Translator: XephiZ Editor: Aelryinth
Wei Rong looked at Zheng Jiahui, who looked like an army deserter from a war, even if it were only a duel. He always found him to be a nuisance.
If someone were actually trashy in the Fire School, it would definitely be this Zheng Jiahui!
"Let's begin, start the battle now," said Wei Rong impatiently.
Mo Fan stood in front of Zheng Jiahui. He let out a sigh when he saw that the guy almost shrank back completely due to his fear, "What are you afraid of? It was only a show, or something has happened to you in the past, that makes you afraid of dueling."
"No... nothing like that. I'm not afraid of duels. It's just..." stammered Zheng Jiahui.
"Forget it, if you can't cast an Intermediate Spell, use some Basic Spells then. Don't tell me that you can't even align the seven Stars. If you were to defeat me with bare fists, it will be too fake of an act," Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.
