Rage, panic, pain, indignation, grief … In the blink of an eye, five different expressions flashed across Hank's face. He then collapsed onto the ground and began to sob in agony as he clutched his nose.
The spell that he had just cast was interrupted and dissipated. Hank felt as if his nose had been smashed into nothingness by that mace, and he was unable to control his tears and cries of agony.
As for battle … He didn't even have that in his mind anymore!
He was knocked out … by a single mace?
The entire venue fell deathly silent. Everyone was looking at Amy, who was holding a staff that was twice as tall as her, with peculiar expressions on their faces.
They were all wondering what kind of spell Amy would use to counter Hank's attack, but never did they think that Amy would use such a simple and brutal method.
However, it had to be said that the mace had struck Hank's face, and he had collapsed onto the ground with a twisted expression. That was an indescribable sense of exhilaration, and all of the anger that he had suffered that morning had been completely vented.
"Did Hank lose?" All of the young magic casters from the Magus Tower were in a complete panic. George had only just recovered from his stupor, and now, Hank had been knocked out with a single mace. If he lost just like that, then no one on their side would be a match for Amy, and that would mean that they had lost the match.
"How could she have mastered melee magic to such perfection and power in just a month? Melee magic is a test of one's control over magic elements and coordination." Ebert stared at Amy with incredulity in his eyes. With his powers, he was able to see a lot of things. Regardless of whether it was the attack that had sliced through the vines or the mace strike that had knocked out Hank, he was completely astonished by Amy's ability to unleash spells over a short distance.
Even if he were to learn the same spell for a month, he still wasn't confident that he would be able to perform it better than Amy. After all, he was a 7th-tier magic caster, and had exceptional control over magic elements.
It had to be said that there were indeed prodigies in this world. In the face of such prodigies, age and hard work were laughable.
If that's the case, then our plan to humiliate the Crassus will most likely be for naught. The Magus Tower will become her stepping stone instead. Ebert looked at Amy with a complex expression. She had two great magic casters, Crassus and Julian, as her masters, and possessed such astonishing aptitude. He could already see a new star quickly rising in the magic world, perhaps even faster than the elven princess.
"So this is melee magic. It's like a magic knight. So cool!"
"Teacher, teacher, can we learn magic when we grow up? We want to learn melee magic as well. "
"If that's the case, doesn't that mean Chaos School has won the challenge match?"
"Amy, Amy," Amy said Amy's......
The silence only lasted for a short while before waves of cheers erupted from the audience. Some children even asked their teachers if they could learn melee magic, full of anticipation.
"This is great!" Grinton couldn't help but clench his fists with elation. They were going to be humiliated on this day, but Amy's appearance had completely turned the tables on them. They might even be able to win this match, which they had lost four years in a row.
"The outcome hasn't been decided yet, has it?" Novan also had a smile on his face. He looked at Amy's staff for a while before turning to Hank, who was still sprawled on the ground.
"Green fur monster, I told you to keep your cries down. It'll be bad if you scare the kids," Amy said with a serious expression.
Hank covered his nose as he sat up on his knees. He looked up at Amy with rage in his eyes. She had interrupted his spellcasting! If he had been able to unleash his Berserk Arrow Storm, then he would definitely be able to secure victory. However, he would rather die than lose to a half-elf brat.
"Magus Tower representative, do you concede?" Karpas asked.
"I don't accept!" Hank pushed himself up from the ground and raised his hand. A burst of green light appeared before him, quickly forming a spherical wooden shield that enshrouded him. He then began to chant the same Berserk Arrow Storm spell.
"You don't accept?" Amy's brows furrowed as she raised her staff again.
"Rip."
The wooden shield that had easily blocked the attacks of Klaus and the other two was instantly torn apart by the purple magic caster's staff as if it were made of paper. Then, the staff landed on his face. This time, the nosebleed spurted out in a more perfect parabola, and his cries were louder and clearer.
"Do you concede?"
"I don't accept!"
"Bam!"
"Do you concede?"
"I don't …"
"Bam!"
"Do you concede?"
"I …"
"Bam!"
"Waah … I … I haven't finished yet …"
"Bam!"
Amy looked down at Hank, who had already been reduced to a bloody pig's head, and shrugged apologetically as she said, "Sorry, I got carried away. But you should concede now, right?"
Hank knelt onto the ground and glared at Amy with resentment in his eyes. His body was trembling, and tears were flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.
This was the first time in his life that he had ever been humiliated like this.
However, it had already been proven that no matter what he did, there was no way for him to unleash the Berserk Arrow Storm spell before the staff landed on his face. A deep sense of despair engulfed him.
"Am I supposed to concede like this? Against a half-elf bastard? " Hank clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as his chest rose and fell violently. No, he couldn't do it. Conceding to a half-elf bastard was worse than killing him.
"Magus Tower representative, do you concede?" Karpas asked as he looked at Hank. The outcome of this match had already been decided. It was common knowledge in the magic world that melee magic casters were nightmares against long-range magic casters in close combat.
However, this match had witnessed the rise of the youngest melee magic caster in the world. Amy's melee magic had reached at least the 4th-tier, and her long-range magic had also reached the 4th-tier as well.
She was a four-year-old 4th-tier dual-cultivation magic caster, and the two matches today were enough to make her the most eye-catching prodigy in the magic world.
"Looks like he's too convinced to say anything. Look at how pitiful you are, so I won't hit you." Amy looked at Hank with a pitiful expression as she withdrew her wind fire wheels and landed back on the ground. She was just about to put away her magic caster's staff.
"Little brat! Go to hell! " Right at this moment, Hank suddenly pulled out a silver bead before hurling it toward Amy. A loud thunderclap erupted as a ball of lightning hurtled toward Amy at a speed that was almost too fast for the naked eye to follow.
"Look out!" The teacher standing not far away from Amy let loose a cry of alarm. Light flashed from his wand as he tried to conjure up a protective barrier, but there was no time for that.
"Bastard!" Crassus tossed his lunchbox to the side before disappearing from his seat in the blink of an eye.
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