Matthias' strength was indeed unfathomable. A level-14 Magic Shooter had no ability to resist him at all. He only managed to hold on for less than eight minutes before being heavily injured by an Air Bomb. In an instant, there was a bloody scene …
Even the thousands of mages in the audience seats were used to seeing blood. They could not help but shake their heads at this moment. Matthias' character was indeed problematic. It could be said that it was an accident if it happened once or twice, but it happened three times in a row. It could only mean that Matthias did it on purpose. He had the intention to hurt his opponent. There was no grudge or reason. It was purely out of interest, or perhaps he just wanted to do it.
Even Herza could not help but frown. This Matthias was too much. Even if he won the final victory, he was definitely not suitable to be in charge of a new Guild of Magic. This had to be written in the report …
As for Lin Li's match after that, it was just a formality.
That Magic Shooter who was at the peak of level-13 was indeed at the end of his tether. The moment he walked into the Aurora Square, Lin Li could already feel that the magical wave of this person was too weak. He did not seem like a level-13 Magic Shooter at all. Instead, he seemed like a mage apprentice who had yet to put on a robe.
"Mage Felic, please have mercy." Both of them were very clear about the outcome of this match. Gordon walked into the Aurora Square with a pale face, and spoke in a low-key manner.
"Mage Gordon, you're too kind …" Lin Li smiled. He waved the Aether Staff in his hand, and an Elemental Shield was released instantly.
"Thank you."
This was a match filled with tacit understanding. Lin Li used an Elemental Shield to tell the other party that he would not do anything out of line. The grateful Gordon did not try to fight to the death. The entire process was as if they had discussed it beforehand. Gordon attacked continuously with his weak strength, while Lin Li only used the Elemental Shield to counterattack occasionally with the Wind Blade. It was not until the tenth minute that Lin Li seemed to have accidentally released a Chilling Touch, and naturally ended this match.
"This young man is not bad …" Herza nodded in satisfaction from his seat of honor. With his decades of experience in magic, how could he be fooled by their performance? From the moment that Jarrosus mage put up the Elemental Shield, he knew that it must be a fixed match. Otherwise, with his strength, why would he use the Elemental Shield? To put it bluntly, he did not even need to use magic to deal with Gordon, who was at the end of his tether. Just a few hits from his magic staff would be enough to beat him half to death …
But that was good …
The new guild that was about to be established in the Breezy Plains required more than just a powerful President. The Breezy Plains was a place where all sorts of forces were a hundred times more complicated than in Alanna. It was not an easy task to establish a foothold there. In addition to using absolute power to deter the forces that had ill intentions, one also needed to use tactics such as appeasement, cozying up, and splitting up the forces. While powerful strength was important, tactful tactics were also indispensable.
When this matter was decided, Herza had once asked Anthony, one of the arbitrators, what kind of talent was most suitable to take charge of this new Guild of Magic? Herza remembered that Anthony's answer was — the more hypocritical, the better!
Without a doubt, that mage from Jarrosus was an absolute hypocrite. It was an effortless favor, but he actually sold it with such sincerity. Talent — an absolute talent!
Furthermore, this Felic seemed to have a rather good relationship with Hoffman. If he were to take charge of the new guild, there would definitely be no problem with the Glittergold Trade Union. Who knew, they might even be able to get some financial support when necessary. This was definitely an ideal thing for a newly established Guild of Magic.
Of course, the specific decision still had to wait for the results of the competition. After all, the rules had already been set. Even if they wanted to change it, it could not be too outrageous.
In less than half an hour, two of the top six matches had been completed. There was only one group left — Mason versus Gryffindor!
"F * ck, why am I so unlucky …" Mason stood at the side of the Aurora Square. His face was already scrunched up in bitterness.
"This …" Lin Li scratched his head. He did not know what to say.
Even a fool would know that Mason going up against Gryffindor was like smashing an egg on a rock. There was no chance of winning at all. Logically speaking, he should be advising Mason to be more realistic and not lose too badly. But, how could he say such words out loud? Thus, Lin Li could only shake his head and sigh. He did not say anything …
"I know you want to advise me to admit defeat honestly so that I won't lose too badly later …" But, even if he did not say it, Mason knew what he was thinking. He looked at Lin Li gloomily and muttered, "I would like to admit defeat honestly, but I'm afraid that bastard Gryffindor would not agree to it …"
"…"
"Sigh, so be it. If I can't do it, I'll admit defeat myself. I don't believe that Gryffindor would still dare to chase after me and beat me up if I admit defeat!" After Mason finished speaking, he walked up to the Aurora Square with his head held high and chest puffed out, leaving Lin Li dumbfounded …
Gryffindor stood in the middle of the Aurora Square, his eyes fixed on his opponent. Gryffindor remembered that this fella was Orrin's roommate. His name was Mark or Mason. That day in the Spell Testing Hall, it was this fella who spoiled his plans. If he did not pull Orrin away, Orrin would have died in his hands. How could it be like now, where he could actually come to the Aurora Square to watch the competition …
Oh yes, there was also that fella called Felic!
This Jarrosus country bumpkin did not respect him at all. Gryffindor had heard that the reason Orrin could still stand here was mostly because of him. Once he thought of this, Gryffindor could not wait to kill these two fellas. F * ck, you actually dared to save someone that I, Gryffindor, wanted to kill. Are you determined to go against me?
Alright, since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being ruthless.
That Felic definitely could not be let off. But before that, let him and Orrin see how he would torture and kill their roommate first …
Looking at Mason, who was walking step by step into the Aurora Square, Gryffindor laughed coldly in his heart. Do you think that you are absolutely safe just because Aldwin laid down the mageweath? What a joke. Four Master-level mageweaths could at most reduce magical damage. In front of a real Archmage, what were mageweaths worth? Even trash like Matthias knew how to make use of loopholes, not to mention me, Gryffindor. Just wait and see, I will definitely let you suffer all kinds of pain before slowly bleeding to the last drop of blood. Then, I will go deal with that country bumpkin from Jarrosus …
"What are you doing …" Mason stood in the Aurora Square and looked at Gryffindor, who was not far away. He could not help but feel a little guilty.
"You will know in a while …" Gryffindor's lips curled into a cold smile. When he stared at Mason, it was like a big bad wolf staring at a little white rabbit.
Mason swallowed his saliva with difficulty. "I-I-I … I'm warning you. Don't ever mess around …"
Gryffindor looked at Mason with disdain. He did not say anything else, and only stood there quietly, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the competition.
"Seems like both of you are ready. Then, the competition will start now!"
Following the referee's "start", Gryffindor suddenly moved. There was a rapid recitation of a spell, followed by a Mental Control …
"F * ck, this little bastard …" Macklin stood at the side of the Aurora Square, and scolded fiercely. This little bastard was indeed Rosen's disciple. Just from this Mental Control, he could tell that this little bastard's scheming was exactly the same as his teacher's.
Gryffindor had definitely calculated that Mason, who had just entered the battle state, would definitely be fearful of him. And the Mental Control magic was most afraid of this kind of situation. Once there was fear in one's heart, one would definitely not be able to maintain a calm state of mind. Once the Mental Control found an opportunity, there would be no need to fight anymore. How could a controlled loser be a threat to the person controlling him?
Indeed, as Macklin had expected, Gryffindor's Mental Control went over, and Mason's expression froze instantly. He released three Flaming Storms in a row, and instantly set off a dazzling fire in the Aurora Square. Unfortunately, the target of these three Flaming Storms was not his opponent, but the stone slabs that were laid on the Aurora Square …
In an instant, only sparks could be seen flying in all directions, and the fine stones were splattered all over the sky. As the two judges were too close, they were caught off guard and were smashed a few times consecutively. These fine stones were not fatal, but when they smashed onto people's bodies, it was a burning pain.
The duration of Mental Control was usually more than five seconds. Now that Gryffindor was an Archmage, the difference in strength between both parties was too great. As a result, the time that Mason was controlled was especially long. After releasing three Flaming Storms in a row, he barely broke free from the restraint on his soul, and regained control of his mental strength.
"F * ck, this fella is really powerful …" Mason released three Flaming Storms in a row, and his mana was gradually running out. He finally broke free from the Mental Control, and hurriedly took a few steps back. At the same time, he wanted to put up an Elemental Shield …
Who knew that all of this seemed to be within Gryffindor's expectations. Before Mason's Elemental Shield could be put up in time, Gryffindor had already released a Mana Retroaction. In an instant, it cut off the channel of mana that Mason had just built …
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