"…" Lin Li had seen his fair share of people who changed sides at the last minute, but this was the first time he had seen such a thorough change. He thought about how the three of them had cooperated with each other to ridicule him, and how well they had worked together. Now that they were hitting him while he was down, they did not hesitate at all.
"Scram." Lin Li really could not do anything to these shameless people who only cared about their lives. He could only wave his hand in frustration.
"We'll scram right away, right away …" The two of them heaved a sigh of relief almost at the same time when they heard the word "scram". God bless us, our lives are finally saved …
This fella who looked like a level-seven mage was simply a pervert. Looking at Matthias who was lying on the ground, the two of them could not help but ask if this fella was human. Not only was his strength abnormally strong, but he was also ruthless. To the two of them, this kind of person was undoubtedly the scariest. Because they did not know when they would offend him, and also did not know what reason he would use to get rid of them …
No one wanted to have their limbs broken, and no one wanted to lie on the ground like a shrimp.
Facing such a monster, it was better to escape if they could …
After Lin Li said "scram", the two of them turned around and ran without saying anything else.
"Wait …" But just as they ran halfway, the voice of that god of plagues came from behind again.
At this moment, the two of them were really scared out of their wits.
"Wh … What's the matter?" The two of them turned around with a bewildered look on their faces.
Could it be that … that pervert changed his mind again?
Thinking of Matthias, the two of them were so scared that their faces turned pale. This fella was so perverted. If he changed his mind, wouldn't they end up like Matthias?
"Carry him away," Lin Li said after stopping them.
"Oh …" Hearing this, the two of them finally calmed down, and let out a breath of cold air at the same time. The fear of surviving a disaster made their backs feel cold and wet, as if they had just been soaked in cold water …
After doing all this, Lin Li bent down and carefully helped Orrin up. Then, he turned around and urged Mason, who was in a daze. "Big Brother Mason, come and help me, this fella is too heavy …"
"Oh!" After being urged by him, Mason suddenly reacted. However, when he was supporting Orrin, Mason's expression was still a little weird.
The two sides of the battle left one after the other, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded onlookers.
Everyone looked a little dumbfounded, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked at Lin Li and the others.
They had always thought that Gryffindor would be the winner of this trial. However, after this battle, their confidence was shaken involuntarily. Look at the abilities of that self-proclaimed level-seven mage …
Could Gryffindor cast a fireball instantaneously? Not to mention Gryffindor, even the mentors in charge of the trial would not be able to do such a shocking thing.
Almost everyone was praying that they wouldn't meet these three fellows in the final qualifying round. If they really had to meet them … then they could only curse that pervert to have some sort of natural or man-made disaster …
This fella was simply the God of Plague. Whoever met him would definitely end up worse than being infected with the plague!
Lin Li was not aware of the group of onlookers' curses. After he helped Orrin into the house, he returned to his own room alone.
The fracture was indeed a little troublesome. A bottle of Recovery Potion might not be able to heal it completely. If he wanted it to heal completely, he might need to add some ingredients …
After watching Lin Li enter the room, Mason was still muttering to himself, "Damn it, I'm a level-nine mage after all. Why am I not as powerful as him?"
"Idiot!" Orrin's uninjured arm was resting on his shoulder, so he heard Mason's mutterings clearly. At that moment, Orrin really did not know what to say to him.
How could a level-seven mage achieve the abilities that that fella displayed just now?
Needless to say, the two strange fireballs had already subverted the common sense of magic. Even if Orrin wanted to explain it, he would not be able to do so.
Just the last four Arcane Missiles alone were enough to make Orrin re-evaluate this strange teammate of his.
The Arcane Missile was a real level-two spell. It was impossible for anyone below the level of a Magic Shooter to cast it instantaneously. This also meant that this fella who claimed to be a level-seven mage actually had the abilities of at least level-ten.
And this was only at least …
As for the true abilities of this fella, even Orrin had to admit that he could not see through them at all. He could only make a rough guess based on the previous battle. He could be at the peak of level-twelve, or he could have just stepped into level-thirteen. In short … he was definitely not a level-seven mage like what he claimed to be …
Mason had just helped him to lie down on the bed, but he was inexplicably scolded. The anger that he had just suppressed flared up again. "Damn it, don't think that I won't dare to beat you up just because you're injured …"
"You can try."
"Damn it, you win …" Mason glared at Orrin for a long time, and finally had to admit it. "I really don't dare to beat up a cripple …"
"I told you that you're an idiot, and you still don't believe me …" Orrin's expressionless face revealed a rare smile. "Can't you see that my injuries are almost healed?"
"Ah?" Mason was stunned, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Orrin's broken arm.
Then, he saw Orrin casually raise his arm. Although there was still some pain in his expression, the broken arm had been reattached. There was absolutely no doubt about this.
"How … How is this possible?" Mason's eyes widened to the size of a cow's eyes.
The scene in front of him was like a magic trick to him.
When he helped Orrin up the stairs just now, he had seen it clearly. Whether it was the painful expression on Orrin's face or the strange angle of the arm, these things could not be faked. Mason even dared to bet his head that Orrin's right arm was really broken.
It had only been a few minutes from start to finish. How could it be healed so quickly?
Mason's expression was a little strange. He really wanted to ask Orrin if he was a slime.
"That's why I said you're an idiot."
"F * ck …"
"If you're not an idiot, why would you still see Felic as a level-seven mage?"
Mason was shocked. "Isn't that so?"
"Nonsense …" Orrin seemed to have changed a lot since he was injured. Not only did he have more expressions on his face, but he also seemed to be more talkative than usual. When he heard such an idiotic question from Mason, he actually did not scold him, and only rolled his eyes helplessly. "Have you seen a level-seven mage that could cripple a level-12 Magic Shooter?"
"A level-12 Magic Shooter!" Mason was shocked, and his expression was unusually strange. "You mean, that Matthias …"
"Otherwise, what do you think …"
"Matthias is a level-12 Magic Shooter, then wouldn't Felic be …" Mason felt that he was going crazy. He had always thought that his strength as a level-nine mage was already considered outstanding in this trial. He did not expect to see a level-12 Magic Shooter on the first day. Furthermore, this level-12 Magic Shooter was easily crippled by his own teammate …
"Should be level-13."
"…" Mason almost broke down when he heard this terrifying level.
F * ck … Is there any justice in this world? We're both mages, why is there such a huge gap? Speaking of which … this fella seems to be younger than me …
Mason was not the only one who almost broke down.
Compared to him, Orrin was not much better.
It was just that his natural character made him appear calmer.
It was no exaggeration to say that Orrin was a real genius.
In the Rotterdam Guild of Magic, he was even known as the most outstanding genius mage in 300 years.
When he became an official mage at the age of 12, it even alarmed the Supreme Council. Even the Supreme Council sent an Archmage to congratulate the Rotterdam Guild of Magic for having a real magic genius.
In the following 10 years, Orrin had never slacked off. His unparalleled talent and hard work allowed Orrin to break through to the realm of a Magic Shooter at the age of 21.
Orrin had always thought that he was the number one magic genius in the Felan Kingdom apart from Gryffindor, who had defeated him before …
But today, this magical genius had suffered one setback after another.
First, he was defeated by Matthias, and then he witnessed Felic's performance …
Previously, Matthias was still barely acceptable. After all, Matthias was older than him by three years, and their strength was only a hair's breadth apart. The reason why he was defeated in the end was only because of a small mistake.
However, Felic's perverted performance had completely subverted his previous views.
A level-13 Magic Shooter at the age of 20 … Was there anyone more terrifying than this in this world?
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