Mage Academy: I Have Infinite Skill Points

"You're a mage?" Lin Ming stared at his opponent.

It wasn't a competition, and under such circumstances, the chances of mages encountering and working together were higher. They were notable disciples of the Sage Tier Mage, or else they wouldn't even be here. And forming a pact gave them higher chances of winning.

When another mage attacked him, Lin Ming's brows pulled together. If someone were aiming at him, he would not let them off this easily.

"Dazzling Dragon Spell!" Flames engulf the guy across Lin Ming.

Black smoke belched out from his foe, pushing Lin Ming's flames away.

"A Dark Mage?" Lin Ming's eyes widened. The guy in front of him mustn't be one of the Sage Tier Mages' disciples, and none of the Sage Tier Mages he'd heard about was of a dark magic user—he must originate from the tomb itself. The opponent was of Tier 7, and with him casting dark magic, his attacks were hard to predict—he was strong.

Outside the Juncture, all eyes were on Lin Ming. They were expectant of what Gandulf's plans were.

"A Dark Mage—is every creature in the Juncture of the dark element?" Lin Ming wondered. He came up with a few hypotheses. "Fiery Phoenix Spell!" He used 70% of his powers. It engulfed the Dark Mage, disabling his defense.

When the Dark Mage turned into ashes, a black magical core dropped to the ground. Lin Ming picked up the shimmering object and threw it back to the floor instantly. When he assembled his magic powers to destroy its outer core, it didn't leave any damage. He stored the high-defense item into his ring—it would come to use one day."

"Why does your apprentice not recharge his magical powers? Did you not give him anything to work with?" outside the Juncture, a Sage Tier Mage asked.

"You do like sticking your nose into someone else's business," Gandulf snorted, annoyed. It was true—he did not give Lin Ming any magic replenishing items. His disinterest was overwhelmed by Lin Ming's appearance, and he forgot the most important task on hand. Though no one else noticed, Gandalf saw Lin Ming took out his magical potion—yet, potions didn't work in the Juncture.

"You know I was just worried about you and your disciple. It is hard to survive to the end without any replenishing items." The Mage continued to fan the flames.

It triggered Gandulf, making his brows furrowed. Entering the Juncture was entirely different from competitions—in competitions, you could crush the Teleportation Crystal and leave the secret realm should anything dangerous happened. You would get serious injuries, but so far, nothing life-threatening ever happened. But for the Juncture, the portal would only reopen at the last minute. No one could leave before that, even if they suffered hazardous injuries. If Lin Ming exhausted his magical powers, it would mean he'd be in grave danger.

Still, these were the thought process in Gandulf. He wouldn't know how Lin Ming was restoring his magic powers with the Spirit Pool in Stupa.

"Master, the magical core you obtained is an item to control Dark Magic," said Bai Han in Lin Ming's mind.

Lin Ming took out the core and pondered about it. "The Dark Python didn't have a magical core. The core only controlled the Dark Mage. Was the Dark Mage one of the previous disciples entering the Juncture?" He shivered, pushing the thoughts away from his head.

Once again, Lin Ming studied his surrounding. At his 12 was an enormous chair. He paced forward, grabbed a rock, and threw at the chair.

Boom!

An attack came from above the chair. The rock turned into dust.

"Tsk-tsk. Curiosity killed the cat." He was in luck that he tested it out, or he would have been the one injured. If the chair had traps like this, it meant it was protecting something valuable. His gaze traced up where the attack came from—it was a spiritual weapon! The attacks weren't one-off.

Casting the Air Blast Spell, Lin Ming floated towards the spiritual weapon. There weren't other traps, and he removed the item and aimed it at the chair.

Boom!

With such a powerful attack, it didn't do any damage to the chair.

"Ah," Lin Ming came to his realization. There must be hidden secrets in the chair. "Can it be..." He activated the Vajra Patra and drew closer. This time, no traps had activated. He held and moved the chair, but it didn't budge. When he diverted his magic powers to his hand, the chair spun along with his power flow.

Crack!

With the chair moving, it opened a secret passage behind. Intense Dark Magic welled from behind the stone door.

"Fiery Curtain!" Flames shot from his body, obstructing the corrosive Dark Magic. Lin Ming did not want any of it near him.

Outside the Juncture—

"Does the kid own such high storage of magical powers?" Gandulf knitted his brows together as he watched Lin Ming cast his spells. He didn't notice him replenishing his powers so far, but he wouldn't know what was happening.