Chapter 82

At the beginning, the black-clothed man was so confident that he thought he could instantly kill Long Yi with his own strength. In fact, Long Yi also understood the black-clothed man's thoughts. Even as a spy, he had completely infiltrated the core of the White Dragon Empire's Magic Research Institute, earning the admiration of thousands. However, during the most critical mission, he was thwarted by Long Yi, a big, clumsy blacksmith's son who had appeared out of nowhere. Not only did he fail to complete the mission, but he also lost a leg in the process, barely managing to escape. Even Long Yi would find it hard to tolerate such a situation, so the black-clothed man used some mysterious means before escaping to try to kill Long Yi out of anger.

Theoretically, this shouldn't have been a problem. And according to normal logic, Long Yi should have been dead and the black-clothed man should have been on the run by now.

However, now, Long Yi was still alive, with the only loss being a set of clothes, while the black-clothed man might not even live to see tomorrow. The reason the black-clothed man did not directly summon a black dragon to fight was, on one hand, because he was confident in his own strength, and on the other hand, black dragons were strictly regulated in the White Dragon Empire. Any black dragon in the White Dragon Empire had to be registered, and without special permission, no private activities were allowed.

Sure enough, several giant dragons rose into the air from the academy city, heading straight for the direction the black dragon had fled.

Then, two more massive dragon shadows rose into the air, heading straight for Long Yi.

Boom!

The first black dragon shadow landed, and amidst the dust, it was the black dragon Tiel.

"Kid, are you okay?"

Tiel looked at Long Yi with a smile. Although the surroundings were in disarray, Long Yi was still alive, which basically meant he was "okay."

The second dragon shadow disappeared in the air, and then an old man slowly descended from the sky.

With white hair and a gray robe, it was the dean of the Dragon Knight Academy, who looked like Gandalf.

"Did you sense the appearance of the black dragon just now?"

The dean looked at Tiel and asked, his eyes filled with caution.

"Hehe, I have a good relationship with this young man. Don't jump to conclusions. If it weren't for my roar, I think this young man would have been in big trouble."

Tiel smiled at the dean and patiently explained.

The dean nodded. He understood very well that with Tiel's strength, even if he himself had personally intervened, he might not have been able to gain the upper hand. If this matter had anything to do with Tiel, Long Yi would have been reduced to nothing in an instant.

"Do you know about the spy incident?"

The dean asked.

"No, you witnessed my oath back then. I absolutely cannot do anything that harms the interests of the White Dragon Empire. If you don't trust me, do you not trust your own eyes?"

Tiel still smiled, showing no trace of his former awe-inspiring presence.

"I trust you, but you know I have to ask."

The dean said.

"Yes, I understand, I get it."

After saying that, Tiel smiled, turned around, and transformed into a black mist, disappearing in an instant.

The dean watched the black mist dissipate, a mysterious wave sweeping over the surroundings, but found nothing. Only then did he turn his gaze to Long Yi.

"Can you keep today's incident confidential for me and for this empire?" the dean asked, his tone not one of command but of request.

"You mean the incident where I was attacked by a spy from the Royal Magic Research Institute of the Black Dragon Empire, which I suddenly forgot about?"

Long Yi asked with a smile.

The dean was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. "Yes, that's the one."

Long Yi suddenly looked puzzled. "Which one?"

The dean shook his head and turned to examine the scene.

"This person was very strong, almost having two dragon marks. I'm curious, how did you defeat him?" the dean asked as he walked.

"A combination of luck and strength. I was very lucky. I learned to cast a spell from him, and it triggered a double-casting effect twice. As a result, his spell level was suppressed to a very low position, while I had a talent that could double my fighting spirit for a short time. So, while his black dragon was still asleep, I gave him a powerful punch. Then, when his black dragon woke up, I had to kick him. I don't know if he died or not."

Long Yi explained simply.

The dean listened, thinking carefully, and tried to reconstruct the scene based on his understanding. However, there were still some things that were hard to explain. What puzzled him the most was how Long Yi had learned to cast the dark binding spell, which suppressed the other person's strength.

While it was puzzling that Long Yi could learn a spell in a short time, it was not impossible. However, with Long Yi's level 9 spellcasting ability, how could he have suppressed the other person's spell to a level 10 or higher?

"Long Yi, watch this spell!"

The dean said, suddenly casting a small ball of light at Long Yi.

"Light Binding!"

The light ball flew far and hit Long Yi, transforming into a circular cage of light. Long Yi immediately felt his spellcasting become sluggish. He touched the cage, which was incredibly sturdy, far surpassing steel.

"Now, try it on me." The cage disappeared, and the dean said to Long Yi.

Long Yi nodded, carefully feeling the state of the light binding, then raised his hand.

"Light Binding!"

His clumsy dragon language, with no flow of magic.

"Wait a moment!"

Long Yi suddenly raised his hand, thinking carefully and making some mysterious movements. The dean watched Long Yi's actions, and his eyes lit up even more. Because those movements were exactly the flow of magic from the previous spell!

"Again! Light Binding!"

The dragon language was still clumsy, but Long Yi raised his hand again, and a large ball of light slowly formed, then flew straight at the dean. The dean did not dodge, waiting for the light ball to hit him. Instantly, a light prison enveloped the dean, even larger and more solid. The dean was surprised to find that his magic had also become sluggish!

Long Yi, this young man, his spells completely ignored any level resistance!

The dean was greatly delighted.

Usually, in a mage duel, the mage's level has absolute significance. Many spells become ineffective when facing a mage of a much higher level. The magic research institutes of various countries have been helpless in this regard. Of course, there are exceptions. Some mages are born with a strange talent, allowing their spells to completely ignore the opponent's level. The spells will have the intended effect on the enemy, regardless of the level.

Ignoring level resistance means that any mage must seriously defend against every spell cast by them, and they can no longer ignore the opponent's spellcasting based on their own level advantage! No matter how insignificant the spell, it could potentially decide the outcome at a critical moment!

And Long Yi was clearly such a person!

"Good! Very good!" The dean smiled with joy.

"Uh, I feel good too." Hearing the dean's explanation, Long Yi also laughed. Then, he was taken aback.

"Dean, you are a dragon, right? According to the general concept, dragons can't cast fighting spirit or spells, right?"

Indeed, according to the general concept, dragons absolutely cannot cast fighting spirit or spells!

"I am human now." The dean said.

"Do you mean that when dragons can transform into humans, they can cast fighting spirit or spells?" Long Yi was quite surprised.

"Exactly, but that's only for us old dragons who are about to die." The dean was a bit helpless, but he was even more surprised by Long Yi.

The reason Long Yi could ignore level resistance was entirely because he was a giant! He had this advantage! Not even dragons could avoid it! Long Yi had been thinking about whether to fabricate a similar talent, but he didn't expect that the great Dean Gandalf had already done it for him without him having to think about it!

"Gandalf... oh no, Dean, about this battle, I have one thing I don't understand. Can you answer it for me?"

Long Yi asked.

"Go ahead." The dean was in a very good mood. He liked talented students, and he liked diligent and inquisitive students even more. Long Yi was talented and even more diligent and inquisitive.

So, Long Yi expressed his greatest confusion: how he had been affected. In his memory, the only possible opportunity to be affected was the strange flash of light in the office. However, Long Yi was very confident in his mental strength, and mental spells generally had little effect on him. From the flash of light to the end of the battle, if Long Yi hadn't woken up in extreme danger, he probably wouldn't have known how he died.

"Flash of light?"

The dean thought for a moment, then came to Long Yi, carefully examining his eyes. Long Yi saw a faint white light flowing from the dean's eyes into his own, gentle but powerful.

"Imprint spell! This is an imprint spell still in the experimental stage!"

The dean was greatly surprised.