"Ah!"
A scorching fireball appeared in Clive's hand, and he threw it at Zhang Xing's back without hesitation.
That angry and slightly distorted face was released with the release of the fireball. It was no longer so ferocious, but it was replaced by cruelty.
"Even if you don't die from the fire, you'll have to lie in bed for a month!"
The whole class was shocked. Was Young Master Clive crazy?
Didn't he know that fighting was prohibited in the academy?
This was especially true in the classroom, where casting any spell could potentially harm other students.
Those who violated the rules would be severely punished. Fines were one thing, but they would also have to read a letter of self-reflection in front of all the teachers and students. They could even be expelled!
"Zhang Xing, watch out behind you!"
A student shouted in alarm.
Seeing this scene, Solina immediately pushed open the classroom door and wanted to rescue Zhang Xing, but she was 15 or 16 meters away. Even a junior Magic Shooter like her couldn't do anything!
"Zhang Xing, get under the table!"
Solina anxiously gestured at Zhang Xing to press him down.
Just as Clive sneered, the other students were panicking, and the tutor was anxious, a look of disdain flashed across Zhang Xing's small face.
He had noticed the change in the fire magic elements in the air as soon as it happened.
But he didn't expect Clive to really dare to throw a fireball in the classroom.
According to normal logic, a quarrel between two children would basically be a quarrel with all the knowledge they had accumulated over the years.
It was too rare to start a fight without a word.
Zhang Xing didn't know that the nobles' sense of nobility that had been cultivated for thousands of years was so fragile. He hadn't even used a lot of words to curse before the other party collapsed.
Since you made the first move, then I won't be polite.
"Clive, your level-1 Fireball isn't good enough. It's slow, weak, and the fire magic elements aren't pure. What have you been meditating for all these years? Have you been sleeping?"
As he spoke, Zhang Xing stretched out a small index finger. An egg-sized fireball was spinning on his fingertip.
All the students were dumbfounded. They didn't see Zhang Xing do anything.
He didn't even turn his head. He just stretched out his left hand and raised a finger.
Then, Clive's fireball landed lightly on his finger in front of their eyes.
Clive was dumbfounded.
All the students around felt very puzzled. They looked at the fireball with a strange expression.
Ms. Solina, who had just run two steps, was stunned.
However, she quickly reacted and hurriedly said, "Zhang Xing, quickly extinguish the fireball …"
Before she could finish her words, she saw the fireball suddenly disappear from Zhang Xing's finger. Then, she heard Clive's scream and he jumped up.
"Ah!
I'm on fire! Save me! "
Only then did the classmates see a half-foot-long flame burst out of Clive's chest!
With a whoosh, the students around him all left their seats and hid far away.
Clive kept patting his fine silk jacket, his face full of panic and on the verge of tears.
"Quick!
Bring me some water! "
The classmates next to him were shocked. Who was going to get him water?
"Use a book to help him put out the fire!"
A thick elementary magic theory book smashed squarely on Clive's chest, and the flame immediately weakened a lot.
Zhang Xing came up with a bad idea with a serious expression.
Seeing that it was a good idea, the other students threw a dozen books at him.
"You guys … Ouch … I, don't use a book, I want water!"
Clive ignored the fire, beat at the fire, and dodged the books.
How could the students who skimmed their books be as accurate as Zhang Xing? Oh, no!
It should be said that they were more accurate than Zhang Xing. A book hit Clive's face with a crisp sound. Zhang Xing couldn't bear to look at it.
That book weighed at least two kilograms, which was equivalent to two bricks!