Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

It was quite inconsistent with his usually low-profile style.

The shock produced by such a great contrast was even more intense.

The stronger the shock, the more the watching wizards could feel Link’s strength.

On the ground, near death, was a First Level Pure Blood Wizard, not just an unimportant character.

He was Scott Colonna, the younger brother of Tiffany Colonna, the last president of the “Pure Blood Will,” from a family no less prestigious than the Lionel Family.

Among the more than four hundred wizards studying in the senior division, he held a real sixth place in overall ranking, having achieved ten consecutive victories in witchcraft combat lessons multiple times.

His witchcraft combat strength alone could place him among the top five, even top three powerful figures.

Such person couldn’t withstand Link’s attack for even 2 seconds

The dozens of First Level Wizards listed in the top thirty didn’t even fully understand:

How Link disrupted Scott Colonna’s thoughts,

What were his quick and unnoticeable advances,

How he could swing a punch and a kick that were more terrifying than a First Level Body-refining wizard,

How he was able to neatly win the sudden duel.

From this, it is clear that Link’s battle power has far exceeded theirs, becoming a unique existence.

Therefore, when Link called them with disdain as “chickens and dogs,” they didn’t feel much.

Even vaguely felt that if Link didn’t keep such a low profile on a daily basis,

Other than admiring his academic achievements and talent for potion study,

Other aspects, such as combat capabilities, were underestimated by everyone. Scott Colonna would never impulsively challenge.

Scott’s defeat was deserved.

“You… you were a bit too ruthless.”

On the stage, the Pure Blood Wizard among the three senior second-level wizards responsible for the team leader selection was the first to react.

He got to Scott, who was vomiting blood and his face pale as paper, checked his injuries, found mainly skeletal fractures and visceral injuries, besides the constant loss of vitality, there were no other issues, which wouldn’t impact his continued practice.

With the academy’s accomplishments in extraordinary medic, there was no need to send him to the “hospital.” As long as he was sent to the “Clinic” of the senior division, he would be cured in a few days.

Guaranteed that he would be bouncing with life when he came out, despite being at his last gasp when sent in.

The Pure Blood Wizard summoned the intelligent puppet, arranged the transport of the injured, and then got up and looked at Link. He swallowed his harsh words and gave a lukewarm reproval.

Such genius, such a hardened man, still, it is better with peace.

Link spread his hands innocently: “Who knew he was so weak and unaccustomed to fighting. If I hadn’t controlled my power, he would’ve been dead. For this, he needs to thank me!”

The Pure Blood Wizard shook his head and didn’t delve into the matter further, turned and went back onto the stage.

He knew that Link Grande was intentionally using Scott Colonna to establish authority, to avoid further trouble from becoming the team leader.

He also vaguely guessed that Scott, who had no insight, had become the punching bag for Link.

Who wouldn’t be angry if their well prepared potion shop was about to open for big business, but had to abandon their foundation to flee from disaster?

Could only sigh that Scott was asking for trouble, drawing the fire of the wrong person.

What else could be done?

To stand up for Scott?

Forget it, he wasn’t Colonna, but a Percival.

“Link, you can go.”

Karim Usman, who had been entertained by the show, spoke up, not wanting the atmosphere to continue to tense, he wanted to push forward the team leader selection work, “The details, procedures, schedules, responsibilities, rights, and benefits of the team leader, I will send them all to you later.”

“Okay.”

Link agreed.

This face had to be given.

He was after all the oldest in the same camp, and took very good care of him.

After looking around at the dozen or so First Level Wizards in the field, making eye contact with each of them for one or two seconds, Link lastly glanced significantly at Hawk and Bobby in the corner, retracted his Battle Armor form, and turned to walk towards the “Phantom Coupe”.

“Link, you were so cool just now!”

As soon as he opened the car door, Elise, still tasting of tea, praised him in her sickeningly sweet voice.

“Yuck! Aren’t you disgusting,” Jasmine, who was snatched first, immediately glared at Elise, “Behave yourself, girl, he doesn’t fall for your tricks. It doesn’t matter if you disgust him, but don’t disgust me.”

Link directly ignored the two girls, who seemed to have gone slightly berserk, sat down, immediately started the “Phantom Coupe,” and quickly left Central Square.

Well…

Elise, a violent maniac, a study slacker, didn’t make it into the top thirty, didn’t meet the initial screening standard.

Without even asking, he knew, she came to Central Square purely because she saw Link’s car, and specially came over to monitor Jasmine.

Force is mutual.

Big Brother. Surveillance is the same.

Jasmine is watching Elise, so Elise can in turn watch Jasmine.

In any case, no one would be able to take any advantage sneakily!

The “Phantom Coupe” dashed all the way and left the Senior Division.

The team leader selection was at this time back to its normal rhythm under the push of the three Senior Second-Level Wizards.

However, the atmosphere was somewhat tainted.

Having tasted luxurious foods, even though some people love radishes and cabbages, the flavor was still somewhat bland.

Having witnessed Link’s rapid strike that was as calm as a maiden and swift like a rabbit, resulting in an instantaneous victory.

The vibrant witchcraft battle on the stage felt like child’s play.