Gryffindor's face was pale. That Pyroblast not only broke the Water Shield, but it also caused serious damage to his body. Now, Gryffindor's left arm was hanging limply in front of his chest. His finely crafted robe had long been burnt into ashes. If not for the fact that his right hand was still tightly holding onto his magic staff, no one would have imagined that this pathetic beggar-like young man was the high-spirited top mage genius of Felan a few minutes ago …
Even Gryffindor himself had to admit that his current situation was indeed very bad. His left arm had been broken by the impact of the Pyroblast. Just moving it slightly would immediately bring about a heart-wrenching pain. The skin on his chest had been burnt to a large area. Almost every breath he took would cause Gryffindor to feel a burning pain. Apart from that, there were countless wounds of various sizes …
Gryffindor was very clear that the power of the Pyroblast was just that strong. If not for the Water Shield helping him to offset most of the damage and the protection of the four Master-level mageweaths that Aldwin had set up, he would have long been turned into ashes by the Pyroblast.
Furthermore, that was not the most terrible thing …
To Gryffindor, the depletion of mana was the most terrible thing. In fact, until now, he still could not believe that that fella called Felic could actually use a Pyroblast to deplete his mana. What the hell? 60 Pyroblasts? Was this bastard still human?
Gryffindor was not the only one who could not believe it. When Lin Li used a Pyroblast to break the Water Shield, the entire Aurora Square was in an uproar. Everyone was discussing the 60 Pyroblasts and the sudden rise of this young Archmage. Even Macklin and the others who already knew about Lin Li were rubbing their hands excitedly.
There was no choice. 60 Pyroblasts were really too sick …
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Macklin would not believe that there was such a sick thing in this world even if he was beaten to death. The mana consumed by 60 Pyroblasts was simply an astronomical figure. If it were an ordinary Archmage-level spell, it would be able to blast for a day and a night.
Such a huge amount of mana could only be described as terrifying …
On the other hand, Hoffman's eyes were already glistening, and he burst into laughter ungracefully.
"F * ck, what the f * ck are you laughing at …" Herza pursed his lips, his old face scrunched up. He knew what this damn fatty was laughing about. F * ck, he'd gotten his hands on tens of millions of gold coins. If it were him, he'd probably laugh even more ungracefully than him …
This damn fatty's luck is good …
Although there were still two matches left in the round-robin stage, even a blind man could see that this young mage from Jarrosus would definitely be the final winner of the finals. There was no helping it. This young man was too abnormal. So what if Matthias had been hiding his strength? No matter how strong he was, could he be stronger than an inhuman freak? Look at what that fella called Felic did just now. 60 Pyroblasts were blasted out, and he did not even take a breath. Just this terrifying mana alone was far from what Matthias could compare to. Not to mention Matthias, even he, who was close to the Legendary-realm, would not be able to do such a thing. 60 Pyroblasts, this was really too much …
"Hahahaha, Old Man Herza, you can be jealous of me all you want …" Hoffman laughed as if there was no one else around him, completely ignoring Herza's feelings.
"Hehe …" Herza laughed, not feeling angry at all. He thought to himself, I'm jealous of you, my a * s …
That's right, Hoffman had indeed won tens of millions of gold coins. But so what? It was nothing more than an insignificant number on top of the Glittergold Trade Union's already huge wealth. But what the Supreme Council had obtained was an out-and-out abnormal powerhouse!
At this time, Herza really wanted to remind the damn fatty beside him. Don't forget that this young man who blasted out 60 Pyroblasts was a member of the Jarrosus Guild of Magic. In other words, he was an out-and-out member of the Supreme Council. Moreover, after this finals, a new Guild of Magic would be handed over to him to manage. By then, as long as the Supreme Council was willing, they could use this young man's strength at any time. How could the benefits in between be comparable to tens of thousands of gold coins?
Damn it, how could the Glittergold Trade Union have such a stupid decision-maker? He had picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon, and yet he was still smiling happily. What the hell was he smiling for …
At this time, Lin Li had already walked in front of Gryffindor.
"I'm really sorry, Mage Gryffindor. I actually won by accident …" Lin Li smiled hypocritically.
"I'm warning you, you … You'd better not act recklessly. Hurting the guild's steward is a serious crime!" Gryffindor endured the pain in his body and subconsciously shrank back. Although he was threatening Lin Li, his face was full of fear. At this moment, even a fool could tell that he was only putting up a strong front but was actually weak inside …
"Is that so …" Lin Li stretched out his right hand with a puzzled expression. Without listening to him reciting any spells, he only felt the magical wave around him distort. Then, he saw a ball of flames rising from his right hand. Moreover, after doing all this, Lin Li was not in a hurry to release the Flaming Hands. He only controlled the flames to move around his palm while staring at Gryffindor. "That's great. I was just thinking about the consequences of hurting the guild's steward …"
"You …" The moment the flames rose, Gryffindor instantly felt his eyebrows twitch. His right hand that was protecting his chest could not help but tremble a few times. He never thought that what happened to Mason would happen to him so quickly …
"Relax, Mage Gryffindor. Don't be so nervous. You know, I don't like it when others hurt my friends …" Lin Li smiled warmly, but he did not hold back when he attacked. Just as the word "friends" came out of his mouth, a Flaming Hands had already landed. In an instant, there was only a soft sizzle, followed by a thick burnt smell of white smoke …
"Ah —" Gryffindor's shrill cry broke the silence of the Aurora Square. At this moment, Gryffindor felt as if a soldering iron had landed on his chest. Amidst the burning pain, there was a tearing pain. That feeling made Gryffindor want to die immediately.
Even the two referees who were hiding at the side could not help but frown. This was a repeat of the previous match. It was the same bloody and cruel scene, but the one being tortured was Gryffindor instead of Mason …
"Sigh …" Macklin, who was sitting at the VIP seats, could not help but laugh bitterly. This fella's temper had not changed at all. He was still as vengeful as before. If he suffered a small loss, he would definitely seek it back tenfold …
But then again, this little bastard Gryffindor was to be blamed for being blind. He had already advised him not to provoke Felic, but the little bastard refused to listen. He even used his status as a steward of the guild to pretend to be a big shot. Damn it, he deserved it. If he were to fall into Felic's hands, he would definitely suffer, you little bastard …
However, this little bastard was Rosen's disciple, after all. It seemed that old man Rosen was going to have a headache for a long time …
"F * ck, this fella looks like a gentleman. How can he be so ruthless when he attacks?" Hoffman was dumbfounded when he saw this bloody and cruel scene. He had always thought that this young pharmacist was a gentleman, but he did not expect him to be so violent and cruel when he attacked …
It was no wonder that Hoffman would think that way. Although Lin Li had gotten into two conflicts with others during the gathering, it was just a small matter. Be it Milo or Elin, they had not crossed his bottom line. Hence, it gave Hoffman the illusion that he was a cultured person …
"Gentleman …" Macklin, who was at the side, had sharp ears. When he heard this sentence, he almost choked to death on his own saliva.
Damn it, when did this fella become a gentleman?
A guy who broke the limbs of the heir of the Marathon Family just because Orrin was slightly injured, and a guy who almost beat Darian's nephew to death for the sake of his follower's injury … How could he be regarded as a gentleman? What a f * cking gentleman …
"How is it, Mage Gryffindor? How do you feel?" Lin Li asked Gryffindor with a smile as he shook his hand to extinguish the remaining flames between his fingers.
"What … What do you want?" Gryffindor was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. Upon hearing Lin Li's voice, he subconsciously shrank back.
"What do I want? Hehe, Mage Gryffindor, you're really humorous. You're still asking me what I want at this time … "Lin Li said with a smile. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he kicked Gryffindor's chest." You f * cking hurt two of my teammates in a row, and you still dare to ask me what I want? Alright, alright, I'll tell you what I want today … "
Lin Li was a person with the strength of a Smithing Guru. The strength of his kick was shocking. Not to mention that Gryffindor was seriously injured, even if he was at his peak, he would definitely be in deep trouble from the kick. Gryffindor's entire body arched like a shrimp on the ground. He held his stomach tightly with his right hand, and moaned in pain. Even the two referees nearby could not bear to watch.
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