"How … How is this possible?" A pale yellow light flashed, and the smile on Gryffindor's face froze. He suddenly realized that the mana in his body seemed to have been frozen. No matter how he chanted or how he mobilized his mental strength, he could not summon any magical wave.
Gryffindor almost went crazy on the spot …
Bloody hell, how could a person who was hit by Mana Retroaction freeze himself?
Unfortunately, he did not have much time to think, because in the next moment, Lin Li had already started chanting for Flaming Storm. In an instant, the sky was filled with flames like fire dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at Gryffindor. At this moment, Gryffindor had no choice but to watch as a Smoke Storm exploded on his body. The light of the Elemental Shield dimmed instantly.
After the Flaming Storm succeeded, Lin Li did not hold back at all. He followed up with a Chilling Touch. The two magic, one ice and one fire, actually combined perfectly at this moment. It was like a poem written by ice and fire. It set off a magnificent Elemental Storm in the Aurora Square. In the midst of the surging magical wave, Gryffindor had no choice but to retreat again and again. The Feedback effect brought by the Arcane Barrier had turned the situation around in an instant. Gryffindor, who had an absolute advantage just a second ago, was now in a passive position.
Gryffindor had no choice but to retreat again and again. He made use of this irregular movement to increase the difficulty of his opponent's spell-casting, and thus bought more time for himself.
"F * ck, how did he do it?" The thousands of mages in the spectator seats opened their eyes wide at the same time. The scene just now was too bizarre. It was as if everything had been turned upside down. That young man called Felic was obviously hit by Mana Retroaction. How could he control the frost and flames to attack crazily as if nothing had happened …
Could it be that this was another unimaginable spell-casting technique?
No, no, no, this was impossible …
No matter how unimaginable the spell-casting technique was, it was impossible for someone to go against the laws of magic. In this situation, it was completely unreasonable. What was the difference between a mage who could not even control Mana Retroaction and an inhumane beast? Damn it, could it be that after a few hundred years, another inhuman monster would appear in the Jarrosus Guild of Magic?
Of course, all this had nothing to do with the two of them in the competition. It was because no matter if it was Lin Li or Gryffindor, they did not have the time to care about other things. One of them was resisting with all his might, hoping to survive this awkward period of time, while the other was attacking with all his might, hoping to continue expanding his advantage. In an instant, the battle in the Aurora Square became unusually delicate …
While Gryffindor was retreating, Lin Li launched another Flaming Storm.
"Boom!" A loud sound spread like thunder. At this moment, at least half of the audience stood up. This was not a joke. Even if Gryffindor was an Archmage, it would be difficult for him to keep the Elemental Shield intact under the attack of two Flaming Storms and a Chilling Touch. If he was unlucky, he might lose this competition completely.
"Sigh …" Lin Li sighed softly. He waved his hand to disperse the Wind Blade that he had prepared earlier, and added an Elemental Shield for himself at the same time. It was because he knew that he did not have enough time. Even though he had compressed the casting time of the three spells, the speed was still slightly slower. When the second Flaming Storm was launched, the Arcane Wall had already lost its effect. The seemingly earth-shattering flames were actually just blasted on another Elemental Shield …
After a thrilling exchange, both parties were back at the same starting line.
Lin Li's estimation was right. Just as the Elemental Shield was up, three Icicles whizzed out amidst the flames and thick smoke.
"Country bumpkin, you're dead!" Gryffindor walked out of the thick smoke with a livid face after using the three Icicles to force his opponent to retreat.
It was no wonder that Gryffindor was so angry. He looked like a completely different person now. His finely crafted robe had long been burned into a mess by the flames and thick smoke. It looked wrinkled and torn, as if it had just been taken out from a rubbish dump. His face was green and purple, and there was a lot of dust on his nose. Even a clown in a circus would look better than him now.
How could the prideful Gryffindor tolerate such an insult? He really wanted to squash this country bumpkin from Jarrosus like an ant.
In fact, he had the confidence to do so.
It seemed like the other party had the upper hand in the thrilling exchange just now, but Gryffindor knew very well that it was just an accident. His mistake was that he did not think that a person who was affected by the Mana Retroaction could actually control him. But it did not matter. An accident was an accident because it did not happen often. It was enough once. He would not fall for it again. Putting aside the element of accident, the difference in strength between both parties was obvious. He was an Archmage who was at the peak of level-15. He only needed one more step to break through level-16 and reach the realm where he could use the Four-element Shield.
Furthermore …
Gryffindor knew very well that this step might seem unattainable to others, but to him, it was something he could take at any time. There was no other way. Who asked his mentor to be the Legendary-mage Rosen …
This rookie Archmage who had broken through to level-15 by luck would not even dream of someone being able to increase his strength by one level out of thin air. Gryffindor was suddenly filled with anticipation. He wanted to see how interesting the expression on that annoying face would be when he exerted his level-16 strength. Would it be horror or despair, pain or confusion …
When he walked out of the thick smoke, Gryffindor began to recite a spell.
"Sh * t …" Hearing the strange syllables coming from afar, Lin Li immediately knew that something was wrong. This was because he could clearly hear that the spell that Gryffindor was reciting was actually made up of the High Elves Print!
To a real mage, the High Elves Print was probably the most commonly used language other than the common language. In fact, in most magic spells, there would be a few key characters written in the High Elves Print. Even someone like Lin Li, who had only started learning magic halfway, had already mastered a few commonly used characters. What more Gryffindor, who was known as the number one mage genius of Felan?
However, it was the first time Lin Li had heard of a spell that was made up entirely of the High Elves Print. This could only mean one thing — the power of this spell was definitely far beyond that of a normal level-15 spell! Lin Li's reaction was extremely fast. Almost at the moment when he realized the severity of the problem, he had already opened the Ring of Endless Storm with one hand. A bottle of Multicolored Potion that he had prepared beforehand was taken out …
Then, there was a sudden intense magical wave in the Aurora Square.
"F * ck, Gryffindor actually broke through to level-16!" The audience exclaimed one after another. Almost all the mages had their eyes wide open. No one had expected that Gryffindor would actually break through the boundary of an Archmage at this time and in such a way!
"F * ck, how is this possible?" Hoffman's eyes were so wide that they almost fell to the ground. He stood up from his seat abruptly. Because he was too agitated, the fat on his round face was trembling violently. He could not believe that a mage in his twenties could actually have the power of level-16!
Perhaps only those who truly understood the levels of magic would know that the difference between level-15 and level-16 was actually a world of difference. Apart from mastering the Levitation Spell, a level-15 Archmage was actually not much stronger than a Magic Shooter who was at the peak of level-14. However, once one broke through to level-16, this difference would be infinitely magnified. This was because at level-16, one could learn four symbolic spells. The Source Shield of various elements that mages called the perfect defense was one of them!
"It's over, it's over. I'm really going to lose this time …" Even Hoffman, who trusted Lin Li the most, could not help but feel disheartened at this moment. The difference between level-15 and level-16 was already not something that could be made up for with spellcasting techniques. Now, the only thing he could hope for was that Lin Li had brought along a potion that was strong enough to allow him to withstand the bombardment of a level-16 spell …
But to be honest, this hope was really very, very slim …
Just as the audience was exclaiming, the magic staff in Gryffindor's hands also started to emit a dazzling light. Endless ice magical element filled the entire Aurora Square in an instant. That kind of bone-chilling cold could even be felt by the mages who were far away.
In an instant, a white expanse of freezing air whizzed across the Aurora Square. It brought along pieces of goose feather-sized snowflakes that swirled and floated down from the sky.
"Thousand Miles of Ice!" There was another exclamation from the audience.
Even among the level-16 spells, the Thousand Miles of Ice was definitely one of the most overbearing ones. Once that kind of extreme freezing air erupted, it could freeze everything in an instant. The scariest thing was that before reaching the Legendary-realm, the Thousand Miles of Ice was the only large-scale destructive magic. This was not a joke. In a battle of thousands of people, the Thousand Miles of Ice could instantly turn the tables. When facing this magic, even many powerhouses of level-17 or 18 could not help but feel a little fearful, not to mention a young mage in his twenties.
"It's over …" Hoffman closed his eyes with a pale face.
Herza, who was beside him, also shook his head and sighed softly. "What a pity …"
In the howling wind, wherever the freezing air passed, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness. In an instant, large pieces of broken ice could be seen flying up, and the crisp cracking sounds could be heard incessantly. That was the sound of the stone slabs on the Aurora Square being frozen and cracked. In this instant, even the air seemed to have been frozen.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene, and no one made a sound. As a result, the Aurora Square, which was abnormally noisy just now, had suddenly become abnormally quiet.
Gryffindor held his magic staff tightly with one hand. Because he had forcefully broken through to level-16, there was more or less fatigue on his handsome face. However, other than fatigue, there was more elation and satisfaction. To him, getting rid of that mage from Jarrosus was the most important thing, even if forcefully breaking through to level-16 would cause him to be in a weak state for a long time …
Anyway, Matthias was also a piece of trash. Even if he was in a weak state, he could still easily get rid of him. Hence, it did not matter if it would affect the next match or not.
Although the freezing air of the Thousand Miles of Ice had dissipated, the sky full of snowflakes was still floating non-stop. In the angry howling wind, an ice sculpture stood quietly in the middle of the Aurora Square.
"How is it, Mage Felic? The feeling of being frozen doesn't feel good, right?" Gryffindor stood in front of the ice sculpture and laughed especially heartily. That feeling was like a fly that had been flying beside his ear for a long time, and was finally slapped down by him. Gryffindor seemed to have become more talkative. Although he knew that his opponent, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture, could not hear what he was saying, he still stood there stubbornly and muttered to himself, "Mage Felic, it's really a pity. It wasn't easy for you to enter the top three, but you can't return to Jarrosus alive. I really feel sorry for you, but you can only blame yourself. It's not that I didn't give you a chance, but you didn't know how to appreciate it. You thought that you could go against me, Gryffindor, just because you were a little smart. Pfft, who do you think you are? You're just a little mage from the countryside, and you actually want to fight with me for the new guild president? You'd better go to hell and continue dreaming … "
"Aldwin, quick … Quick, stop this little bastard!" Macklin panted as he went up to the VIP seats, and anxiously urged the President, "If anything happens to Felic, then …"
This time, the old man was really anxious. He was very clear about the power of the Thousand Miles of Ice. Even if Aldwin had already set up four Master-level mageweaths, and even if that kid Felic had an Elemental Shield, that was still the most overbearing level-16 magic. Once he was frozen for more than a minute, even the incarnation of a god would not be able to save him.
If Felic died here, Macklin would be the first to be unlucky. That old man Andoine was not easy to talk to. Who knew what he would do when he went crazy? Oh yes, there were also the two old fellows from the Pharmacists Guild. Macklin remembered clearly that before the competition started, Grimm Burnside had sent someone to bring a message that President Balbo had something to discuss with Mage Felic from your guild …
F * ck, your guild …
God knew how long it had been since Macklin heard this word from the people of the Pharmacists Guild …
Even if Macklin used his knees to think, he would be able to figure it out. When this kid went to participate in the gathering, he most likely made friends with Balbo through some unknown means. What if something happened to this kid and caused the Pharmacists Guild to suddenly turn hostile? If the supply of potions that had been supplied for more than a thousand years was suddenly cut off, not to mention Macklin, the entire Guild of Magic would become a sinner!
"This …" Aldwin hesitated a little. Honestly, he was really in a difficult position. How could he not know what Macklin was worried about? It was just that the two of them were in different positions, which led to the two of them considering the problem from different angles. Macklin was considering the consequences of Felic's death, but Aldwin had to stand from the perspective of the president and consider the overall impact of his actions.
It was easy to stop Gryffindor, but what about after that? Should they still continue fighting in the finals?
Strictly speaking, his actions in the previous round had already affected the fairness of the competition. Fortunately, Garat was indeed not normal at that time. The overly powerful Undead Energy gave him a reason to make a move. But what about this round? What reason could he use to make a move in this round? Although Gryffindor was too ruthless, he did not do anything out of line from the beginning to the end. Even if he wanted to stop him, he had to consider the fairness of the competition. Otherwise, how could the competition continue?
However, Macklin's worries were not unreasonable …
Felic's background was too complicated, and there were too many things involved. If anything were to happen, it would be hard to explain to the Alanna Guild of Magic.
Just as Aldwin was hesitating, Sendros and Hoffman, who were seated in the VIP seats, stood up almost at the same time. One of them picked up the White Bone Staff, while the other chanted an incantation, condensing a thick black mist on his fat and thick palm.
These two people did not care about fairness. In terms of profession, one was a Necromancer, and the other was a Dark Conjurer. Neither of them were good people. In terms of status, one was the head of the Darkness Shrine, and the other was the decision-maker of the Glittergold Trade Union. They did not need to act according to the wishes of the Guild of Magic. In their eyes, how could Gryffindor and the fairness of the competition be more important than a genius pharmacist?
Unfortunately …
Just as the two of them stood up from the VIP seats, the situation in the center of the Aurora Square changed again.
"Cha … Cha … Cha …" There seemed to be a crisp sound in the roaring wind. Although the sound was soft and almost inaudible, it sounded like a clap of thunder in Gryffindor's ears …
In the midst of the crisp sound, a few cracks suddenly appeared on the ice sculpture. These cracks were like a plague, spreading continuously. In just a blink of an eye, the cracks became dozens of cracks, and then hundreds of cracks. A crystal clear ice sculpture seemed to be crawling with earthworms in an instant. Then, there was a muffled "boom", and the entire ice sculpture exploded in an instant. The ice shards splattered all over the sky, bringing along a hazy mist …
Gryffindor stood there with his mouth agape. He looked at the cracks on the ice sculpture, and then the ice sculpture exploded. He was dumbfounded. He could not believe what he saw. The mage from Jarrosus who was frozen by the Thousand Miles of Ice had actually escaped by himself. This was like seeing a ghost. The temperature of the Thousand Miles of Ice was close to zero degrees Celsius. Once it was frozen, it would be harder than steel. How could a human mage escape from it? What Gryffindor felt at this moment was as if he saw a beast that was caught in a trap and escaped by itself …
"Why, Mage Gryffindor, you seem to be very surprised?" Lin Li stood in the middle of the hazy water vapor, and his Rune Robe was covered in tiny ice shards. However, the smile on his face was unprecedentedly radiant. Although the momentary freeze brought about by the Thousand Miles of Ice almost cost Lin Li his life, it also allowed him to think through many things.
For example, Gryffindor's true strength.
Honestly speaking, when Gryffindor released the Thousand Miles of Ice, Lin Li was really shocked. He was very clear about the concept of a level-16 Archmage. The appearance of the four signature magic spells made level-16 the dividing line between Archmages. It was not an exaggeration to say that a level-15 Archmage would not even have the qualifications to challenge a level-16 Archmage. It would be more straightforward to admit defeat …
However …
When the Thousand Miles of Ice engulfed the Aurora Square, Lin Li suddenly realized that Gryffindor's strength should not be that strong. Otherwise, he could have released the Four-element Shield right from the start. Even if Lin Li had the Mana Retroaction and Arcane Wall, he would not be much of a threat to Gryffindor.
It could not be helped. The defense of the Four-element Shield was too strong. It was so strong that it could ignore most of the magic spells below level-16. If Gryffindor really had such strength, how could he have been forced into such a difficult situation at the start?
After this crucial link was unraveled, all the abnormalities immediately became reasonable.
That's right, Gryffindor must have used some method to forcefully increase his strength, just like Cromwell back then. He used the secret method of the High Elves to forcefully increase his strength to level-14. There was nothing to worry about. There was never a free lunch in this world. Everything was the same. Since Gryffindor forcefully increased his strength, he would definitely pay the price.
Hence, when Lin Li walked out of the hazy mist, he was abnormally relaxed.
"This … This is impossible!" Gryffindor's eyes stared at Lin Li. His whole body seemed to be immobilized. He stared at Lin Li for a full minute before he suddenly let out a hysterical scream.
"Nothing is impossible, Mage Gryffindor. Even a rooster can lay eggs. Why can't I escape from the Thousand Miles of Ice? "
"You …"
"Cut the 'you's'. If you have anything to say, save it for the grave …" Before Lin Li could finish his sentence, the Mana Retroaction was already completed in an instant.
Almost at the same time when the Mana Retroaction was released, Gryffindor also started his recitation. However, just as he spat out the first word, he suddenly felt that the mana in his body had been cut off in an instant. Following that, he only felt a scorching aura coming from the front. Gryffindor raised his head and saw a fireball the size of a washbasin with a long flame trail blasting towards him …
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