When Slytherin turned to leave the arena, the bald herald raised his hand and announced, "Godric Gryffindor wins. Salazar Slytherin is eliminated."
Gryffindor heaved a sigh of relief. His hand tilted to the side as he opened his mouth and spat out a greenish-black liquid. It was probably the poison that Slytherin had injected into him first.
After he spat out the poison, his greenish-black neck slowly faded and regained some color. The golden rune on his neck also gradually faded.
He coughed as he stood up and walked towards the bald herald.
The queen sitting on the chariot and the wand that symbolized the power of the king beside her were magnified in his eyes.
The bald herald put his hands in his sleeves and looked around. "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? If no one wants to challenge me, then I will decide who will enter Pandora's palace. "
Complete silence.
Slytherin had killed too many people with his Basilisk's Stare, but even so, he had not been able to defeat Gryffindor.
The people in Slytherin's camp had all been defeated by Gryffindor, and the rest of the people who did not belong to any camp did not have much courage to challenge him.
Seeing that no one answered him, the bald herald nodded.
"Then, I now announce …"
"Wait."
A cold voice interrupted the herald's announcement.
The voice came from the high platform and attracted everyone's attention.
Those who were still alive were shocked. The spectators, the guards, the maids, and the herald. Godric Gryffindor looked at the grey-haired youth who was slowly walking down from the platform with a stunned expression. Only Queen Pandora raised her eyebrows slightly. No one knew what she was thinking.
Slytherin looked at Silby walking down from the high platform with a confused expression. He had already sent Silby to participate in the competition once.
He was clearly the first person to go up, and he had even lost to the red-haired shapeshifter. But why did he suddenly turn around and run up to the arena? This was not right. The rules were not written that way.
The others were also puzzled. Someone shouted, "Hey, you, didn't you lose once before? Why can I go up again? "
No one answered. The herald had no intention of answering, and Silby did not speak either.
However, when they finally saw Silby take out a red invitation letter from his pocket and place it in the bald messenger's hand, they all gasped.
The bald herald raised the invitation in his hand and said, "Silby Spencer challenges Gryffindor."
Slytherin came to a sudden realization. He could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his eyes. This guy had pretended that he didn't have an invitation letter, but he had the invitation letters of the Bloodthirsty Twins, Todoro and Tayla. If he lost, the Bloodthirsty Twins would lose. But he had never lost.
No wonder this guy didn't want to put in any effort during the first match. He was so sloppy and didn't even want to scatter his ashes.
"You …"
"You bastard!!"
Slytherin roared after he figured everything out. He felt his vision turning dark due to his anger. He wasn't even this angry when he lost to Gryffindor.
Countless thoughts flooded Slytherin's mind.
If he had an invitation letter, didn't that mean he had been acting from the moment they met? He pretended to be ignorant, pretended to be inexperienced, and pretended to be indifferent to the throne. Was it all for this moment!? Did he want him to work for him? He wanted him to help him weaken Gryffindor's strength and let him take advantage of the situation. Why did he dare to do this? Where did he get the courage to do this? Could it be … could it be that he had planned to enter the snake's stomach …?
A huge drama quickly played out in Slytherin's mind. He felt that he had been tricked. Being tricked meant that he was stupid, but he, Slytherin, couldn't be stupid. The only reason was that this guy was too cunning.
His intentions were terrible!
Soon, Slytherin made his decision. He didn't want to wait any longer. He strode back. He didn't want to think about anything else. He just wanted to kill Silby on the spot.
However, a silver hand stopped him. The bald messenger had appeared in front of him at some point. He reached out his hand and smiled. "Settle your grudges after the championship."
Slythrin tried to get around that silver hand, but no matter how he tried, that silver hand was right in front of him and he couldn't get around it.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up. He glared hatefully at the back of the gray-haired youth. He suppressed the killing intent in his heart and waved his sleeves. He strode up to the high platform and sat down cross-legged.
Silby could feel Slytherin's anger towards him. He also felt the sharp pain in his arm. However, he didn't say a word. He stood in front of Gryffindor.
He didn't care about what Slytherin thought. He also didn't care about the gazes of the others. The Queen was like dung to him, and he did not dare to be interested in the Queen's appearance. The only thing that interested him in Queen Pandora's conditions was probably the endless collection of books in the palace that she had mentioned.
However, he still stood in front of Gryffindor.
He had to confirm one thing. He had to confirm that Godric Gryffindor was the person he saw in his dreams. He had to confirm that Godric Gryffindor was the person he looked up to.
After seeing Silby pass the invitation to the messenger, Gryffindor's expression relaxed. Then, he pulled himself together and picked up the sword in his hand. He stared at the person in front of him with all his attention. No matter why this person was standing in front of him, since he was here, he had to pay 120% of his attention.
The sun was setting, and the sunset glow on the horizon looked like it had been smeared with blood. The surface of the sea was also dazzling. The two of them faced each other from afar. There was no one else around. In this arena, the one who could stand on the stage alive would be the winner.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Silby stood still, while Gryffindor had already bent down and pulled out his sharp Elven Sword from his waist. He then slowly approached Silby.
???? The way he walked was very strange. It was as if the ground under his feet was very slippery, and he had to walk forward. It gave people the illusion that he was floating, just like the primitive tribes who danced around the fire after celebrating their victory.
Silby's pupils shrank. Gryffindor didn't use any of the spells he had used before. Perhaps he didn't have much mana left, but his current posture was still very oppressive.
???? Suddenly, Gryffindor let out a strange shriek that shook everyone's eardrums. His feet slipped, and his steps became bigger. He kept tossing the sword in his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand! He seemed to be very aggressive, but his steps were quite weak. He drew an arc in the air, and in reality, he was taking half a step back after taking a step forward.
Silby could see that Gryffindor didn't have enough stamina. If he took advantage of the situation to attack, Gryffindor could naturally take advantage of the situation to retreat and exhaust his stamina.
??? At this point in time, he was already very experienced in battle. Gryffindor's intention was as clear as day in his eyes. With a tinge of cautiousness in his eyes, he sped up and dashed towards the fierce English lion!
Five meters, three meters, two meters!
Gryffindor counted the distance between them in his heart. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and his eyes were bloodshot. Judging from the performance of the previous rat cage arena, this strange young man in front of him was unusually flexible.
However, no matter how flexible he was, as long as he could recover more than half of his stamina, victory was certain. In that case, victory was certain. After all, he was just too young.
???? Silby raised his fist and stomped towards Gryffindor like a rash African buffalo.
At this moment, Gryffindor felt the wind blow against his face.
??? Gryffindor's lips curled up slightly. His footsteps were like a ghost, and he took three steps back to avoid Silby's punch.
Even in the process of retreating, Gryffindor was prepared to counterattack. He was very experienced in fighting. At this moment, at least seven ways to counteract Silby's continuous attacks flashed through his mind.
???? In the end, he chose to test the waters.
???? Gryffindor roared. He switched the sword in his right hand to his left, and with a whoosh, a cold glint flashed as he slashed downwards.
However, Silby coldly raised his left hand to block the attack!
The Magi at the side cried out in alarm. Gryffindor's arm strength was obvious to all.
In a battle with Slytherin, he had even used his sword to shatter Slytherin's snake armour! In their eyes, Silby's left hand would definitely be chopped into two, and then half of his body would be sliced apart!
However, the expected bloody scene did not happen.
The sharp edge of the Fairy's sword struck Silby's palm, producing a long string of pleasant vibrations. However, it was unable to damage him in the slightest.
He had actually grabbed the Fairy's sword with his bare hand. This was unheard of.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that there was a transparent barrier in Silby's palm. It was like an invisible glove, protecting Silby's hand.
Silby felt a sweetness in his throat. He did not know before he made his move, but after he made his move, he instantly felt an indescribable force pass through his wrist, causing every cell in his arm to cry out in pain. His entire body was tilted to one side.
And this was with Gryffindor injured. If he won, just how terrifying would his strength be?
After blocking this sneak attack from the Fairy's sword.
Silby used the recoil from Gryffindor's sword to retreat. However, after taking a few steps back, he realized that he had been forced to the edge of the arena. If he fell down, he would immediately lose.
Thus, he swung his right leg and forcibly stopped himself from retreating.
Then, a blinding light burst out from his left hand.
Gryffindor was certain that this was a dangerous spell, and immediately raised his sword in a defensive stance.
???? However, there was a flash of light in the air!
A cloud of purple smoke exploded in the arena.
???? Gryffindor was stunned for a moment before he slowly lowered his sword.
Confusion Spell. It was not a high-level spell. On the contrary, it was a very simple spell. It had no other use other than blurring one's vision.
After that, Silby quickly moved around the arena. Every few steps, he would release a Smoke Spell. Every few steps, he would release another Smoke Spell.
Gryffindor frowned in confusion. This guy can't be thinking that he can ambush me with just a few clouds of smoke, right? He was not a Magus who made a living in the Rat Path. As long as he recovered a bit of his stamina, killing him would be a piece of cake.
Instead of attacking me while I'm tired, he's using these fancy tricks. What is this kid trying to do?
However, Gryffindor soon stopped wondering about this. If Silby wanted to make smoke bombs, then let him do it. Gryffindor took deep breaths and quickly recovered his stamina. After all, as long as he recovered a bit of his stamina, he would be able to defeat Silby even with his eyes closed.
On the spectator stand, Slytherin looked at the cloud of smoke and sneered. He did not know why, but his heart gradually calmed down.
He was overthinking things.
After the initial shock, he realized that Silby's true strength was only so-so. It was fine to gamble and fight with hooligans in the Buried City. However, if he really met an opponent like Godric Gryffindor, he would be courting death if he used the same method as he did in the Buried City. How could a mere cloud of smoke stop Gryffindor?
The difference in their strength was too great.
After ten breaths, the arena was filled with smoke. Gryffindor finally opened his eyes. Ten breaths was more than enough time for a top expert.
The blood flow in the human body was 6,894 kilometers per day. After Gryffindor took a deep breath, the blood flow in his body increased by more than ten times.
He brazenly attacked and immediately locked onto Silby's position in the smoke. His footsteps were no longer sluggish. Instead, he charged forward bravely. He bent his body, lowered his shoulders, rushed forward, and fiercely pushed forward.
???? Bang!
The smoke was torn apart by the wind. Gryffindor was like a rampaging elephant as he rammed into the youth in the smoke with his shoulder.
Silby could not help but widen his eyes in shock! He spat out a mouthful of bitter water and quickly retreated.
Gryffindor was slightly surprised. This guy did not block his attack. He actually used his body to take the full brunt of his attack! He even exposed his back to Gryffindor. This was equivalent to exposing a huge flaw!
???? In this battle, a flaw was equivalent to death. Gryffindor's battle instincts would not let go of such a flaw.
???? It took less than a second.
He caught up with Silby who was running away and swung his sword.
The sword was infused with Gryffindor's anger and his newfound physical strength. He was confident that he would be able to split Gryffindor's arm into two even if the kid had some strange Bounded Domain.
Silby saw the silver light coming from behind him. He did not dodge. Instead, he braked and stopped on the spot. Then, without caring about his image, he rolled on the ground and dodged the fatal blow that would have cut off his head.
Gryffindor took seven or eight more steps forward due to inertia. He stopped abruptly at the edge of the arena.
He smiled coldly, twisted his waist, and kicked Silby who was rolling on the ground.
Silby did not know if it was because he could not dodge in time or because he did not expect Gryffindor to be so fast.
This kick broke three of his ribs.
Kacha!????
When the terrifying sound of bones breaking spread throughout the arena, more than 90% of the Magi present could feel it. They all sucked in a sharp breath.
Silby spat out a mouthful of blood.
He then crawled up and tried to retreat.
???? What followed was Gryffindor's powerful knee. It hit Silby's lower abdomen and made him bend over.
???? Silby's face turned green. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with bile and knelt in front of Gryffindor.
He did not move anymore.
The smoke gradually dissipated. Everyone could see the grey-haired youth who was kneeling in front of Gryffindor. Zizi heaved a sigh of relief. He shook his head and sighed. He was regretful that he did not get to see a comeback. He also felt that it was natural.
Indeed, the fact that the youth continued to fight after Slytherin's defeat was out of everyone's expectations.
If the youth had really defeated Gryffindor, it would have been a great opportunity for him to become a legend.
Unfortunately, looking at his current state, he would not become a legend. He would probably only become a joke and a topic of conversation.
The difference in strength was too great.
What else could he do other than serve as a foil to Gryffindor's strength?
??? Gryffindor coughed dryly a few times. After defeating Slythrin in more than a dozen battles, even he had reached his limit by continuing to defeat another enemy in a heavily injured state.
However, he still stood proudly and wiped the blood off the corner of his lips with his middle finger. He then placed the fairy's sharp blade on the neck of Silby who was kneeling on the ground. He looked around and continued to speak coldly, "Who else wants to challenge me?"
There was a dead silence.
At this moment, even the boldest and most greedy challenger would not dare to challenge Gryffindor again. This man was too scary.
In the stands, Slytherin's back gradually relaxed. That's right, it was just as he had expected. In the end, Silby still lost, even though he was extremely talented and talented. However, he had not been in contact with magic for long. He was no match for Godric Gryffindor, who had been in the wizarding world for more than a decade.
Now, he just had to wait for him to come back.
Slytherin narrowed his eyes. He was already imagining the scene of the cunning Silby being swallowed by the Ten Thousand Snakes in his mind.
Seeing that no one answered, Gryffindor coldly retracted his gaze and looked at Silby. He lectured, "You're too eager for quick success. Even if you really want to be a king, it's not something you can do at your age."
Silby lowered his head and did not move.
Gryffindor shook his head, put away his sword, and sighed. He then turned around and walked towards the herald. Silby had already lost. He no longer had any strength to fight. Now, all he had to do was wait for the herald to announce his victory.
However, after taking a few steps, Gryffindor saw the bald herald tilting his head and smiling at him. He did not announce his victory.
Then, a hoarse laugh came from behind him. "You're too careless, Gryffindor."
Gryffindor turned around abruptly and saw the guy who had vomited his guts after being kicked by him. He was now standing up shakily. He was in a terrible state, and there was a strange expression on his face. Was that … disappointment?
Gryffindor frowned and pointed his sword at Silby. "Don't force yourself. You're already at the end of your rope. You're no match for me right now."
"Of course," Silby wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "I'm no match for you right now. I've never been your match. But who said that I'm your match?"
"What?"
Gryffindor looked at the pale, grey-haired young man. He did not know what he was trying to say, but he had a feeling that something was wrong.
Silby raised two fingers.
"The second rule is that there must be a champion in the arena. You can continue to challenge the champion regardless of the order or the method used. You can only enter the palace if you fight to the end. If you leave the arena, you're considered to have admitted defeat. "
"So what? Did you fight to the end?" Gryffindor asked disdainfully. He felt that this guy's brain must have been damaged by him.
"Seems about right," Silby smiled. "But how can you be sure that you didn't leave the arena?"
Gryffindor was stunned and looked at his feet.
Crash!
The rocks that formed the arena shattered, forming a series of landslides within 10 steps. Gryffindor immediately lowered his body by two heads, and stood on the ordinary muddy mountain road. His eyes instantly widened as cold sweat covered his entire back … This, when did this happen!?
On the other hand, Silby stood at the edge of the crack and said in a disappointed tone, "I didn't want to fight you at all. From the beginning, I was using the Transformation Spell to expand the arena. At the beginning, the arena was 100 steps wide and 150 steps long. But now, it's 150 steps long and 110 steps wide.
And your position is exactly 10 steps from where I came from. Unfortunately, it's fake. I made it. "
"So, cough cough …"
Silby coughed twice. "You lost. You lost to the rules."
Godric Gryffindor was completely dumbfounded. At this moment, countless clues began to link up in his mind. The smoke bomb, the posture of seducing him to continue attacking, the strange action of not taking a step forward even if it meant death. It turned out that it was all to lure him to the correct position in the arena, so that he could stay inside …
At this moment, Gryffindor's face turned pale. He opened his mouth and stretched out his hand, wanting to say something.
But it was too late.
The bald herald's smiling eyes curved into crescents. He raised one hand. "Winner, Silby Spencer. Godric Gryffindor, eliminated."
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