In the eyes of the Demstrand wizards, Allen's action was more like a taunt. They stared coldly at Allen, and Vassily pulled out his wand with an evil grin on his face. There were many other wizards who did the same. Many of them had a mocking look on their faces as they waved their wands in their hands. They gathered together and began to spread to every corner of the hall, forming a semicircle around Allen who was still at the entrance.
Allen's expression did not change as he slowly walked into the classroom. Seeing this, Vassily shouted loudly, and a cloud of black and green acid went straight for Allen's face. The magic spell hit an invisible shield in front of Allen, who was waving his wand lightly. As the shield created by the iron armor was contaminated and revealed a dark green color, the magic spell was quickly reversed and attacked a round-faced wizard who looked a bit like an owl on the right side of Vassily. His eyes were wide open, and he did not have time to react at all. The rebounded magic spell was like a sizzling poisonous snake. The closer it got to him, the fiercer the pungent smoke became. He felt that his eyes were stung and he could not open them.
The acid engulfed his entire body in an instant and swallowed him whole. The blind, fat, round-faced adept wailed in pain as he scurried around the classroom. Wherever he went, the little adepts in the classroom hurriedly avoided him.
In the midst of the chaos, Vassily saw that his magic spell had caused the misery of his companion. He let out a roar and waved his wand desperately. He could not wait to cast all the offensive magic spells he knew at once on Allen.
Carson Monte could not focus on the two who were still fighting. He quickly pushed the crowd aside and cast a spell to save the round-faced wizard. Although the strong acid was almost immediately neutralized by him, the wizard's whole body was severely burned. From the exposed parts of his body that were exposed through the burnt clothes, some of the thinner parts of his skin had been corroded to the bone. He lay on the ground moaning and twitching from time to time. It was obvious that he was in great pain.
Monte asked the two students who had the worst results in the duel to send him to the school doctor's office. Before they left, he whispered a few words in their ears. Although the two students did not want to miss the opportunity to teach Allen a lesson, they had to listen to the vice-principal. They used their wands to command the round-faced wizard to float up and leave the classroom.
The painful wails and groans disappeared into the corner. Carson Monte turned around. Through the open door and window, he saw that although Allen did not fight back, Demstrand's little wizards were continuously injured by his magic spells.
A black rope wrapped itself around a skinny adept, binding him tightly like a cocoon. A black snake wrapped itself around a male adept with a black mole on his forehead. The male adept held onto the snake's weak spot and struggled. An adept with a red face strangled his own throat, his eyes unfocused.
Carson Monte quickly ran to the crowd and shouted, "Do it! Don't hesitate! He said he wanted to challenge all of us, and he was serious! He's using magic spells to reflect your magic spells! "
The wizards, who had learned their lesson, used the various obstacles in the training room to run and avoid Allen's attacks. This was indeed very effective. At least, Allen kept praising it in his mind. Compared to the one-on-one duels in the United Kingdom, which were full of rituals and etiquette, Demstrand could use some more offensive black magic. The setting of the duel was also like a real duel, filled with all kinds of obstacles.
Magic spells flew at Allen from all directions in the classroom. Alan walked confidently towards the classroom. As he waved his wand at an extraordinary speed, the colorless Iron Armor Spell reflected the colors of the spells that were attacking him. Alan blocked most of the spells and continued to walk forward slowly. However, there were still some spells that hit him from a tricky angle.
When the junior wizards saw that some magic spells had successfully hit Allen, they were overjoyed. But gradually, their smiles froze on their faces, and they became confused and frightened. The magic spells were like water droplets flowing into the sea, without a trace of a ripple. At first, they thought that Allen was holding on, but then they realized that these magic spells had no effect, as if they had hit the skin of a manticore with a human head.
One reason was that the magic spells that Allen had chosen to miss were not very powerful. Another reason was that Allen had been absorbing souls to nourish himself for a long time. The magic spells used by the minors were not strong enough to break through his growing magic resistance. In order to test his magic resistance, Allen did not even activate the defensive function of his robe. Instead, he chose to gradually increase the level of the magic spells that hit him.
For a moment, Allen was like a shepherd herding Demstrand and the other seventh-grade students.
"I can't let a student from Hogwarts defeat everyone in my class with just Iron Armor Spell!" Carson realized that his opponent's ability had far exceeded his expectations, but the result was even more unacceptable. "This bastard, don't fight on your own. Attack together!"
Dense spells continued to be cast at Allen. Even Carson no longer held back and began to cast magic spells at Allen.
"Then I won't hold back." In an instant, the slightly dim classroom was illuminated by Allen's amazing magic power. Carson raised his wand and stood behind the students, staring blankly as they fell one by one to Allen's magic spells.
A spell that was far more powerful than normal, capable of sending people flying far away, flashed red as it shot out from his wand, causing the victims to crash into their companions who were preparing to cast their spells. Meanwhile, blazing flames shot out from his palms, stopping the large male sorcerers who had given up on casting their spells and wanted to rush over and fight him in a melee. What's more, the opponent was using some unknown method to cast two spells at the same time. Vassily, who no longer had the arrogance from before, was hiding behind the bunker in the duel room with a panicked expression. He thought he had dodged a bullet, but when the bunker was blown up by the explosive spell, he was imprisoned in place by the petrification spell. Then, the students around him fell to the ground, wailing in pain. Because of Allen's spell of ten thousand bullets, the fragments of the bunker shot out from the ground and continuously attacked the surrounding targets. The unlucky Vassily couldn't even protect his vital parts at this time because he was petrified.
Some students began to flee the classroom out of fear. The two students who had been sent by Carson to send the round-faced male sorcerer to seek medical treatment were summoned. The other students who had rushed into the classroom were frozen in place by the large-scale Frost Spell and were knocked to the ground by the cowards who wanted to leave the classroom. Their curses when they rushed into the classroom turned into the sound of chattering teeth due to the cold.
The last ones to enter the classroom were the professors who had heard the news. Some old wizards who did not belong to Harris' faction wanted to stop this newborn calf. However, Allen Harris was older than them in some ways. Unlike last year's Goblet of Fire where he liked to cast all kinds of powerful spells, Abel could use these ordinary magic spells with great precision. They immediately knew that they could not defeat this person. The spacious dueling classroom was filled with the sound of chanting spells. One by one, the students left the classroom as quickly as they came. When they carefully cast the Iron Armor Spell and left with the students who seemed to be seriously injured, many people respectfully saluted to Alan because of the school spirit of worshiping the strong.
In the end, there was only silence in the classroom. The only sound was the sound of flowing water after the Frost Spell failed. The classroom lost its magic light because of the damage. Allen cast a Fluorescent Spell, and the tip of his metal wand emitted a soft light. The battle only lasted for a few minutes, but in Carson's dizzy mind, he felt like he had stayed in this horrible place for a lifetime.
"Do you want to continue? Vice-Principal Monte? "Allen turned to Carson Monte, the only one who was still standing on the field.
Compared to before, the vice-principal shook his head subconsciously. Then, his eyes widened, and he realized that he had lost long ago.
Allan tidied up his robe and took down the camera above the door of the teacher's room. "Then, please allow me to excuse myself. I have to go back to get my luggage. I hope I can come in time for afternoon tea."
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