"Ah! This madman, he doesn't want to live anymore! Even if he's injured, he still wants to attack Joelson!"

Waves of exclamations sounded.

Joelson's expression was still calm as he slightly clenched his five fingers.

The five fire pythons instantly gathered into a huge super fire python.

In an instant, it caught up with Hawthorne and completely engulfed him in the flames.

In the next moment, Joelson waved his hand and dispersed the flames.

A charred figure half-knelt on the ground with a sword in one hand, his blood-red eyes staring at Joelson.

Humiliation, resentment, anger, and a trace of deep fear hidden in his eyes.

The whole place was dead silent.

No one knew who was the first to cheer, but the crowd suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

"Well done, Joelson!"

"As expected of the number one genius of our Tulip Magic Academy!"

"See? Knight Academy, here is the number one genius of our Tulip Magic Academy. Your genius is nothing!"

Joelson stood quietly on the spot. From the beginning until now, he had not moved a single step.

Everyone's gaze towards Joelson was almost fanatical.

Elegant, calm, relaxed, in control of everything!

This was a mage!

This was a battle style that belonged to a mage!

The first seat of the Tulip Academy of Magic!

The return of the King!

No one paid any attention to Hawthorne.

Because at this time, Joelson and Don Quixote looked at each other in silence. Both of them could see the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Engel, whose face was very ugly, and Tang Man, whose face was full of smiles, walked up at the same time.

One of them went forward to help Hawthorne, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and another quickly walked up to Joelson.

"Joelson, where have you been these two days?"

Joelson explained with a smile, "I had a small breakthrough and forgot about the time. I rushed here as soon as I came out."

Tang Man nodded in complete trust. Looking at Joelson, he was full of joy for the first seat of the Tulip Academy.

He had already seen that Joelson had advanced to a fifth-rank mage.

And Joelson was only sixteen years old!

Tang Man really wanted to laugh in front of his old friend, Engel.

"Tang Man, I didn't miss today's exchange match, did I?" Joelson asked humbly and politely.

Tang Man was even more appreciative of Joelson's gaze. He said with certainty, "Of course not. You've already won the first match on behalf of the Tulip Academy."

If Joelson still hadn't shown up today, Tang Man had originally planned to send out those old students with the strength of a sixth rank mage to participate in the battle.

But if that was the case, even if he won, it wasn't worth being proud of.

Hearing Tang man's words, the corners of Engel's mouth involuntarily twitched slightly.

But he had no reason to refute.

Hawthorne, who was ranked third in strength, was about to be roasted by Joelson, what else was there to say.

"Then, Tang Man," Joelson said very naturally, "Please let me participate in the next competition."

"That's great!"

"Agree, Tang Man!"

"That's right! Joelson is the first chief and most qualified to represent Tulip Magic Academy!"

Cheers rang out.

The students of Tulip Magic Academy revealed hopeful smiles once again.

With Joelson around, there was hope for victory.

Don Quixote was indeed very strong, but Joelson was also so strong that it was terrifying.

Hawthorne, a powerful tier 5 knight, could even withstand a single spell from Joelson. This was really exciting!

"This is against the rules," Engel could not help but say.

Tang Man sneered and replied, "You can choose to do the same."

Engel's mouth, which was originally open, instantly closed, not knowing what to say.

For some reason, he felt a sense of danger when he saw Joelson.

He was a 16-year-old fifth-rank mage!

He was no weaker than Don Quixote!

More importantly, Joelson had crushed Hawthorne the moment he appeared.

This proved that he was not only a fifth-rank mage but also had the combat power that matched his own realm.

This kind of genius was the most terrifying, a battle-type genius!

"Let me do it!" The tall, blonde female knight took the initiative to stand out. Her eyes were fixed on Joelson, full of fighting spirit.

"You wait." Joelson suddenly said.

Stephanie snorted coldly and said, "You're not afraid of women, are you?"

Joelson smiled and shook his head. He turned his head to look at Don Quixote, then looked past him to the Mage Tower's magic light screen ranking behind him.

"I need to take care of a small matter first."

After saying that, Joelson tidied up his mage robe and walked into the magic light door under everyone's gaze.

The students of the Tulip Magic Academy were stunned at first, then revealed excited and happy expressions.

Joelson wanted to challenge the Mage Tower again? Was it because of Don Quixote's fierce performance before?

Or because...

Princess Dayshannon?!

By this time Dayshannon had completely ignored Don Quixote's existence, and after the appearance of Joelson, all her attention was on him.

Anyone can see the importance that Princess Dayshannon attached to Joelson.

He thought of the dance that the princess had asked him to dance at his royal dinner.

Everything was obvious.

Princess Dayshannon was indeed full of love for him.

If it were any other time, the students might even be envious, dissatisfied, and jealous of him for capturing Princess Dayshannon's heart.

However, since the arrival of the students from the Knight Academy and the existence of Don Quixote, they felt that Princess Dayshannon was good with him.

At the very least, their goddess had fallen in love with a noble and powerful mage and was not kidnapped by an annoying knight.

Five minutes after Joelson entered the Mage Tower, his name on the magic screen began to rise.

Forty-seven floors, forty-eight floors, forty-nine floors, fifty floors...

Everyone watched in horror.

This speed.

Did Joelson push all the way up?!

Could it be that the elemental magic beasts in the Mage Tower were no longer a threat to him?!

Even Don Quixote's gaze slowly turned solemn.

He had only broken through the fiftieth floor twice, while Joelson had passed it in one go.

At this moment, the fifty-fourth floor had passed.

Dayshannon clenched her small white fists tightly, her beautiful face revealing a faint look of anticipation and excitement.

Then she took a special look at Don Quixote and gave a very proud snort.

The meaning of the words was obvious.

Joelson, is better than you!