"Number 0, victory!"
The referee was also stunned for a while before announcing loudly.
"This kid's strength is actually so terrifying!"
"What is this? Could this be the legendary melee magic? "
"What a powerful strength! She actually sent such a big magic caster flying with a single blow! "
After a moment of silence, there was an uproar.
No one expected the situation to change so quickly. The host had just announced the start of the competition, and there were even some magic casters channeling their magic, and the battle here had already ended.
That powerful earth magic caster became the best backdrop. The ground was full of gravel and yellow soil, as well as the smoke that had yet to disperse, making this feeling of shock even more intense.
"This little girl is actually so powerful." Andre's face also showed some surprise. He was also stunned by Amy's performance. He turned to look at Crassus, and said, "Crassus, your good disciple has really inherited your melee magic perfectly."
"You flatter me, Your Majesty." Crassus smiled, and could not hide the smugness on his face.
Richard's face was a little dark. He never expected Crassus' disciple to be able to finish off that earth magic caster with a single blow.
A little fellow who had only learned magic for half a year already had such powerful strength. This talent was more than just monstrous.
Brent was also in a daze at this time. For a moment, he could not accept the fact that the earth magic caster was so easily sent flying out of the battle area with a single blow.
"I …" Harvey wanted to cry but had no tears to shed as he looked at the little figure who was swinging her two pigtails and gradually disappearing into the distance. Hearing the discussions around him, he blacked out, and fainted.
"Carry him away." The referee waved his hand, and two people immediately came to carry Harvey away.
"She … How can she be so strong?" On the other side, Kassadin, who had sent a little kid out of the arena with a tornado, looked at the little figure who was jumping on the screen with a gloomy expression.
"Wow, look at that big guy in the junior team. He's also very strong."
"But why does this little kid look so young?"
"Yeah, a 7th-tier magic caster at this age is definitely a genius among geniuses. Why haven't I heard of him before? It feels like he's bullying a little kid. "
Kassadin, who had easily defeated his opponent, was also noticed by many.
Hearing the discussions, Kassadin blushed and lowered his head guiltily. After the referee announced the result, he quickly left.
He wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He shouldn't have lowered his age to join the junior division. If he won, he would be accused of bullying kids. If he lost, he would be bullied by kids.
Amy skipped back to the stage and picked up the wet handkerchief on the table to wipe her hands. Then, she picked up her chicken drumstick and took a bite. A satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face. "Sure enough, it's still warm."
Andre looked at Amy and said with a hearty smile, "Give her another ten drumsticks."
"Really?" Amy's eyes lit up, and she thanked him. "Thank you."
"Little Amy, well done." Crassus was also smiling as he looked at Amy. His precious disciple had given him a lot of face today. She had also given those who doubted melee magic a resounding slap in the face.
Once upon a time, many people were pessimistic about melee magic. They thought that he was the only one in the world who could exert the combat power of melee magic, and he could only do so with the help of powerful magic.
However, Amy was different. She was just a mage who had only been cultivating for half a year. She did not have a huge amount of magic power to support her, nor did she have a top-notch strength enhancement.
Her previous attack had shown her precise control of magic and amazing combat skills.
It seemed like an ordinary attack, but her grasp of timing and choice of angle were extremely ingenious.
This actually surprised Crassus a little. His combat style was bold and open. To put it bluntly, it was to break through all spells with brute force. There was not much technique to speak of. He relied on the instantaneous explosion of magic in melee combat to make his opponent unable to resist.
On the other hand, Amy was like a swordsman with exquisite swordsmanship. She could catch the opponent's weakness in battle and then deliver a fatal blow. This was something he could not teach Amy.
"Could it be … this is talent?" Crassus beamed. He felt more and more that his disciple was a treasure. His luck was really too good.
"Little Amy …" Vanessa looked at Amy with a smile.
"Here, take one." Amy, who had just received ten drumsticks, generously picked up a drumstick and handed it to Vanessa.
Her clean and clear gaze made Vanessa feel a little embarrassed. However, when her gaze fell on the oily drumstick, which was emitting hot steam and an enticing aroma, her throat involuntarily moved.
"Eat it. You loved drumsticks the most when you were little." Andre looked at Vanessa with a doting smile.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Vanessa's eyes lit up. She took the drumstick from Amy and took a small bite. Her eyes immediately curved into crescents.
Not all battles between magic casters could be resolved as neatly as Amy.
This was especially true for those who didn't have strong attack power but only knew how to defend. Battles between rookies would become especially difficult. Unless one side ran out of magic power, the battle would be very difficult to end.
The start of the second round depended on how long it took for the last person in the first round to finish their battle.
Those who could finish their battle quickly would have more time to rest. Those who barely made it to the next round after exhausting all their energy would have no time to rest before they had to battle the next magic caster.
Survival of the fittest. This was the cruel reality of the Magic Caster Tournament.
The Magic Caster Tournament was not only for the Empire to select and nurture talents, but also for the Magus Tower to earn three years' worth of operating funds. Tickets were required to enter the tournament.
It was said that a VIP seat that allowed one to directly watch the battles cost tens of thousands of copper coins.
And the seats before tomorrow's finals could be sold for hundreds of thousands of copper coins each.
Apart from that, there was also a real-time betting program that went along with the tournament. This was also an important source of income for the Magus Tower.
After all, this was a top level tournament that was held once every three years. Furthermore, there was the possibility of witnessing history and legends. Thus, this business had always been an important source of income for the Magus Tower. It was basically self-sufficient without relying on the Empire's finances.
"Little Boss is mighty!" Abraham, who was sitting in the front row, gnawed on a duck rack. He pulled out a stack of banknotes with his other hand and tossed it to the butler beside him. "Bet all of it on little Amy. Bet all of the money earned in each round on her."
"Yes." The butler took the banknotes worth over a million and quickly left.
"Little Boss, I have high hopes for you. I hope you can earn all the money you've earned in your life today. That would be great." Abraham chuckled.
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