Amy's performance in the first round stunned the audience, so in the second round, almost the entire broadcast screen was showing her in the arena.
Her second opponent was a fifth-level water mage.
When the match started, the opponent was sent flying before he could finish his first magic spell.
The aesthetics of violence were vividly displayed by Amy.
It even gave people the illusion that a knight had run into a magic arena to bully the weak.
Aggrieved?
Yes, the mage who was sent flying felt aggrieved.
But they couldn't say anything.
Rather than being defeated by a three-and-a-half-year-old knight, it was more acceptable to be defeated by a three-and-a-half-year-old mage.
Crassus hadn't fought in front of people for many years, and the school of melee magic had gradually declined. It was even regarded as a short-lived product in the magic world.
But now, everyone once again felt the fear of being dominated by melee magic.
"Papa, I want to learn this too!"
"Papa wants to learn it too, but it's not something you can learn just because you want to."
"I think I can't make a fireball. Maybe I can try making magic. After all, I'm pretty good at wielding a wooden club."
"I like this little girl so much. She's so cool!"
The audience was completely won over by Amy and showed great interest in melee magic.
On the other side, Kassadin used a wind blade to force his opponent out of the battle zone and won easily again.
"Wow, look at that person bullying children again. Shameless!" someone shouted.
Kassadin's face suddenly darkened.
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I'm f * cking having a mental breakdown …
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In the following matches, Amy didn't meet any particularly strong opponents, and she also showed everyone the aesthetics of violence as a mage.
Who said that mages couldn't ignite in a fight?
Amy's appearance broke this setting!
The scene of her club hitting the flesh and sending the opponent flying back more than ten meters was not as grand as the scenes of magic clashing in other arenas, but the record of finishing each match in the shortest time was unbroken.
Everyone knew what such an efficient fighting style meant. If it was a battle of life and death, her opponent would have died before he could cast any magic.
Before she knew it, Amy had won seven matches in a row.
And this round of the elimination round had entered the round of 64 to advance to the top 32.
This match was the last match of the day, and it was also the deciding match for the final round.
Apart from a few lucky ones, those who were still on the field were basically mages at the pinnacle of level-six to level-seven.
The magicians couldn't hide their exhaustion. After seven consecutive battles, their opponents were getting stronger and stronger. Almost everyone had used all their strength to stand here, and their magic power consumption was enormous.
However, everyone's eyes were brimming with fighting spirit. This was the last match of the day. As long as they could win this match, they would be able to enter the top 32 and obtain a ticket to the Magus Tower.
This was a great temptation for rogue cultivators and Magicians who came from magic families.
Even if he couldn't make it into the top 32, as long as he displayed his potential and strength in battle, there was a chance that the Magus Tower would take a liking to him.
Everyone would do their best in this battle.
The petite and cute Amy stood in the crowd, looking weak and pitiful.
However, after watching her smash seven sorcerers out of the arena, no one thought of her as a weak and pitiful baby anymore.
When you looked down on her, she was the kind of Amy who could teach you a lesson.
"Your Excellency, your one million has become twenty million. Do you want to continue betting?" The butler carried a box over to Abraham's side with an excited expression.
"Yes, of course! But there's no need to follow the matches one by one. Just bet everything on Amy to become the champion. "Abraham waved his hand.
"Champion?" The butler was taken aback. Although he knew that his master was extremely wealthy, this was still twenty million. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "My Lord, although the odds of betting on Miss Amy to become the champion are as high as one hundred times, the risk is still not small …"
"What are you afraid of? I've only taken out one million. Go, bet everything." Abraham waved his hand with a smile.
"Yes." The butler didn't say anything else and quickly left.
…
This round of matches was still decided by drawing lots. A flyball flew out from the stage, and the contestants ranked below thirty-two drew their numbers to obtain the list of matches.
"Number 0?" A young man in a white robe looked at the number in his hand with furrowed brows, and a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face.
"What a pity. Master must want to see me defeat Crassus' disciple with my own hands." A young man in a black sorcerer's robe looked at the number in the white-robed young man's hand with a wistful expression.
"Brother Albin has drawn Master Crassus' disciple!"
"Brother Albin just broke through to the 7th-tier not long ago and became an Advanced-tier magic caster."
"Brother Albin practices ice magic, while that little girl is most likely learning fire magic from Master Crassus. Looks like this is going to be an exciting battle between ice and fire."
"The venue for the top sixty-four matches has been expanded by ten times, giving the contestants ample space to perform. This isn't good news for melee magic casters."
"Is the melee magic caster stronger or the long-range magic caster stronger? This battle is going to decide who's stronger."
In the Magus Tower's spectator area, the magic casters were also engaged in heated discussions.
There was a huge disagreement about which was stronger between melee magic and long-range magic.
"Albin is slightly stronger than Kassadin. He will definitely win," Brent whispered to Richard.
Richard nodded slightly. Albin was the direct disciple of the sixth elder. There was no doubt about his talent and strength. Furthermore, he had the bloodline of the Magus Tower. Ordinary itinerant magic casters and family disciples couldn't compare to him.
Crassus' smug smile was especially glaring as he watched Amy make it to the top sixty-four.
If she made it to the top thirty-two, the whole world would know that Crassus had taken in a prodigy disciple who could crush all the other prodigies. He didn't want to hear that.
"The results of the draw are out. All contestants, please head to your respective venues and prepare for the battle!"
All the contestants headed to their respective venues, while the staff kindly guided Amy. The little girl was really too small, and the venue was too big. It was too difficult to find her own space.
"Wow, Big Brother, your clothes are so clean." Amy found her own venue, and her eyes lit up as she looked at Albin, who was standing in the distance.
Albin was thin and had a cold aura. Although he had gone through seven battles, his white clothes were still spotless. They were indeed very clean.
"I am Albin." Albin nodded slightly. Although his opponent was a little girl, he still maintained his politeness.
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