This time, Lin Li's match was arranged to be the last. Seeing that it was still early, Lin Li was not in a hurry. He chatted with Orrin and Mason while waiting for the results of the other two matches.
The second to go up was Gryffindor. This number one magic genius of Felan continued his outstanding performance from the previous match. In less than two minutes, he won the match. The level-13 Magic Shooter from the Starlight City Guild did not even have the ability to retaliate in front of Gryffindor. He was suppressed from the start to the end. There was no control, no turning back. All he had was an outburst. From the start to the end, it was like a strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. It swept this level-13 Magic Shooter out of the top six of the finals.
When the referee announced the winner, the Aurora Square became silent.
At least half of the thousands of mages in the audience were re-evaluating this number one magic genius of Felan. Everyone knew that he was strong, but many did not expect him to be this strong. Looking at the match just now, the strength that both sides had displayed was at least two levels apart. Gryffindor did not even need to use his brain to defeat his opponent easily.
Many people did not dare to believe that such a gap in strength would appear between two young mages who were both in their twenties.
It should be known that those who participated in the finals this time were all elites from various guilds. The weakest among them was a level-10 Magic Shooter. There were no weaklings at all. For Gryffindor to win so easily could only mean that his strength had reached an unbelievable level.
F * ck, why is this kid so powerful … Hoffman looked at Gryffindor from afar, and could not help but feel a little guilty.
"I've already advised you, but you didn't listen …" Herza looked at him sympathetically. He thought that this damned fatty would most likely be in trouble. Just by looking at the nervous expression on his face, one could tell that the Glittergold Trade Union's bet this time was definitely not small. If Gryffindor really won the finals, the odds of one to four would definitely make this damned fatty Hoffman cry …
In Herza's opinion, the Glittergold Trade Union was bound to lose this time.
Among the thousands of spectators present, Herza was probably the clearest about Gryffindor's abilities. Gryffindor's mentor was Rosen, one of the top ten controllers of the Supreme Council. He was not an ordinary person. Even in the Supreme Council, he was definitely a legendary figure. From a member of a remote Guild of Magic to one of the top ten controllers of the Supreme Council, it only took him 20 years. Rosen could be said to be an outstanding figure in the Supreme Council, be it in terms of abilities or skills. How could the disciples he taught be comparable to ordinary young mages?
Hoffman, that damned fatty, is too daring. How dare he try to win in such a competition? Why didn't he think about it? Given Rosen's character, how could he allow his only disciple to fail?
As a member of the Supreme Council, Herza naturally knew better than anyone else how many horrifying secrets were hidden in this council that held the fate of all the mages in Anril. How could a businessman possibly understand the inside story behind all of this? Even Herza himself had to admit that what he knew in his decades in the Supreme Council was just the tip of the iceberg. Only people like Rosen or Andoine, who had successfully competed for the position of arbitrator, would have the chance to come into contact with the true core secrets.
"Spending money to buy a lesson …" Herza's gaze shifted from Hoffman to the side of the Aurora Square, and landed on the young mage who was chatting with his two roommates. He could not help but sigh in his heart. This young man was a real genius. Even Herza himself was amazed by that unimaginable way of casting spells. Unfortunately, he met Gryffindor, and was destined to be unable to win the finals this time.
The current Gryffindor had far surpassed the average young mage. Not to mention those youths in their twenties, even in the entire Alanna Guild of Magic, only a few people like Aldwin and Macklin would dare to say that they could definitely win him. Even the likes of Darian might not have the confidence to do so. Such strength was already not something that the average young mage could compare to.
"What a pity …" Herza shook his head with a look of pity. Actually, if he really had to say, that Jarrosus mage called Felic was the most suitable person to win the finals. It was not only because of his outstanding talent, but also because he came from a remote small guild, Jarrosus. His background was far less complicated than Gryffindor's. Even if he built a new guild in the Breezy Plains in the future, it would not become a problem that could not be dealt with.
But Gryffindor was different. His mentor was Rosen, who had the potential to become an arbitrator. Once he won the finals this time, there would be countless unspeakable things between the new guild and the new arbitrator.
Unfortunately, Gryffindor was too strong this year.
Although the young mage named Felic was equally powerful, he would probably have to wait for another trial three years later if he wanted to become the final winner.
"Pfft!" Hoffman pursed his lips. He did not believe Herza's words at all.
In fact, at this time, even Hoffman had to admit that in terms of pure strength, Gryffindor was indeed stronger. But Hoffman still insisted that Gryffindor would definitely lose this battle. That was because he was very clear that the young mage called Felic was not only an Archmage, but also a Master of Pharmaceutics at the same time!
In a battle between mages, a bottle of potion could decide the outcome, not to mention a Master of Pharmaceutics.
Both of them had their own thoughts, and neither gave way to the other. They both insisted that they were in the right. In the midst of the argument, their faces were already red with anger.
And at this time, Matthias had already walked into the Aurora Square …
Seeing Matthias enter the arena, Lin Li was immediately energized.
I want to see if you dare to be so wretched again … Lin Li had this thought in mind as he watched this battle seriously.
Then, he was dumbfounded …
The Matthias in this battle was simply like a different person. The moment he came, he attacked like a storm. With his extremely fast spellcasting, he suppressed his opponent to the point that he could not even release a Mana Retroaction. The surging magical elements seemed to be boiling, and a blazing aura filled the Aurora Square. Matthias used all his strength in every attack. From the beginning to the end, he did not carry out a single defense. It was only until he used a Flaming Storm to force his opponent into a corner that Lin Li suddenly realized that this fella did not even have an Elemental Shield on him …
"F * ck, this fella is so arrogant …" Lin Li was dumbfounded. Compared to the previous wretchedness, this battle was simply full of sparks. From the beginning to the end, it was a violent fighting style. If not for Gryffindor standing not far from him, Lin Li would even think that Matthias had actually found Gryffindor to attack in this battle.
That pitiful level-12 Magic Shooter had only released one spell from the beginning to the end.
That was an Elemental Shield …
The moment this only spell was broken by Matthias, his battle had also come to an end. Matthias did not even look at him, and directly blasted an Air Bomb over. With a muffled "bang", that pitiful level-12 Magic Shooter was hit by an Air Bomb just as his Elemental Shield was broken. It felt like his chest was heavily smashed by a hammer. His vision instantly turned black, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, dyeing the stone slabs in the Aurora Square red …
"The winner of this battle is Matthias from the Sunrise City Guild!"
Lin Li looked at the injured level-12 Magic Shooter from afar, and could not help but laugh in his heart. Although Matthias' strength had increased by leaps and bounds, he was still as narrow-minded as before. He had used Air Bomb to defeat his opponents twice. The mageweath that Aldwin had set could only reduce the magic damage, but it could not offset the impact of Air Bomb. In this special environment, a low-level spell like Air Bomb had instead become the most effective method to injure the opponent …
Whether it was Sarsen from before or this pitiful level-12 Magic Shooter, both of them had suffered considerable injuries when they were blasted out of the Aurora Square.
"Felic, it's your turn!" When the judge called out Lin Li's name, Macklin, who was at the side, could not wait to urge him. The old man was in a rather good mood. Three trial apprentices, and two of them had entered the top six. This kind of result was enough for him to brag for a long time.
"All the best!"
"Do your best!"
"Yes!" With the cheers of his two roommates, Lin Li slowly walked to the center of the Aurora Square.
Garat from the Far Looking City Guild of Magic had long been waiting there. He was still wrapped in a black robe tightly, and his face was still as pale as a dead person's. When Lin Li walked up to him, he could clearly see that there was no expression on Garat's pale face. It was as if he was wearing a mask.
Lin Li stared at him for a long time. He could not imagine that this was the person that Mason had mentioned, who knew how to peek at little girls bathing at the age of ten …
What puzzled Lin Li the most was the magical wave emitted from Garat's body. It seemed to be a world of difference from most of the mages he had met. It was a cold and oppressive aura, just like the feeling when he was surrounded by countless Undead creatures in the Shadowglen. If Lin Li had to think of someone who was similar, it could only be Sendros, whom he had just met a few days ago. Only this half-human, half-undead monster had some resemblance to the Garat in front of him.
Lin Li knew that this was the true death aura, just like the high-ranking Vampires or Liches in the Shadowglen. Only mages like Sendros, who dealt with all kinds of Undead creatures all year round, would emit such a strong death aura.
However, even the death aura emitted from Sendros' body was not as strong as the one emitted by Garat in front of him.
This discovery gave Lin Li a huge shock.
Sendros was the true Lord of the Undead. He had already broken through to the Legendary-realm many years ago. Even someone like Andoine had to admit that Sendros was powerful. Garat was only a level-14 Magic Shooter. How could the death aura emitted from his body be stronger than that of someone like Sendros?
Lin Li could not understand how a fellow who enjoyed peeking at little girls bathing could emit such a strong death aura. He had never heard of the Far Seeing City Guild of Magic having any achievements in Necromagic …
Wait a minute …
"Could it be because of the trial in the Shadowglen?" A thought suddenly popped up in Lin Li's mind.
That's right, it was the trial in the Shadowglen!
The more Lin Li thought about it, the more he felt that it was the case. When he first came to Alanna, the 24 trial apprentices had gathered in the guild hall, but Lin Li had never felt a strong death aura from anyone. In other words, Garat should still be normal at that time. And in the two months after that, the only thing that could be related to the Undead was naturally the trial in the Shadowglen …
All kinds of thoughts popped up in Lin Li's mind. When he looked at Garat again, his heart could not help but tighten. If it was really as he had guessed, the current Garat was probably no longer that level-14 Magic Shooter. How could the death aura that was even stronger than Sendros' be a joke?
Lin Li tightened his grip on the Aether Staff in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Garat, and his mental strength had been pushed to the limit. The surging magical elements rolled up and down, setting off a magic storm in the Aurora Square. Lin Li's face was filled with seriousness because he knew very well that when faced with a monster that was half human and half Undead, a single mistake could leave him with lifelong regret.
This was not just a competition. He had no choice but to use all his strength.
Garat stood there expressionlessly. There was still not a trace of emotion on his dead-like face. He was holding a fire magic staff in his hand, but the magical wave that was emitted from it had nothing to do with fire magic. Lin Li, who had stayed in the Shadowglen for seven days, knew that it was the purest Death Energy.
Just when Lin Li was on guard, Garat, who was holding the magic staff, suddenly moved …
"Great Immortal King, you have finally returned …" Garat's voice was hoarse and deep. Among the thousands of people in the Aurora Square, perhaps only Lin Li could hear what he was saying clearly.
"No … Immortal King?" Lin Li's heart tightened. Could this be some Undead Summoning Spell?
Then, he saw a black smoke rising from Garat's body. Then, it was like a plague that instantly filled the entire Aurora Square. That incomparably strong death aura made Lin Li lose control of his body in an instant. In an instant, only wails, cries, roars, and groans could be heard. Countless sounds mixed together, and the entire Aurora Square seemed to have turned into a living hell in an instant.
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