"Loud and clear." The voice of the host of the stilt and barrel competition rang out again. This caused the noise in the arena to stop abruptly. Everyone wanted to know what was going on. "Next, we are about to see a glorious duel. The initiator of the duel is the duel master from the southwest valley of England — Godrick? Gryffindor, and the challenger is Allen from the Upper Rhine Valley. Friedrich Gridor? Harris, both of them are carrying an inflatable warthog bladder. The rules are similar to those popular in East Frankfurt! Whoever pierces the warthog bladder at the waist with the handle of the flying broom will be the winner of this glorious duel! The use of wands is prohibited during the duel. Otherwise, it will be deemed as a forfeit! Now, the two Warriors, get ready — to take off! "
Following the host's command, the two of them quickly rose into the air. They then tacitly flew past each other, back to back, and distanced themselves from each other.
Then, after the host used his magic wand to launch a firework as the signal to start the duel, the red-haired sorcerer immediately controlled the broom and rushed towards Alan. He was like a majestic lion, and Alan had no intention of backing down. He controlled the broom to let himself and Gryffindor entangle with each other in the air to judge the opponent's strength.
Gryffindor's eyes were full of fighting spirit. When he saw Ravenclaw's movements before the duel began, he understood what Ravenclaw wanted to tell him. Although he was disappointed, he decided to treat this duel more seriously. This was not because of jealousy, anger, or disappointment. As a duel master, he could not lose the honor and courage of a duel. He would never admit defeat. Even if the result would not change, he wanted to prove to Ravenclaw that he was better than the blonde boy in front of him!
Allen was obviously not used to such an outdated flying broom. After all, this was the first time he used a flying broom that was a thousand years behind the model he was used to. He did not cast a cushion spell on his broom, which was different from when he faced the hybrid Lord Voldemort. Moreover, this duel started because of Ravenclaw. Although she was not Luna yet, Allen did not want to destroy the honor of this duel.
However, Allen had to admit that Gryffindor was a tough opponent. Gryffindor was strong and aggressive. He used his muscle strength to force some skills to attack Allen fiercely. Gryffindor was obviously very familiar with this kind of duel. His attacks seemed to come from all directions, and he did not forget to defend himself and prevent Allen from piercing his Warthog's bladder. However, as the best ball seeker in the Middle World in his era, Allen's flying skills after systematic professional training and a lot of flying experience made him sure that he was ahead of his opponent in this aspect.
"I'm sorry, Rona. I didn't expect Godrick to ask me for my bladder to duel with Allen." Hufflepuff sat next to Ravenclaw with an apologetic face. He then looked at the sky with a worried face. "This lion actually challenged a boy who is so much younger than him to a duel! I hope nothing bad happens to them … "
"Godrick won't win." Ravenclaw scooped up a spoonful of yogurt pudding that Hufflepuff gave her and put it in her mouth. She sighed in satisfaction. She thought that Allen had used a cushion spell.
"He was fooled by you again?" Helga asked in realization. However, Ravenclaw obviously had no intention of asking further.
The two people in the sky quickly circled the arena and chased each other in the air. Their intersecting flight trajectories formed a spiral arc, but from the flight trajectories of the entire arena, due to their rapid speed, it was simply a mess. In the seemingly frenzied attack, the two did not lose their order. In the process of charging and probing each other, Allen estimated that Gryffindor had probably taken an attribute potion. In addition, Gryffindor was a strong adult, so he did not have the advantage in terms of strength.
The two people tangled in a fight. Whenever they got close, they would violently punch each other with their fists. Although Allen lacked experience in this kind of duel, he had a set of advanced flying skills. He doubled his agility in flying, constantly using his advantage in flying to quickly circle from Gryffindor's front to Gryffindor's back several times, and then catch up from behind in order to avoid the opponent's fists and attack the warthog's bladder. However, Gryffindor was confident in his bravery and had no choice but to forcefully use his body to push Allen away to avoid his bladder being pierced.
When Allen was knocked away again, he drew a semicircle in the air in an attempt to change his strategy. However, Gryffindor sped up and rushed towards him, flying side by side with Allen.
"Boy, don't try to pull away again." Gryffindor rushed over, but Allen deftly swung his tail to stop the broom and changed direction. Then, he found that Gryffindor, who had been shaken off, hurriedly imitated his action. However, this made him grimace and suck in a breath. He glanced at the broom under his crotch and frowned, then he rushed towards Allen again.
Gryffindor flew in front of Allen and shouted, "Fight with me, boy!" He liked to attack head-on, using his body's strength to smash and punch at the same time.
"Come at me then!" Allen maneuvered his broom to avoid Gryffindor's punches. Before Gryffindor could regain his balance, Allen's arm slithered under Gryffindor's arm like a snake and punched Gryffindor's body. Gryffindor and his broom were sent flying into the air, crashing into the burning barrels in the air. The audience gasped in surprise. Just as the blazing flames were about to kiss Gryffindor's lips, he finally regained control of his body.
"Why did you fight him head-on?" Ravenclaw was a little confused, but her hands that were digging the pudding slowed down. She finally fixed her gaze on the two people who were entangled in the sky.
"We have never seen such a scene before! The combination of fire barrels on stilts and pillar protection may make the competition even more dangerous! "The host shouted in horror. The audience was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breaths as they watched the duel between the two heroes.
The two men fought in the middle of a series of burning barrels in the air. They had to prevent their Warthog's bladders from being pierced, watch out for Gryffindor's attacks, and watch out for the overflowing flames.
In such a place full of obstacles, Gryffindor had the advantage. Allen's range of movement was reduced by the floating barrels.
In a moment of carelessness, Allen was sent flying by the opponent at the moment of collision. The burning barrel seemed to be about to swallow him up. Just as he was about to hit the barrel, Allen quickly turned around and spun through the burning barrel with the broom.
"Allen? Harris — Oh, my God! "the host shouted in a loud voice." Did you see that? Unprecedented flying skills! I can guarantee that if he had participated in the competition just now, he would have been the champion! " In this era, no one had ever seen anyone use Quidditch's flying skills like Allen, who had been through countless trials and tribulations. This move also won the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.
Not only that, but Allen also used the speed and momentum of his rotation to crash into Gryffindor, who was about to attack again. That rapid speed made it impossible for Gryffindor to dodge. The tip of Allen's broom collided with Gryffindor's broom, and cracks appeared on the tips of both their brooms. The branches at the end of Gryffindor's broom even began to disintegrate, and many of them were scattered in the air.
But at the same time, Gryffindor's fist landed on Alan's face. Then, the broom flew downwards, and the red-haired sorcerer had no choice but to put his hand back in an attempt to stabilize his flying broom.
After a short moment of dizziness, Allen spat out a mouthful of blood due to the broken skin in his mouth. He then chased after Gryffindor, who had begun to lose control.
Their speed seemed to have increased because of the angle of their fall — they were rushing towards the ground.
"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hufflepuff, who was beside Ravenclaw, exclaimed. He pulled out his wand and was ready to use a shock-absorbing spell to save Gryffindor.
The audience did not dare to breathe. Many ladies covered their mouths, and some turned their heads away, not daring to witness the tragedy that was about to unfold.
。 The Summit
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