There was a huge disparity in strength, and he was controlled by the Mana Retroaction the moment he started. Naturally, everything that happened after that was no longer surprising. After Gryffindor cast the Mana Retroaction, he did not even look. He raised his hand and cast a Flaming Storm. In an instant, countless fire dragons pounced towards Fedrick with bared fangs and brandished claws …
In the dazzling flames, Fedrick's fat face was filled with despair. Then, there was a loud bang, and the Aurora Square became silent.
The mages sitting on the spectator stand stared blankly. This batch of young people was too powerful. Felic was already ruthless enough. He was only in his twenties, but he had given a group of senior mages a lesson on spellcasting techniques. Now, this Gryffindor was even more unreasonable. He used his strength to destroy the mentality of a level-11 Magic Shooter. There were no techniques or tricks. It was just the most direct attack. The three words "fast, ruthless, and accurate" were enough to describe everything.
No wonder Orrin could not handle him … Lin Li could not help but frown as he looked at Fedrick being carried away. This Gryffindor was indeed powerful. Although the battle just now was not long, and the opponent was too weak, Lin Li could more or less see something from it. At least in terms of mana control, Gryffindor was not much weaker than him.
Even Lin Li couldn't help but praise the Mana Retroaction just now. It was precise and hidden, and there were no signs at all. It was like a venomous snake hiding in the grass, giving its prey the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.
As for the last Flaming Storm, Lin Li could not think of any other reason other than to show off …
As expected, the victorious Gryffindor stood in the middle of the Aurora Square. His gaze was fixed on Lin Li in the distance. His expression was full of provocation and disdain.
"Idiot …" Lin Li curled his lips and spat on the ground rudely. He cursed in his heart. I don't know what this fella is thinking. I haven't even settled the score with you, and you actually dare to look at me with such a hateful gaze. Do you really think I owe you a lot of money?
"The winner of the second round is Gryffindor from the Alanna Guild of Magic!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
The applause from the audience was even more enthusiastic than when Lin Li had won.
"How is it, Hoffman? The young people that our Guild of Magic nurtured are not bad, right?" Herza had a smug look on his face. The two young men who had just appeared had indeed exceeded his expectations. One of them had perfected his spell-casting technique, while the other had exerted his strength to the extreme. At their current age, Herza was certain that these two young mages would definitely have a bright future ahead of them.
"Just so-so …" Hoffman pursed his lips, looking a little distracted. He really doubted if he had made a mistake by giving up on Gryffindor and placing all his bets on Felic …
The strength that Gryffindor displayed just now was too terrifying. Even a figure like Hoffman could not help but be secretly shocked. This little bastard was too ruthless. He already had such strength at such a young age. In a few more years, even Hoffman might not be a match for him.
Hoffman could not help but feel a headache coming on. If he had known earlier, he would have investigated more thoroughly. The last time he saw this little bastard, he was only a level-14 Magic Shooter. How did he become so strong after not seeing him for a month? Not only did he break through to the Archmage realm, but he also showed signs of entering level-16. Was this still a f * cking young man in his twenties?
"Master Felic, it's all up to you now …"
While Hoffman was muttering, the third round had begun. This time, it was Mason from the Chevan City Guild of Magic and Larry from the Mirror Lake Guild of Magic. Both of them had fought side by side in the Shadowglen. At that time, Larry was only a level-eight mage. He was still a long way from Mason, who was the weakest among the three.
But today, he had caused Mason to fall into a tough battle.
Currently, Larry had at least the strength of a level-11 Magic Shooter. Even if Mason had a breakthrough recently, he would only be on par with him. The two evenly matched opponents naturally made this match unusually long. Although it was not very exciting, it was abnormally intense. It was like a bayonet duel, and the blades were stained with blood.
This time, Mason was holding back his anger. He had to prove to Macklin that he was not a rookie Magic Shooter. On the other side, Larry seemed to be naturally good at this kind of trembling. He cast all kinds of tricky spells, making Mason feel miserable. The battle between the two of them took up nearly half an hour. In a battle between Magic Shooters, this was simply a rare spectacle. Fortunately, both of them were very resilient. Otherwise, the aftereffects of severely squeezing their mental strength would be enough to torture anyone to madness.
The battle between the two level-11 Magic Shooters was like a marathon. In the end, both of them had completely exhausted their mana. They could only use the magic staffs in their hands to maintain a stalemate while buying time for themselves to recover their mana. This time, Mason finally had a slight upper hand. The time he took to assemble the Wind Blade was slightly faster than Larry by a second. Thus, he won the final victory …
"The winner of the third match is Mage Mason from Chevan City!"
When Mason came down from the square, he looked like he was about to collapse. He panted heavily and complained, "Larry, this guy, how … how did he become so strong?"
"How is it? Do you know how strong he is now? I told you long ago that this fella is different now. You thought I was lying to you. Count yourself lucky this time. After all, he is inexperienced, and wasted a lot of mana at the beginning. Otherwise, he would have killed you long ago … "
Mason won the match, but he was still taught a lesson by Macklin. However, he had no way to refute. He could only use the opportunity of the fourth match to quickly shift everyone's attention away. "Look, it seems like it's someone familiar in the next match!"
"F * ck!" Lin Li looked at the two people who walked into the Aurora Square, and immediately laughed. "Matthias is too unlucky, isn't he?"
"Hahaha, Matthias is dead for sure this time!" Mason was gloating over Matthias' misfortune.
Matthias was indeed unlucky. His opponent in this match was actually someone whose strength was second only to Gryffindor and Lin Li among the many trial apprentices.
That's right, it was Sarsen …
The current Sarsen was at the peak of level-14. He was only one step away from becoming the third Archmage after Gryffindor and Lin Li. How could Matthias contend with such strength? This time, the heir of the Marathon Family would be in big trouble …
"Eh, something's not right!" However, just as he was rejoicing in Matthias' misfortune, Lin Li suddenly felt that something was amiss. Matthias seemed to be very different from how he was in the past.
At this moment, Matthias was standing in the middle of the Aurora Square. He no longer had the frivolous look he had in the past. He looked much darker and thinner. His eyes were fixed, and when he stared at someone, it was like a poisonous snake choosing its prey. His face was always gloomy, just like the weather before a thunderstorm.
The magical wave emitted from his body was not very strong, but it had a strange power. It was like a huge whirlpool that was spinning crazily, trying to suck everything in and tear it into pieces. Lin Li frowned slightly when he sensed it.
He suddenly remembered that Argus seemed to have said that Matthias had changed a lot. It was as if he was a different person. At that time, Lin Li did not really understand the meaning of this sentence. But now, he understood it all at once. That's right, this feeling was really like a different person. Other than his appearance, whether it was his aura or strength, they were worlds apart from the past. If the previous Matthias was just a dandy, then the current Matthias undoubtedly had the qualifications to make Lin Li fearful.
"It seems that Sarsen might not be able to win this time …"
"Ah?" Mason was stunned when he heard it. When he reacted and wanted to clarify, the judge between the two of them had already waved his hand and announced the start of the battle.
Both of them raised an Elemental Shield almost at the same time and began to chant their spells at the same time. Both of them had chosen a safe tactic. Neither of them chose to use Mana Retroaction to suppress the other at the beginning of the battle. After all, they were no longer rookies, and they had some understanding of each other's strength. Both of them were very clear that the most likely outcome of using Mana Retroaction rashly was not to suppress the other party, but to fall into the other party's trap. After all, at their level of strength, camouflage casting had long become one of the necessary skills. In a battle of this level, once the Mana Retroaction failed, it meant that they had lost the entire battle.
Compared to the previous battle where sparks flew everywhere, the rhythm of this battle was much slower. At the beginning, both of them were testing each other, and neither of them rushed to attack first. Both of them seemed to have the same idea. Both of them were waiting for the other party to attack, waiting for the other party to make a mistake. As a result, a battle that was close to the level of an Archmage was played out by them in an incomparably dull manner, causing the thousands of mages in the spectator seats to feel drowsy …
"Sarsen, come on, beat him to death!" Mason stood at the periphery of the square, and seemed to be even more agitated than Sarsen himself. The expression on his face kept changing along with the changes in the battle situation. Sometimes, he cheered loudly, and sometimes, he sighed. "Aiya, just a little more, what a pity …"
"Far from it …" Lin Li, who was at the side, shook his head. There were some things that Mason could not see, but he could see it clearly. The contact just now seemed to be a painful loss for Sarsen, and he missed the opportunity to determine the outcome of the battle in one fell swoop. But in reality, Lin Li was very clear that that opportunity was deliberately left for him by Matthias …
It seemed that the current Matthias was no longer that easy to deal with.
Perhaps Argus was right, and this fella really had the strength of an Archmage.
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