Caesar was sure that there was a mole in the Student Union for this guy. The young master of the Andrea Family swore to find this maggot after the ball. On the other side, after Rob unhurriedly took out the gauntlet, Leo and Grant looked at each other and saw a trace of disbelief in each other's eyes.
This thing is that guy's so-called weapon? But isn't this thing just a protective gear?! Is this guy crazy? Is he planning to use this piece of scrap metal to deal with two mages?
At this time, there was a burst of ridicule and sarcasm. However, the quasi-magus Your Honor turned a blind eye to these sarcasm and sarcasm. He put the silver gauntlet on his right hand, moved his fingers a little, and then nodded to the two opposite him. "Okay, I'm ready. You can make your move now."
Is this guy here to be funny? Grant found that he seemed to admire this guy's sense of humor a little. Melee classes were naturally at a disadvantage when fighting with mages. The most correct way to fight was to attack without saying a word like Lolo did just now and try to seize the initiative with all her might. But now, this guy acted out of character and put on a look of "I'll stand here and wait for you to make your move first". Grant didn't know where he got his confidence from. This guy was not even a professional, and as long as they released a magic shield first, they would always be in an invincible position. The poor attack power of a non-professional swordsman would never be able to break the defense of the magic shield, and the next battle would be without suspense.
"Tsk tsk, are the new swordsman students so ignorant nowadays?" Grant sneered. "Why don't I help you borrow another sword, lest you have to find excuses when you lose later?"
"No need. I haven't been learning swordsmanship for long. It's not good if I accidentally kill someone," the future supreme magus Your Honor said honestly.
However, when Grant heard this, he thought that the opponent was provoking him. His face became completely gloomy. "Hehe, you asked for it. Then don't blame me for being rude."
Not only did a Grade 2 Magician have to win, but he also had to win beautifully. As a dignified Magician, it would be shameful if the fight dragged on for too long against such a small fry. Therefore, Grant didn't even follow the steps in the battle manual to cast a defensive spell on himself. Instead, he raised his hand and cast a Fear spell.
The grade two mage naturally didn't choose this spell with good intentions. Although Spell of Fear was not as destructive as magic such as Wind Blade or Large Fireball, it was more vicious in this situation. Compared to hurting the opponent's body and making everyone see the scene of Rob crying and begging for mercy, turning him into a clown was undoubtedly a better way to win the favor of the young master of Andrea Family.
Unfortunately, reality wasn't always as beautiful as he imagined it to be. Rob didn't even bother to dodge when faced with Fear. With the mental strength of a quasi-magus, this kind of low-level mental magic didn't even have the effect of tickling him.
Rob smiled at the grade two mage who was dumbstruck. In the next moment, his figure also moved. However, there was indeed a long way to go before he could become a grade one swordsman. Therefore, his movement speed was only slightly faster than the average person. At this moment, there was still a distance between the two. According to Rob's current speed, the time it would take for him to reach the opponent was enough for Grant to cast another spell.
The grade two mage was stunned, as if he didn't understand why his first attack had failed. However, seeing that his opponent was rushing towards him, he didn't have the time to ponder over this problem. He hurriedly prepared the next spell.
For the second spell, Grant was obviously much more cautious. He chose Paralysis. He still had a certain level of strength, especially in terms of actual combat. As the vice minister of the disciplinary department, his experience was richer than most of the students of Siamus. Although he didn't know why his first attack had failed, he decisively gave up on using mental magic for his second attack.
The incantation for Paralysis was very simple. The grade two mage quickly completed the incantation. However, afterwards, he shockingly discovered that he actually couldn't lock onto the target. Paralysis was a type of single target attack spell that required a clear target to be cast. The process of locking onto the target was very simple and didn't take long. Therefore, the situation of failing to lock onto the target was actually quite rare.
Especially this guy in front of him. His speed clearly wasn't fast, but why was he able to escape his lock? Was it because of luck?
Other than this, there didn't seem to be any other explanation. Fortunately, Grant's incantation speed wasn't slow. Even if he failed the first time, there was still enough time for him. Thus, the grade two mage quickly locked onto the target a second time.
This time, Grant was especially careful. He took a deep breath and aimed for a long time before starting to lock onto the target. The entire process took less than a second, but just as the lock was about to be completed, something unexpected happened again. His opponent's figure unexpectedly changed direction, like a swimming fish, once again escaping his lock.
What … What the hell? The grade two mage's eyes widened. He could be considered a person who had experienced hundreds of battles, but he had never encountered such a strange situation before. He had clearly completed the incantation, but he couldn't lock onto the target no matter what. Seeing that his opponent was getting closer and closer to him, Grant really began to panic this time.
The biggest taboo for a mage's frail and small body was being approached by others. At this moment, he didn't have much time left. The grade two mage hurriedly started another round of lock. In the end, because he was too flustered, the lock didn't succeed. Grant still wanted to try one more time, but unfortunately, he didn't have the chance anymore.
Previously, he was careless and didn't use any defensive magic. As a result, when Rob forced him to the front, he completely lost all ability to resist. This guy just now had so much fun talking and mocking him more energetically than anyone else. Naturally, the quasi-magus Your Honor wouldn't be polite with him. This punch landed solidly on his opponent's face, and the recoil made his knuckles ache.
And Grant, who was hit, was even more miserable. Mages' small bodies were notoriously fragile. The latter didn't even have the chance to scream before he flew out like a dead fish. He slid on the ground for six to seven meters, knocking over four or five tables. His eyes rolled back and he directly fainted.
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