"I can answer your questions now." Lin Li still had a smile on his face, but the murderous glint in his eyes was the same as when he was on the steps of the Emerald Tower. Cromwell had no doubt that the other party would kill him with a raise of his hand. "First of all, I am indeed a pharmacist. As for my potions …"
Lin Li looked back at the place where he had fallen. An empty glass bottle was lying there quietly. Not long ago, it had been filled with the Potion of the Sages.
Until now, he was still glad for his decision. Fortunately, he had concocted a bottle of the Potion of the Sages before the duel …
When the Aether Staff released a huge amount of magical energy, Lin Li did not hesitate at all. He took out the Potion of the Sages from his pocket and drank it. The black lotus petals were extremely precious, but no matter how precious they were, they were never more important than his life.
The moment he drank the Potion of the Sages, Lin Li completely grasped everything that would happen in the next ten seconds. It was a feeling of insight into everything. Not only did he know that Cromwell was about to release a level-nineteen spell, but he also knew that the power of this spell came from the level-eighteen magical crystal. He even knew that the recitation time of this spell was ten seconds …
Therefore, everything after that became extremely simple.
In fact, Lin Li only did two things in those ten seconds.
The first thing was to walk over.
The second thing was to use the gold rod to touch the level-eighteen magical crystal.
The gold rod, plated with deep silver, completely restored the level-eighteen magical crystal to its most basic magical essence almost in an instant. How could Cromwell, a level-fourteen Magic Shooter, support a near-legendary spell after losing the huge source of mana?
Under the terrifying countercharge of the spell, his mana collapsed almost instantaneously, and he became a completely useless man.
The almost miraculous scene in the eyes of the audience was actually that simple.
A bottle of potion and a gold rod had completely turned Cromwell into a useless man.
"Well, Mage Cromwell, I've answered your question. Now it's your turn to answer mine." Lin Li stared into Cromwell's eyes. "Where are Mr McGrenn and Ina now?"
Cromwell shrank back subconsciously as soon as he met Lin Li's gaze. Without the protection of magic, he was worse than a pitiful worm. At this time, his expression was dull and his eyes were shrinking. Where was the previous high-spirited look? How was he like a level-14 Magic Shooter?
"You don't have much time left, Mage Cromwell." Cromwell's silence made Lin Li frown. He did not like to extort confessions.
"They … should be in the dungeon of the Merlin Family …" Cromwell swallowed with difficulty. As soon as the words left his mouth, he found that his voice was so dry.
"Oh, thank you."
Lin Li still had a warm and polite smile on his face, as if he was talking about the weather with an old friend. But in the next moment, an icicle had already shot out from his hand and pierced through Cromwell's chest …
Lin Li was not Cromwell. He did not need to humiliate the other party, nor did he need to vent. As for whether the defeated Cromwell would beg for mercy, Lin Li was even less interested in caring.
For him, this was just a duel, and the purpose of the duel was to kill his opponent.
If it were not for the sake of asking about the whereabouts of McGrenn and his daughter, he would not even be interested in talking to Cromwell.
There was no shrill scream, no dying curse. There was only a "plop", and then Cromwell fell straight down. It was not until then that he understood what Lin Li meant by "you don't have much time left" …
The moment Cromwell fell, Old Merlin closed his eyes in pain.
The hundreds of spectators in the stands felt a chill rising from their backs almost at the same time …
This young Magic Shooter named Felic was too terrifying. He endured in a disadvantageous situation and remained calm in an advantageous situation. After completely mastering the situation, he would not give the enemy a chance. The icicle that killed Cromwell was clean and tidy, without any hesitation.
If possible, they would never want to be enemies with such a person.
After a brief silence, there was a thunderous applause.
Except for Old Merlin, everyone stood up from their seats and gave the warmest applause to the winner of the duel.
"Well done!" Gerian was even more excited like a child, jumping and shouting high up in his seat. His chubby face was full of an ecstatic smile, as if he had won the duel himself.
"Congratulations, President Gerian." There was a hint of joy on Ysera's fair face. He turned back to shake hands with Gerian, and then clapped excitedly at Lin Li.
"Congratulations." Reuben's words had always been short, but there was still a hint of excitement in his voice that could not be concealed.
"Hahahaha, same to you!"
Compared to the low profile of the two, Gerian's laughter was extremely arrogant. Almost half of the square could hear his broken gong-like voice.
Hearing Gerian's words of congratulations, the smiles on the faces of the two patriarchs deepened. This meant that Gerian had recognized their identity as allies. After this duel, the Guild of Magic's domination of Jarrosus was unstoppable. In the future, the major forces in Jarrosus would no longer compete on who was stronger, but who had a closer relationship with the Guild of Magic.
And the two families that were the first to lean on the Guild of Magic would undoubtedly have an absolute advantage in this comparison.
In the midst of the thunderous applause, Castellan Isaac's voice was clearly heard by everyone.
"Now, as an impartial person, I announce that the winner of this duel is — Felic of the Guild of Magic!"
Isaac's voice completely ignited the atmosphere in Daylight Square. Whether it was the rich businessmen, celebrities, or the leaders of many forces, they all shouted the winner's name at the same time, paying tribute to the winner of the duel in this way.
"Winner — Felic!"
Jarrosus was a city that worshipped the strong. At this moment, except for Old Merlin, everyone put aside the factors outside the arena and the grievances between them. There should only be one protagonist in Daylight Square, and there should only be one voice — Felic of the Guild of Magic!
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