Allen, who had caught up to the red-haired adept, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog's bladder. Instead, he punched Gryffindor in the eye, causing him to be unable to open one eye for a while. Gryffindor, who had just barely managed to regain control of his flying broom, lost control of it once again. Both of them continued to fly downwards.
Before he could land the second punch, Allen yanked the broom and changed his direction in an instant. His expression was a little distorted because of the sudden change in direction. He felt that his tights had been torn.
However, Allen was the first to successfully return to the horizon.
Gryffindor, on the other hand, was forced to slide on the ground for a short distance. The veins on his forehead were bulging from the exertion of force. In the end, he roared, "Ahhh!" After that, he forcefully kicked off the ground and leaped into the air. Only then did he manage to maneuver the broom, which looked even more tattered, back into the air. His pair of boots without soles had already opened up, and his legs were covered in mud because of the slide just now, which made him appear to be at a disadvantage.
The two of them flew back to the sky at a much slower speed than before. Even though they had fought until their blood was boiling, they couldn't ignore the piercing pain that came from the indescribable parts of their bodies due to the great ups and downs. They bared their teeth, their faces ferocious, but as they approached each other, they used their bodies to block each other's heavy blows. At the same time, they tried their best to pierce each other's warthog bladders. The duel became even more intense and cruel.
"Boy, you performed a good move!" Gryffindor held the broom and gasped for breath. Due to the violent movements, the wound on his head had opened up again. Blood flowed to his swollen eye, making it impossible for him to open it.
"Middle-aged bearded man, your thighs are starting to tremble. It must be uncomfortable there." Allen held the broom with his other hand. The hand he used to hold the broom was numb, and because of the movement, his skin was bleeding.
"Oh, that was too dangerous. But that won't do! " From his tone, it was obvious that he still had lingering fears. "As a man, I feel the same way."
Ravenclaw, who was below the stage, had also observed the situation under Allen's tight leather jacket. She knew that Allen did not use the Cushion Spell as she had designed. She could not help but feel a little angry at Allen, thinking that he was under the influence of Godrick. Gryffindor's influence was stupid.
Allen and Gryffindor's injuries weren't too serious, but they fought even more fiercely. The two of them clashed again, and their bodies collided with each other with a bang. Both of them flew backward, and their brooms shook even more violently. Gryffindor's face turned pale, but he did not back down. Instead, he gritted his teeth and charged forward with bloodshot eyes.
Allen's arm was also numb from the impact, but under his exquisite control, the broom that was on the verge of collapse made a sharp turn and dodged Gryffindor's attack again. Gryffindor was unwilling to admit defeat and forced himself to stop and change directions with Allen. He felt that he was about to break. The burning pain that came from the inside out made him curl up on the broom and tremble slightly to relieve some of the pain.
"Boy, don't you feel pain?" Just as he finished his question, Gryffindor used his body to block Allen's attack again. His waist was hit by the tip of Allen's broom and was bleeding.
"My wand is different from your wooden one. It's made of mithril and is 13 inches long. It's also longer than yours …" Alan sneered as he endured the pain. After all, his flying skills were better, and his body was not as strong as Gryffindor's, so the actual damage he received was much less than Gryffindor's.
Godric? Gryffindor was stunned at first, but he immediately understood what Roland meant. He roared and charged at Roland again. Allen did not dodge this time. Instead, he charged at Gryffindor, and the two were entangled again.
"Roland, didn't you say that Godric would definitely lose?" Hufflepuff nervously clenched his fists and asked worriedly.
Ravenclaw put his slender fingers together and said, "He's useless."
After the two separated again, neither of them immediately turned to chase after the other. Instead, they both stood back to back and increased the distance between them. It was time to decide the winner.
Allen knew that his damaged broom could last longer than Gryffindor's, but he did not intend to take advantage of it. Even though Gryffindor was stronger and had the advantage, Allen still decided to meet force with force. He held the broom and turned it around, staring at Gryffindor who was doing the same thing as him.
This time, they bowed and nodded to each other on the broom. Then, they flew straight at each other at full speed.
Gryffindor's broom broke even more, and blood splattered in the air behind him. The broom in his hand was no longer smooth, and there were cracks all over it. Gryffindor knew that the broom would break if he charged at Roland like this, but with such a worthy opponent and for the honor of the Warriors, he could not back down.
His attention was focused on Alan, and the muscles on his face tightened. The two people who were looking at each other sped up at the same time. Neither of them wanted to give way to the other.
"Merlin, if I'm not wrong, this wonderful and painful duel is about to be decided. Even someone as strong as Godric Gryffindor would not be able to withstand such a collision. I'm afraid Gryffindor won't be able to withstand it either. There might be casualties, "the host said worriedly.
In the audience, Hufflepuff clenched his wand and stood up. Ravenclaw narrowed his eyes and stood up with a stern expression.
"Very brave indeed, but I've never seen a duel with a flying broomstick reach such a ferocious level. For victory, for honor, these two seem to not care about their own lives! " The host's voice, which was amplified by magic, echoed in the arena. "Both of them are injured, and blood is flowing everywhere … So who won?!"
All the audience's attention was on the two of them flying in the air. Everyone knew the consequences of such a violent collision. Everyone held their breath and watched the two Warriors, quietly waiting for the moment to come.
At this moment, Allen? Harris and Godric Gryffindor? Gryffindor. The two of them approached each other quickly and finally collided with each other. The whole arena could hear the sound of the collision, and the audience exclaimed and lamented.
。 Bang.
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