C16 The Entire Audience Exploded in Shock

A middle-aged man, garbed in a gray robe adorned with three silver streaks on his sleeves, watched Zhang Xing with an odd glint in his eye. Though taken aback, he remained silent.

The boy stirred something unique within him. Remarkably handsome and endearing, the child's large, gem-like eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Robust and radiant, the boy exuded a sunny aura, though the man couldn't quite place the feeling.

After Zhang Xing handed over eight gold coins, he laid his small hand upon the multifaceted Magic Sphere.

The high-level mage noted the resolute shine in Zhang Xing's clear gaze.

His poise was uncharacteristic of a child of six or seven.

"Look, the Magic Sphere is glowing. This child possesses Magic Talent."

"To sense magic elements at such a tender age, he's truly extraordinary."

The crowd craned their necks in anticipation, eyes riveted to the Magic Sphere.

Interest flickered across the middle-aged man's face.

The sphere's luminescence intensified, surpassing the brightness of all previous tests.

A gasp rippled through the onlookers.

The white glow of the Magic Sphere began to quiver. Zhang Xing felt a powerful suction drawing out his magicule and mental energy.

He could only yield to the involuntary release of these forces. With his continuous infusion, the sphere shone even brighter.

"This degree of power is akin to that of a Novice Mage!" The middle-aged mage was inwardly astounded.

Saint Laurent Academy had struck gold. If the President were to hear of this, he'd be too thrilled to sleep.

The light shifted from white to a deep crimson.

What?

It's not finished?

How could this be?

The crowd watched in disbelief, struggling to trust their own eyes.

Envy and jealousy were rife among them, with some casting malevolent looks.

For a six-year-old to exhibit the talent of a Novice Mage was rare enough, but clearly, his full potential had yet to be unleashed.

And the Fire Magic Element he was emitting was exceptionally potent.

The middle-aged mage could no longer contain himself. He rose from his seat, while the two Intermediate Mages at his side stared, eyes wide with amazement, at the Magic Sphere.

In the storied eight-hundred-year history chronicled by Saint Laurent Academy's ancient tomes, not one student had ever achieved the rank of Novice Mage at such a young age. The previous record-holder was the prodigious White, who five centuries earlier had demonstrated the qualifications of a Novice Mage at the tender age of ten. Yet, this youngster named Zhang Xing had evidently outstripped White's abilities by a significant margin.

The Magic Sphere's deep red glow began to fade into a lighter shade. His peers, who shared Zhang Xing's remarkable magical aptitude and were of the same age, likely couldn't withstand the strain much longer. There was no point in them persisting with the test.

The brilliant light red hue was indicative of the prowess of an Intermediate Mage. But Zhang Xing was cut from a different cloth. His indomitable spirit shone through once more. His philosophy was simple: if you're strong, I must become even stronger. And today, he was determined to prove his mettle against the Magic Sphere.

He focused intently, channeling his mental energy to draw in copious amounts of magic elements from the surrounding air to replenish his reserves, all the while striving to prevent his own power from dissipating.

"An innate talent for Intermediate Magic!" exclaimed the middle-aged mage, so astonished he could barely string his words together.

His statement hung in the air, leaving the onlookers utterly astounded. How could this be?

Those in the crowd who had once viewed Zhang Xing with envious hostility now shelved their animosity. They didn't dare to harbor such feelings any longer—they were filled with fear!

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this child named Zhang Xing was destined to rise to the ranks of the Six Great Devil Emperors, or perhaps even eclipse them.