However, he soon endured it again and again.
The Pyroblasts hit the Water Shield one after another until it was on the verge of collapse. In order to maintain the Water Shield, Gryffindor had no choice but to use a large portion of his mana. As a result, an eight-second recitation of Thunderbolt took up a full minute. During this period of time, Gryffindor had been enduring the indiscriminate bombardment of the Pyroblasts …
Every time the Pyroblasts exploded on the Water Shield, Gryffindor could only comfort himself that it was nothing. Let him be arrogant for a while. He would be in trouble when his mana was depleted. Thus, Gryffindor kept waiting, waiting for the moment when his mana was depleted …
But …
Gryffindor soon realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined. The mana of this Jarrosus country bumpkin seemed to be inexhaustible. Ever since he broke out of the ice, he had been bombarding himself with Pyroblasts. One minute passed, two minutes passed, all the way until now, a full three minutes had passed. He did not even stop reciting. Roughly estimating, the number of Pyroblasts that exploded on his body was at least more than 20 …
The audience was in an uproar. Almost everyone was shouting loudly.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
"Come on, lad! Another one, another one!"
These cheers sounded orderly and rhythmic, just like a well-trained cheerleading team. The atmosphere of the entire Aurora Square was completely ignited by these 20 Pyroblasts. Everyone was immersed in shock and excitement. Before the competition started, no one would have thought that they would have the chance to become the witness of history.
Look, a mage who was not even 20 years old had blasted out 20 Pyroblasts. Just this feat alone was enough to make him famous in the history of Anril magic. Everyone could even imagine that many years later, when every mentor was teaching their disciples about Pyroblasts, they would mention that a young Archmage named Felic had blasted out more than 20 Pyroblasts in one go in a place called the Aurora Square!
The mages who were immersed in shock and excitement did not have the time to care about Gryffindor's feelings. At this moment, Mage Felic was everything. He was the most dazzling star in the entire Aurora Square. Thousands of mages were helping him count the number of Pyroblasts and saluting him with applause and cheers.
At this time, even Herza, who was supposed to remain neutral, stood up with a face full of anticipation. Hoffman, who was beside him, even leaned half of his body out of the VIP seats, cheering loudly and clapping for the young mage with all his might …
"Damn it, are you still human?" Gryffindor really wanted to vomit blood. This Felic was too sick. He did not even take a breath when he blasted out 20 Pyroblasts. He was still reciting incantations leisurely and releasing basin-sized fireballs with just a raise of his hand …
The entire competition was like a performance by him alone. He kept reciting and casting spells, blasted out Pyroblasts one after another, and Gryffindor could only be like a clown, trying his best to prevent the Water Shield from being blasted open. Occasionally, he would launch a counterattack, but it was just scratching an itch. The only effect was probably to cause a circle of ripples on the Elemental Shield …
Gryffindor really could not understand how a normal human could do such a sick thing no matter how much he thought about it. The consumption of Pyroblasts was so high that it was almost equivalent to two Flaming Storms. Even many Archmages above level-16 would not dare to use this spell to forcefully blast open the shield, not to mention this young mage who had not even broken through level-16.
So much so that Gryffindor even secretly suspected that this fella had brought some mana recovery equipment with him.
But, that was not right. Even if it was mana recovery equipment, it could not be this powerful. This was a continuous Pyroblasts. Unless it was a real artifact, what equipment could recover so much mana?
When the 20th Pyroblast was blasted out, Gryffindor was really in despair …
He could not understand how an ordinary trial competition could reach such a stage. What was the f * cking background of this Jarrosus country bumpkin? How could he be so sick? Not only did the Thousand Miles of Ice not kill him, he could even release Pyroblasts instantaneously. Alright, so be it. I'll just bear with it. But, it seemed that the instantaneous release was not enough. He blasted out another 20 Pyroblasts in one go …
F * ck, are you purposely messing with me?
Gryffindor was almost driven crazy. One Pyroblast after another seemed like it would never stop. Even with Gryffindor's Water Shield, he felt a little overwhelmed. But, the other party did not have the slightest intention to stop. Not only did he not want to stop, but he also blasted more and more ferociously …
Indeed, the other party's casting speed was getting faster and faster.
The mages in the audience might not have felt it, but Gryffindor, who was in the center of the storm, could clearly feel that the Jarrosus country bumpkin's casting speed was getting faster and faster. In the beginning, he needed seven seconds to complete a spell. Now, he could blast out a Pyroblast in less than five seconds. At least one-third of the recitation time had been compressed. It made Gryffindor want to bang his head against the wall and die …
F * ck, you're so good at beating me up?
"Are you f * cking human or not?" Gryffindor was surrounded by flames. He really wanted to die. It was laughable that he had thought of using Mental Control to deplete his mana like how he did with Mason, and then slowly ravage him after his mana was depleted. Now, Gryffindor knew that he was really wrong …
F * ck, look at this bastard casting Pyroblasts as if they were eating or drinking. Does he look like he can deplete his mana?
Luckily, I did not deal with him like how I dealt with Mason. Otherwise, I would have lost all my face. Maybe I would have depleted all my mana to cast the Psionic Storm, and this bastard would still be casting Pyroblasts leisurely …
But, there was no point in saying anything now …
The only thing Gryffindor could do now was to try his best to keep the Water Shield from breaking. He allowed the other party to blast him with Pyroblasts one after another, and waited for his mana to be depleted amidst the brilliant flames …
The huge contrast between before and after was indeed full of irony.
At the start, he actually wanted to deplete this bastard's mana. This was like an ant trying to climb an elephant, but the elephant ended up climbing it instead. This bastard was really a pervert. He used a spell like Pyroblasts to exchange with his Water Shield. Although these two spells were level-15 and level-16 respectively, the consumption of mana was completely different. The consumption of replenishing the Water Shield was probably not even one-tenth of the consumption of Pyroblasts. No matter how he looked at it, it was a losing deal.
But this bastard was so shameless. He just wanted to use Pyroblasts to deplete his mana …
"F * ck, you have guts!" Gryffindor's face was ashen. He stared at Lin Li while panting. At the same time, he was trying his best to replenish the mana in the Water Shield. This time, he had made up his mind. Since his occasional counterattack would not have any effect, he might as well put all his limited mana into infinite wretchedness. I'm going to use the Water Shield to fight with you. Let's see how long you can last!
At the moment when he made this decision, Gryffindor's mind inexplicably came up with a sentence — life is like rape. Since you can't resist it, then enjoy it silently …
"This fella is smart …" Lin Li saw that Gryffindor was no longer reciting, and immediately guessed what he was thinking. He could not help but find it funny. It seemed that Gryffindor was not called the number one magic genius of Felan for nothing. He actually thought of such a wretched method …
But it did not matter. Although the consumption of Pyroblasts was huge, it was not a problem for him.
Even if it was a normal day, he could at least blast a hundred of them. Moreover, he had just drunk the Multicolored Potion today. That was a real Guru's Potion. Just a small bottle of it would immediately give him at least 10 seconds of magic immunity, and 10 seconds of level-15 magic. At the same time, the remaining effects of the potion would last for 10 minutes. It would continuously stimulate his mental strength, and increase the recovery rate of mana by 10 times …
To an ordinary mage, 10 times the recovery rate of mana was nothing. But how could an ordinary mage compare to his mental strength that even Andoine was envious of? It was no exaggeration to say that 10 times the recovery rate of mana was equivalent to being in a state of full mana at all times. In other words, in these 10 minutes, any magic that he released was equivalent to a state of no consumption. What was a Pyroblasts? If not for the fact that his magic level was not high enough, he would have released 100 Dragon Breaths to kill him …
It was a pity that Mason's mental strength was not strong enough. Otherwise, if he had given him a bottle of Multicolored Potion from the start, allowing him to be in a state of full mana for 10 minutes, he would not have been beaten up so badly by Gryffindor …
"Oh yes, I promised Mason that I would kill you!" The moment he thought of Mason, Lin Li's eyes turned red instantly. His recitation speed increased significantly, and the casting time that had been compressed to five seconds was compressed to four seconds again. In an instant, the Aurora Square was filled with muffled rumbling sounds. The heat brought by the Pyroblast was so hot that even the air seemed like it was about to be ignited.
Pyroblasts came one after another. At this time, Lin Li was just like a machine gun. The continuous Pyroblasts left a long trail of flames behind them. Often, when the first one exploded on Gryffindor's body, the second one had already lit up with a bright red glow in his hand …
"28, 29, 30 …"
"Another one, another one!"
"60!" As this crazy number came out from the mouths of the audience, the Water Shield on Gryffindor's body finally could not take the pressure anymore. It turned into a cloud of white water vapor in the beautiful flames …
"Alright, Mage Gryffindor. In your words, don't be anxious. This is just the beginning …" Lin Li held the Aether Staff in one hand and walked slowly towards Gryffindor who was lying on the ground with a mocking smile.
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