!
Michael raised his hand. This simple action was beyond everyone's comprehension. His speed was simply too fast. Before the acolytes could even react, they saw the one-eyed man fly out with a blur and fall heavily at Miller's feet.
Michael didn't even move. The one-eyed man crawled up from the ground, his eyes filled with fear. He didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
It was too fast, so fast that the one-eyed Jack was sent flying before he could even make a sound. He could feel that the other party had not used his full strength. Otherwise, he might have been killed on the spot.
"I hate trouble the most." Michael frowned. "You're no match for me. The academy forbids killing. I don't want to break the rules because of you."
"Is that so?" Seeing his underling being defeated, Miller was also furious. He had never been slapped in the face like this before. If he admitted defeat like this, how would he be able to survive in the academy?
As he spoke, he roared, "All of you, attack together!"
As he spoke, he gathered magic power in his hand and attacked Michael with the wind.
The magic power of a mage was strengthened, and it could even give a mage's punch the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Miller had obviously used a killer move.
Now that Miller was using it with aggro, its power had increased to another level; however, before Miller could even reach Michael, a powerful magic power swept up the dust in front of him.
The mage apprentices who were watching the battle from the side quickly walked away to avoid being affected by the battle between the gods.
There were even people who were betting on who would win this battle, Miller or Michael. Most people were on Miller's side.
"Michael is still too kind. If only he had crippled Miller's underling." Someone sighed and said, "Miller's underlings are also very difficult to deal with."
"How troublesome." Michael sighed and casually raised his staff. Although they could not use spells to attack, the academy did not prohibit the use of staffs as weapons.
As soon as he took out his high-level staff, the threat of mana had already spread out, followed by a rain of attacks.
Miller's pupils dilated when he saw the staff coming at him. He wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be frozen in place.
After a few muffled sounds of weapons colliding with flesh, bright red flowers bloomed on Miller and the others.