I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 58 Proctor, I Forfeit

The arena matches were in full swing.

On one arena, Nia summoned a thick spellbook into her hands. It was clearly a powerful piece of equipment.

As the pages flipped, scorching flames surged outward.

Her opponent was forced back again and again.

Every spell she cast was precise. She left no room for counterplay.

The fight ended quickly.

Nia claimed her first round victory.

On another arena, Francis swung his longsword with ease.

At level 15, facing a level 8 opponent, there was no pressure at all.

After a few strikes, his opponent surrendered on the spot.

Redwood’s Evan wielded a black spear.

A lifelike shadow dragon coiled around the shaft.

Every swing of the spear was accompanied by a dragon’s roar.

A playful smile sat on his face.

He toyed with his opponent the entire time.

Only at the very end did he kick them off the arena.

Kai from School Three was even faster.

As an SSS rank Rainbow Blade class, his speed was ghostlike.

One flash was all it took to end the match.

Every arena was filled with blood pumping battles.

Every arena except Zayne’s.

The scene there was completely wrong.

A small girl in a short skirt sat on the ground, crying her heart out.

There was no way to win.

This person was a monster.

There was no way to win.

Under overwhelming pressure, Bella’s sobbing echoed across the arena.

It was heartbreaking to hear.

Anyone unaware would think Zayne had bullied her terribly.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Zayne froze in place, not knowing what to do.

The Forbidden Spell in his hand could not be released.

It also could not be canceled.

He never expected her mental endurance to be this fragile.

She had been scared into tears without even being touched.

In the end, the proctor helped Bella off the arena.

The match concluded with Zayne’s victory.

Bella was taken straight to a psychological counselor.

It took a full thirty minutes before her crying finally stopped.

"Number 18, Zayne. First round victory. Ten points awarded."

The proctor announced the result with a strange expression.

After so many years as a proctor, he had seen everything.

Brutal fights.

Instant surrenders.

One hit knockouts.

But scaring an opponent into tears without fighting was a first.

Zayne had set a new kind of record.

He was also the only contestant to win without any actual combat.

"What a beast. That girl was so cute, and he scared her into that state."

"I always thought scaring someone to tears was just an expression."

"I did not know it could be literal."

"Did he secretly say something terrifying to her?"

Hearing the whispers around him, Zayne felt speechless.

He truly did nothing.

He did not even touch her.

After a ten minute break, the second round began.

This time, Zayne’s opponent was a sword cultivator with a longsword on his back.

The man had sharp brows and bright eyes.

His figure was tall and refined.

His presence drew attention immediately.

When he saw Zayne step onto the arena, his expression changed slightly.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly, almost to himself.

"If my opponent is you, this might be troublesome."

"But I will win. I am the strongest."

He drew his sword slowly.

Brilliant sword light flooded the arena.

Zayne’s expression turned serious.

He treated this opponent with full respect.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

Zayne never underestimated any opponent.

Classes varied endlessly.

Skills differed wildly.

Level alone did not represent real combat power.

He understood that deeply.

With such confidence, this man clearly had something special.

The proctor also became serious.

"Both candidates, please stand inside the circle."

"Do not make unnecessary movements before I announce the start."

"Now, please display your class and level."

Zayne, Forbidden Spellcaster, Level 18

Frank, Cloudstep Sword Cultivator, Level 11

Zayne’s eyes narrowed.

Level 11. That confidence had a foundation.

"Class and level confirmed. Second round begins."

The instant the proctor announced the start, Frank turned around.

He smoothly sheathed his sword.

Then he walked off the arena.

At the same time, his calm and confident voice reached Zayne and the proctor.

"I forfeit."

Zayne fell silent.

The proctor also fell silent.

That was it?

This guy had acted so confident.

They thought he had some hidden trump card.

Instead, he surrendered immediately.

"Did you not say you would win?" Zayne asked.

"Yes. I will win," Frank replied with a confident smile.

"But not today. Not now."

Zayne was speechless.

The college entrance trial really was full of talents.

They even spoke nicely.

Not having to fight was fine.

With so many eyes watching, less action meant fewer suspicions.

"Number 18, Zayne. Second round victory. Ten points awarded."

The proctor announced again, looking even stranger.

For the first time, he realized how easy this job could be.

Other proctors had to stay tense.

They had to watch every move to prevent fatalities.

He, on the other hand, just read rules and results.

Soon, the third round arrived.

After learning from previous examples, the next opponent made his decision immediately.

The moment he drew Zayne’s number, he already knew.

"Damn it. What rotten luck, drawing a monster like you."

"Proctor, I forfeit."

He had no desire to fight at all.

After seeing that lightning rampage earlier, he knew the gap was hopeless.

He could not win anyway.

Getting injured would only hurt his next match.

Surrendering cleanly was the smartest choice.

Just like that, Zayne advanced to the fourth round.

He never lifted a finger.

His score jumped to an absurd one hundred and thirty points.

At this moment, both the candidates inside the venue and the viewers watching the live stream were stunned.

"Is this a joke? He cast one Forbidden Spell, stopped halfway, and never fought again."

"He still won three matches in a row. Is the college entrance trial this easy?"

"These people are idiots. Just fight him. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Forbidden Spellcasters lose life when casting. It is just an exam."

"He would not really bet his life, right?"

"I do not know about his life."

"But if that lightning hits me once, I am definitely dead."

"Wait. Is he really going to win without fighting at all?"

"No way. Anyone who reaches the fourth round will not surrender easily."

"No one there is much weaker than the others."

"For Zayne to reach the fifth round, he has to fight."

"Wait. Look."

"This bastard got a bye."