The thought flashed through his mind.
Silby's doubts were interrupted by the loud voice of the bald messenger, "I believe that everyone who comes here has their own red invitation letter. However, that's not enough.
Only the smartest, the strongest, and the one who has the last laugh can become the king. Of course, in order to ensure the fairest and most effective selection of the future king, there are a few small rules. We still have to make some small rules. Only by following these rules can we win. "
The bald messenger raised a finger.
"First, duels between two or more duels are prohibited. All duels must be carried out one-on-one to ensure absolute fairness.
Every contestant must hand over their red invitation letter to me before they begin their duel. The winner will receive all the invitations of the loser. Each invitation letter represents a chance to challenge someone.
"Second, there must be an arena master in the arena. You can challenge continuously regardless of the order or method used. Only by fighting to the end can you enter the palace. If you leave the arena, you will be judged to have admitted defeat.
"Third, those who admit defeat will not be killed, but they cannot fight again.
After saying that, the bald messenger smiled and asked, "Does anyone have any objections?"
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
A red-haired man from Gryffindor's side stood up, "Let's start quickly!"
The bald messenger smiled, "Of course."
He clapped his hands, and the ground immediately sank. At the same time, the surroundings bulged up, forming a ring-shaped arena. It was similar to the Rat Path's arena, but much bigger.
Silby suspiciously glanced at the motionless red-clothed woman in the carriage. The last time he saw her, she had asked him to go to the Rat Path's arena. This time, she had set up a dueling arena in front of his palace.
Could it be that she was too bored and wanted to watch a duel between Magi, so she came up with this?
Doubts continued to grow in Silby's heart.
However, the others did not think as deeply as Silby. A red-haired man from Gryffindor's side jumped into the arena the moment it was set up. He threw his red invitation letter to the bald messenger.
He landed on the ground and transformed into a ferocious red-furred tiger with sharp fangs and claws. He roared at his surroundings, causing everyone's eardrums to hurt.
Silby thought to himself that there was really such a reckless person who jumped in so early. One had to know that the rules of the herald were very clear. There had to be a champion in the arena, and the champion could challenge the champion consecutively.
If they were the first to enter the arena, even if they won one or two rounds, they would have to face endless battles of attrition. Even if they were made of iron, they wouldn't be able to withstand it.
According to this rule, the person who went up later would have an advantage. After all, only one person would be able to enter the Pandora's palace.
"Roar!"
The red-furred tiger roared in the arena.
However, the strange thing was that no one was willing to accept the challenge.
Silby looked around. Other than the hothead who had jumped into the arena, most of the others were thinking about the rules in the stands.
As expected, he was not the only one who understood the rules.
They all saw the saying that the later they went on the field, the more advantageous it would be for them. None of them were willing to go up and waste their Stamina and Mana, only to end up benefiting others.
This led to a very awkward scene.
The red-furred tiger roared back and forth in the arena, but in the end, no one accepted the challenge. More importantly, it wasn't because of the loneliness of being invincible. Everyone looked at him as if he was an idiot.
As he roared, the shapeshifter couldn't hold on any longer.
With his tail between his legs, he paced back and forth impatiently. His roar had turned into a subtle whimper. It was likely that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into right now.
"Silby."
Slytherin suddenly smiled and called out to him.
Silby's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Slytherin's expression and knew that he was up to no good.
As expected, Salazar Slytherin said, "Didn't you have a thirty-win streak in the Dungeon? Go, go up and meet Gryffindor's people. Help me find out how strong they are. "
Salazar wanted to sell him out.
Silby despised him. Salazar still didn't forget to set him up. He was the first one to know Salazar, and he even worked for him for three months. He didn't give him any face at all. It was probably because he had forced him to give in previously, causing him to harbor a grudge.
However, Silby didn't want to wait for his death. He scratched his head and said, "But … But … Master, I … I don't have a red invitation."
Slytherin's lips twitched. "Tara, Theodore."
"Si … Master Slytherin."
The Bloodthirsty Twins quickly came over.
Slytherin pursed his lips. "Give your invitation to Silby."
"Ah!?"
Tara was shocked and immediately covered his waist. His face turned pale. "No, this is our invitation. We won't give it to anyone. Don't even think about it. This is our principle."
"Principle? Pfft," Slytherin said with disdain. "Didn't you hear the rules? You have to fight one-on-one. You Bloodthirsty Twins have to work together to unleash your full potential. Unfortunately, you can't fight together. "
"That … That's not okay?" Tara said with a dark expression. "This is my challenge. How can I just give it to someone else?"
"You don't even trust this champion with a thirty-win streak?"
Slytherin pretended to be shocked. "If it were you, would you be able to win thirty times in a row in the Rat Tunnel?"
Tara looked at Silby and slowly shook his head.
Silby didn't say a word.
"See, you can't do it, right? Then give him the invitation and let him fight for you. Besides, if he wins, he'll have two invitation letters. He'll return them to you. You won't lose anything. "
Slytherin continued to persuade them. He even asked Silby, "Hey, you'll return the invitation letter to them, right?"
What else could Silby say? He could only smile and nod.
"Okay," Slytherin pouted. "They've already agreed. Why are you still hesitating?"
"This …"
Dodoro and Tara looked at Silby, then at Queen Pandora sitting on the chariot. They were still hesitating. After all, this was a chance to become a king. How could they just give it to someone else?
Slytherin's expression darkened when he didn't get a response. He activated his mind attack. Tara's mind went blank for a moment. He took a step forward and took out his red invitation letter. He handed it to Silby and muttered, "You … You must … You must win."
Silby took the red invitation letter and sighed.
He jumped down from the platform and threw his red invitation letter to the bald herald.
Hmm?
Someone's going up!
Slytherin's side was the first contestant to go up. Everyone straightened their backs and stared at the arena.
Even Queen Pandora, who had been staring at the empty space, turned to look at Silby. She raised her eyebrows slightly.
After waiting for a long time, an opponent finally came.
The red-furred tiger was about to cry. It ran toward Silby happily. It looked like it wanted to tear him apart and kiss him.
"Roar!!"
It roared. Its muscles bulged as it pounced toward Silby.
Silby raised his eyebrows and dodged the first attack with his body slightly tilted to the side.
Crack!
The tiger left a deep mark on the ground with its paws. It jumped up high and pounced again.
This time, Silby lowered his body and bent backwards at a ninety degree angle, dodging the attack from below the tiger's abdomen.
Such a dangerous move made the Magi on the platform sit up straight. They were full of praises for Leylin, but at the same time, they started whispering to each other in confusion.
The Magi who could sit here all had some power, or at least a lot of power. They could see that if a simple spell or transformation was mixed in with that perfect dodge, the attack would have hit the red-furred tiger's abdomen, and it would have been a success.
However, the grey-haired youth had no intention of doing so. He didn't even think about it. He dodged the attack, but that was it. From the beginning to the end, his hands were hanging by their sides, and he didn't seem to have any intention of retaliating.
This made the spectating Magi even more confused.
Silby's expression was calm. On the other hand, the tiger was drenched in cold sweat after landing on the ground. It was still in shock as it checked its abdomen. After confirming that there were no major injuries, it heaved a sigh of relief.
However, it no longer dared to attack as boldly as before. Instead, it became more cautious.
However, no matter how boldly it attacked, or how cautiously it probed, the grey-haired youth remained calm and kept dodging its attacks. He dodged once, twice, thrice, four times, five times. He was like a soundless butterfly, drifting around aimlessly.
On the platform, Salazar Slytherin's face was gloomy. He had never seen Silby fight before. This was the first time he saw him in action.
That guy's movements were agile and practical. Every time, he would be able to dodge the red-furred tiger's attack before it could bite him. Just like a top-notch bullfighter, this kind of dodging ability was not something an untrained person could achieve.
Thinking back to when they first met, Silby claimed to be the chef's son, Slytherin felt that he had been tricked. This kid was slippery and slippery, and there was no truth in his words.
On the other side, Gryffindor was excitedly watching the two of them roll around in the colosseum. He knew Silby quite well because he had seen him perform in the rat's colosseum many times. He knew that this youth's mana pool was quite deep, and it was not inferior to that of an outstanding adult magus.
However, it had been a full five minutes since they started fighting, and he had not even released a single spell. He had been dodging around like a muggle all this time.
What was he trying to do?
Gryffindor secretly guessed. Could it be that he wanted to preserve his mana and exhaust his opponent to death?
Soon, he felt that this idea was unrealistic. The red-furred tiger was known for his stamina and endurance. It was impossible for him to get dizzy just from running around in circles.
So what was this youth trying to do?
Soon, after another thirty rounds, the red-furred tiger could not take it anymore. He felt that he had been humiliated. He really wanted to grab the youth in front of him and tear him in half. Unfortunately, the youth was like a loach. He could not even touch the corners of his clothes as he jumped around.
He raised his head and roared. He transformed back into his human form from his tiger form and roared furiously.
"Do you only know how to dodge? Are you a dud? Or do you not know magic at all? "
Silby ignored the red-furred tiger's provocation and quickly circled around him. He did not touch him, nor did he let him touch him.
"Rascal, are you just as soft on the bed?"
The red-furred tiger's words became more and more vulgar.
The people on both sides of the stage could not help but laugh. The atmosphere of confrontation seemed to have weakened, but Silby was still unmoved. He continued to run around in circles, minding his own business.
In the middle of the stage, the red-furred tiger stopped moving.
"Don't you regret this!"
He said sinisterly and tore open his clothes, revealing his muscular and hairy chest.
Then, he took out a wooden box from his waist. After opening the wooden box, the pungent smell of blood wafted out of the wooden box. Inside the wooden box was a red heart that was constantly beating.
Some of the magi on the stage gasped. "The Heart of a Beast Spirit!"
"What's that?" someone asked.
"That's a black magic spell that doesn't release the beast's soul after it's killed. Instead, it stores it in the heart." The one who answered was Slytherin. He curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Gryffindor's people actually know how to use this kind of magic. How ironic."
As expected, on the other side of the stage, Gryffindor's genial face instantly fell.
In the arena, the red-furred tiger laughed sinisterly. He dipped his finger in the black blood that oozed out of the beating heart and touched his chest. Suddenly, his chest began to beat unnaturally, as if there were two hearts in it. "Spirit of a Beast, drink my blood."
After saying that, his sharp fingers pierced through the throbbing bump. Black gas flowed down from his heart like blood, wrapping around his palm.
Sylby frowned and took a step back. Although he did not understand the composition of the spell, he was keenly aware of the danger of the spell.
"Die!"
The man opened his mouth. As a human, his canine teeth were three times longer than normal. Then, he waved his hand.
The five streaks of black gas were like enlarged sharp claws. They swept through the air and cut the floor tiles of the arena into several pieces as if they were tofu. Their speed was extremely fast.
Silby did not even turn his head as he faced this terrifying magic wave. He practiced jumping back three times and dodged the attack range of the black gas claws, jumping out of the arena.
"Hmph! You want to escape? Too late! "
The man shouted fanatically. He used both his hands and feet to pounce forward amidst the dancing black gas.
However, his path was blocked by a Sparkle of Silver.
"Who dares to stop me!" The man's eyes were red as he looked at Silby, who had jumped far away. He was determined to kill him.
"He fell down. He's already lost," the bald messenger reminded him.
The red-furred tiger only just realized that it was the bald messenger who had stopped him. He immediately regained his senses. He retracted his magic claws with lightning speed, and his eyes regained their clarity. Then, he looked at Silby proudly and said with disdain, "I thought you were strong. Turns out you're just an idiot who only knows how to dodge. You're smart, or you would've died today."
Silby turned a deaf ear to his harsh words. He only looked at the messenger's silver palm thoughtfully.
Seeing that the red-furred tiger had calmed down, the messenger raised an arm. "Bloodthirsty Twins, eliminated."
Clap clap clap!
On Gryffindor's side, everyone except for Godric Gryffindor stood up and applauded. Defeating someone sent by Slytherin in the first round was something that boosted everyone's morale.
Only Gryffindor did not move. His expression was gloomy. He was still brooding over the red-furred tiger's use of black magic.
On Slytherin's side, Bloodthirsty Twins Tara's vision went dark. He barely managed to keep himself from falling to the ground with Theodore's help. The other Sorcerers did not look too good either. They had lost the first battle, and there were only a hundred red invitation letters in total. They had one less on their side, and one more on their opponent's side. This meant that their hopes of entering Pandora's Palace had become even slimmer.
Then, the bald messenger placed the red invitation letter that belonged to the Bloodthirsty Twins in the red-furred tiger's hand.
In an instant, the red-furred tiger had two red invitation letters in his hand. His attractiveness increased by several times.
He swept away the gloominess of being mocked by others. With the two red invitation letters in his hand, he looked around and asked in a loud voice, "Who else!?"
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