From then on, Mo Fan continued his winning streak, and shockwaves from his performance spread rapidly across the academy forums. No one had expected him to be this overwhelming. Now, he was closing in on the Top 100 of the Fire Institute rankings.

  Even the chiefs of other institutes had heard the news. Some ughed it off at first, but after hearing he had already crushed over a thousand Mid-tier mages in a single day, their expressions turned serious. "Dongfang Lie is in trouble" and "The next Chief meeting their is gonna be a new person sitting at the table. Hahahaha"

  “Rank 122, Pei Yufan!”

  By now, even the referee had changed. The sky outside the Magic Battle Hall had already darkened. Ten full hours had passed.

  Most spectators, including the challengers from the Fire Institute, had either left to eat and returned, or were now simply watching history unfold. Some people had hurriedly tried to borrow Focus Magic Tools, but those artifacts were no longer easily obtained. They required wealth, connections, and influence.

  Thanks to Mo Fan’s rampage up the rankings, the price of Focus Magic Tools had skyrocketed overnight.

  Across the arena, Mo Fan stood expressionless.

  From rank 300 until now, he had relied on a simple rotation.

  Shadow interference to destabilize Star Maps.

  Thunderbolt, Yaksha or Exploding Apex to interrupt formations.

  Fierce Fist, Nine Paces or Nine Dragons to finish.

  And if someone truly pushed him, the Snow Frost Star Wolf.

  It had become predictable.

  And yet no one could stop it.

  From rank 300 onward, he had used the Snow Frost Star Wolf multiple times, and every time it appeared, the fight ended within minutes. Its cutting force and momentum were simply too decisive against Mid-tier mages relying on shield tools.

  Everyone had seen it by now. They were analyzing his style in real time, trying to find weaknesses.

  Some challengers had even equipped high-quality Shield Magic Tools and Armor Magic Tools specifically to counter his Fierce Fist.

  It didn’t matter.

  Nine Dragons still shattered them. Lightning Disaster still tore through gaps. Shadow still disrupted their focus. Mo Fan wasn’t overwhelming people through surprise anymore. He was overwhelming them through pure superiority. And that was far more terrifying.

  The referee called again.

  “Rank 122, Pei Yufan!”

  This name caused a noticeable shift in the crowd.

  Top 100 again.

  Now it was serious.

  Mo Fan exhaled slowly.

  His Fire Nebu was partially drained.

  Lightning was steady.

  Shadow was stable.

  Summon only used dimensional summoning so it was basically untouched.

  He rolled his shoulders once.

  Another one was going to bite the dust Wolfie who fought for 45 minutes was still at the top of his game. I mean anything these young mages used was useless it was like Wolfie was part Dragon against these fire mages. Outside of a Dragon's scales are sturdy enough to resist damage from Super Level Magic. This was proven during the attempt to capture the Bck Dragon Emperor when even scores of Super Mages were barely able to survive the battle even with it's fme breath sealed. This was incredibly exciting for Mo Fan although he wasn't pnning to use it often he could technically use Wolfie as a meatshield when Zhao Manyan was either overwhelmed or not present.

  “Rank 156, Pei Yufan!”

  A tall Fire and Earth dual-element Mid-tier Level 2 mage stepped onto the stage, aura steady and controlled. The crowd quieted immediately. Mo Fan didn’t sit this time, but he didn’t advance either. He simply raised a hand and a silver summoning formation unfolded beneath him, frost spilling outward as the Snow Frost Star Wolf descended from the dimensional pne. The temperature in the arena dropped sharply, thin ice spreading across the grass. The wolf had already been manifested for forty-five minutes, yet its presence remained oppressive.

  Pei Yufan wasted no time. “Fierce Fist, Nine Paces!” Nine overpping fire formations detonated forward in rapid succession, explosions compressing into each other to maximize penetration. The wolf did not retreat. It lowered its body and charged straight through the bst radius. Fmes swallowed it whole, shockwaves rolling across the arena, steam erupting violently as fire collided with frost. When the smoke cleared, the wolf was still advancing. Its fur was partially scorched, frost melting into vapor, but its movement had barely slowed. Mid-tier Fire alone could not break its hide.

  Pei Yufan’s expression hardened. He transitioned instantly. “Earth Wave!” Stone pilrs erupted from the ground, attempting to trap and crush the wolf mid-charge. The Snow Frost Star Wolf smmed a paw down and frost surged outward in a circur shock. The stone froze, cracked, and shattered in fragments before the wolf burst through, vanishing briefly into a swirl of condensed mist.

  It reappeared at Pei Yufan’s fnk.

  Boom.

  A cw strike collided with his Shield Magic Tool, the barrier fring bright red from strain. The impact alone pushed him back several meters. Mo Fan finally spoke, calm and almost analytical. “Stack them.”

  Pei Yufan responded instinctively. “Fierce Fist, Nine Dragons!” This time the fmes were denser, compressed with tighter Focus control. Nine bzing streams roared forward simultaneously, converging into a singur destructive burst. The wolf leapt, but two fire dragons clipped its side midair, detonating violently. It nded heavily, sliding across the ice-coated ground and Howled.

  For the first time, it paused.

  The crowd leaned forward.

  Frost began spreading across the scorched patches of fur, thin yers of ice sealing the damage like armor reforming in real time. The wolf rose again, breath steady, eyes colder than before. Stacked Mid-tier spells could tickle it. They could not injure it.

  Pei Yufan’s Nebu flickered from strain. Ten hours into the day, most mages would have colpsed. The wolf, though dimensional and limited in duration, still radiated Commander-tier pressure. Its resistance to elemental magic, especially repetitive Mid-tier Fire, was simply too high.

  Mo Fan stepped forward slightly. “Thunderbolt, Lightning Disaster.” A wide-area lightning strike descended around Pei Yufan, destabilizing his footing and interrupting his attempt to form another Earth defense. The wolf seized the opening instantly. One cw strike shattered the weakened shield. The second sent Pei Yufan flying across the arena floor.

  Silence followed.

  “Pei Yufan… defeated,” the referee decred.

  The crowd erupted in disbelief. Dual-element Mid-tier Level 2. High-grade Shield Magic Tool. Stacked Nine Dragons. It still wasn’t enough. And Mo Fan had barely intervened.

  He rested a hand briefly against the wolf’s neck, calcuting the time remaining before it would return to the summoning pne.

  “You’ll need more than Mid-tier,” he said evenly, looking toward the top 100 section.

  The message was clear.

  And the wolf was still standing.

  The Snow Frost Star Wolf shook once.

  Like something brushing dust off its back.

  It sneezed.

  A wave of frost expanded outward from its body, extinguishing the remaining fire instantly.

  Somewhere in the audience, someone whispered, “That looked like… it tickled.”

  Mo Fan rested a hand briefly against the wolf’s neck, gncing at the sky outside. It had been manifested for nearly an hour now, but its presence still felt untouchable.

  He looked toward the top 100 seats.

  “Next.”

  The Fire Institute finally understood something.

  They weren’t fighting Mo Fan yet.

  They were fighting the thing he summoned.

  And it was ughing.