Just as Mason finished speaking, the two Wind Blades in Gryffindor's hands were released at the same time. In an instant, there was a sharp piercing sound. In that instant, more than half of the audience closed their eyes. Even the lowest-level mage apprentice knew that the principle of the Wind Blade and the Air Bomb were the same. They were both driven by wind element magic, but in reality, they caused physical damage. This also meant that the four Master-level mageweaths that Aldwin had set up could not protect the trial apprentice called Mason at all. With Gryffindor's abilities as an Archmage, this trial apprentice called Mason would most likely die on the spot if he released two Wind Blades …
Then …
They heard a crisp sound as if something was scraping against glass. It was sharp and ear-piercing, and it made people's scalps go numb. Following that, a wave of exclamations came from the audience. A group of mages who had closed their eyes quietly opened them again. Then, they saw that the trial apprentice called Mason had escaped from the Aurora Square. He was now standing outside the battle zone, and he made an obscene gesture to Gryffindor. "F * ck your mother. Come down and kill me if you have the guts!"
"…"
"Shut up …" Macklin slapped Mason's head. "There are so many people watching. Don't embarrass yourself here. Hurry up and go to the guild's medical room to treat your wounds."
"Oh …" Although the old man's tone was unfriendly, he did not hide his concern. As a result, Mason was unusually well-behaved today. He did not glare at the old man when he slapped his head. He only nodded his head obediently and limped to the guild's medical room with the help of two mage apprentices.
But before he left, he waved his fist at Lin Li. "Felic, kill him!"
"Don't worry." Lin Li nodded his head lightly. This sentence was not only for Mason, but also for himself. Gryffindor had indeed gone overboard. In just a few days, he had injured two of his teammates. Orrin could only sit and watch the competition, and Mason was sent to the guild's medical room. It was unknown when he would come out as good as new.
To Lin Li, this was absolutely intolerable.
To be honest, Lin Li's character was not very good. Even Herza could see that he was a natural hypocrite. Such a person rarely treated anyone as a friend. Many times, he seemed to be sincere, but it was just perfunctory. Only very few people could be treated as his true friends. For example, Mason, Orrin, and a certain middle-aged fatty far away in Jarrosus. Lin Li would never be stingy or reject them. He could not bear to see them get hurt. Gryffindor had injured Mason and Orrin consecutively, and it Lin Li's killing intent was completely triggered …
At this time, Gryffindor was regretting that he had missed a golden opportunity again. He stood in the middle of the Aurora Square with a pale face. Even when the judge announced that he had won, he did not smile at all.
Gryffindor could not understand it no matter how hard he racked his brains. Why did the two wind blades that he was so sure to hit missed? Gryffindor could clearly see that the two extremely sharp wind blades had already landed on Mason's neck. Why did they seem to have landed on an iron plate? With a "clang", they bounced off far away. Not to mention cutting Mason's neck, they did not even leave a white mark on it …
How was this possible? Gryffindor stood there. He could not understand it at all …
But fortunately, he still had one more chance.
Wasn't that Jarrosus country bumpkin Felic already in the final three?
The final three would be a round-robin tournament. Whether he was willing or not, he would have to fight with the other two. At that time, I, Gryffindor, would definitely let this Jarrosus country bumpkin know what a real Archmage was. Don't think that you're so great just because you know Hoffman. Not to mention that you only know him, even if it was Hoffman himself, he would have to respectfully call me Controller Rosen when he sees my mentor. What is a trial apprentice from a country bumpkin to him?
When Gryffindor walked out of the Aura Square with a gloomy face, the competition was almost coming to an end. The final three were Gryffindor from Alanna, Matthias from Sunrise City, and Felic from Jarrosus. The person who would be in charge of the new Guild of Magic would be decided by the round-robin tournament later.
To be fair, the three of them each got an hour's rest.
After an hour, the first match would begin. Gryffindor from Alanna would be up against Felic from Jarrosus …
Lin Li stood at the edge of the Aura Square, and his eyes were fixed on Gryffindor from afar.
…
The hour's rest time passed quickly. After Aldwin announced the start of the competition, Lin Li and Gryffindor stood up at the same time, and walked into the Aura Square together. At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire arena changed. Be it the VIP seats or the audience seats, the famous big shots in the Felan Kingdom, or the mage apprentices who could only sneak a few glances at the edge of the square, they all raised their spirits at the same time. Their eyes were fixed on the two people who walked into the square.
If the previous match was just an appetizer, then what was about to happen now would be the real finale. These three people represented the highest standard of the young mages in the Felan Kingdom. Be it Matthias, whose abilities had improved by leaps and bounds, Gryffindor, who had long been known as the number one magic genius of Felan, or Felic, who could make the match as exciting as magic, their abilities had long been proven in this competition. However, everyone wanted to see who was the strongest among these three powerful young mages!
"Hoffman, you look very nervous …" Herza, who was sitting at the VIP seats, asked wickedly.
"Duh …" Hoffman's eyes were fixed on the Aura Square. He was so nervous that he did not even dare to blink. It was as if he was afraid that an accident would happen if he blinked. Hearing Herza's teasing, he only pouted and complained, "A match concerns tens of millions of gold coins. If it were you, you would most likely be as nervous as me …"
"…" Herza almost choked on his saliva when he heard the astronomical figure of gold coins. He looked at Hoffman with deep hatred while cursing in his heart. No wonder these bastards from the Glittergold Trade Union were all so rich. F * ck, they could get tens of millions of gold coins to bet on a match. How could they not be rich?
However, after the shock, Herza could not help but have some doubts. "I say, Hoffman, do you know some insider information? Otherwise, why would you be so confident in this Felic and dare to accept a bet of tens of millions of gold coins …"
"Don't be noisy. If you have anything to say, let me finish watching the match first …"
"…"
While the two of them were whispering, the two trial apprentices had already completed their final preparations.
"Begin!"
Following the referee's order, Lin Li and Gryffindor started reciting their spells at almost the same time. Perhaps it was because their mentors were members of the Supreme Council, but their spell-casting habits were surprisingly similar. At the start of the battle, both of them chose to use high-level magic to suppress their opponents …
Lin Li recited the Meteor Shower spell, while Gryffindor recited the Ashes Storm spell. They were both level-14 fire element spells, and they both had a five-second recitation time.
"F * ck, what's wrong with the youngsters nowadays? Why are they all so ruthless? Why are they playing so excitedly right from the start?" Hoffman was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the two of them would choose to fight with high-level magic at the beginning of the battle. If the two magic spells were to be launched, they would probably be destroyed together. Even if the Elemental Shields on their bodies were not broken, they would definitely not be able to withstand the magic attacks. Didn't that mean that the outcome of the battle would be decided within 10 seconds?
Just as Hoffman was dumbfounded, the magical waves in the Aurora Square suddenly stopped. The fire magical elements that were boiling just now seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water, and were extinguished at the same time.
As if they had discussed it beforehand, both of them started reciting their spells at the same time, and then chose to stop the spell-casting at the same time.
With their abilities as Archmages, they did not have to worry about the bite of mana when they stopped a level-14 spell. The only thing they had to be careful about was the release of mana. As long as they were not too hasty, there would not be any mistakes.
Then, Gryffindor laughed.
The strength of this Jarrosus country bumpkin was indeed much weaker than Lin Li's. He took an extra second to interrupt a level-14 spell. Usually, this one second might not be enough to do much, but now, it was enough for Gryffindor to do a lot of things.
After stopping the spell-casting first, Gryffindor released a Mana Retroaction almost without hesitation …
"I'd like to see how long an Elemental Shield can protect you …" Gryffindor knew that he had won the moment he released the Mana Retroaction. It was because he could clearly feel that his opponent's mana had been cut off in an instant. What he had to do next was to continuously bombard the opponent with spells. He wanted to break open the opponent's Elemental Shield like breaking open a tortoise's shell. Then, he could use Mental Control to deplete his mana like how he dealt with Mason just now. Then, he could use all kinds of spells to torture and kill him!
On the other hand, Lin Li was still calm after being hit by the Mana Retroaction. He allowed Gryffindor's fireballs to land on the Elemental Shield, and the layer of colorful light gradually dimmed. Lin Li slowly raised the Aether Staff in his hand, and the Dragon's Eye embedded on the tip of the staff began to emit a gentle, pale yellow light …
Then, Gryffindor was suddenly dumbfounded …
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