At the same time that Grant raised his hands to surrender, the void was already filled with laughter. They really didn't expect that they would be able to defeat such a powerful opponent so easily in this way.
No one, not even the Voidwalkers, could cast more than one spell at the same time. Even with the Pseudo-Descent spell, Baiyi's maximum output was not enough for the other Voidwalkers to cast powerful spells that could scare Grant.
In the past three days, the Voidwalkers had done their homework. They had modified the shameless Pseudo-Descent spell so that seven Voidwalkers could cast spells at the same time. Then, they combined it with the Charlatan's special illusion spell, which was specially modified for this battle, so that the eight phantoms could emit realistic magical pulses. Finally, they used magical clones to cover up the unsightly shape of the Pseudo-Descent spell, making it look as if the Voidwalker was going to die in the next second.
Grant was so scared that he surrendered. If he had held on for a little longer, he would have realized that the clones' incantations were just for show, and they would not have posed any threat to him. However, Grant's mental state had already lost its balance during the previous battles, and that was how Baiyi's deceitful trick worked.
Tricking a Holy-level sorcerer was, in theory, an impossible task. Even with the Charlatan's skills, it was still impossible to simulate eight magical pulses that could deceive a Holy-level fighter. However, Baiyi had a helper, and with the help of a group of experienced sly old foxes, he had managed to pull it off!
Of course, this trick could only be used once, and it could only be used in a classroom setting. It was not replicable.
But then again, based on Grant's performance during the lesson, if the two of them were to engage in a battle of life and death, Baiyi would not have to resort to such tricks. He would have just lifted his cloak and felt the Void Energy!
When the match ended, Grant hurried to ask Baiyi about it, and Baiyi replied, "It's just my special illusion spell …"
In the next moment, the Vice President's expression became complicated. After thinking about it for a while, he quickly figured out the theory behind it, and he wanted to slap himself.
After a long while, he could not help but shake his head with a bitter smile. "Master Hope, your illusions are truly amazing. I'm not afraid to laugh at you, but I almost thought that you were a true God who had descended from the heavens."
"How could there be so many true gods in this world?" Baiyi retorted.
"Yeah … How could there be so many …" Vice President Grant lamented. He then changed the topic and asked, "I wonder if Master Hope would like to register a patent for this illusion technique? An exquisite illusory technique that can be used in a battle between Holy-level existences, I believe that a lot of people would go crazy for it, right? If you need, I can arrange it for you. "
"There's no need for that. It's just a small trick. How could it be considered elegant?" Baiyi pretended to be humble. To put it bluntly, a normal person would not be able to pull off such a trick. It required a few Voidwalkers to work together for it to work.
Seeing that the other party had declined, the Vice President did not say anything else. This situation was considered normal. It was human nature to be unwilling to disclose a secret technique that could be used as a trump card. Hence, he said, "I respect your choice, but … It's a pity that many people have probably seen our battle today. Although I'll keep it a secret for you, others can still guess the mystery behind it."
What the Vice President was trying to say was simple: Everyone saw your trick, and everyone knows that you have it up your sleeve. Even though they are not Saint Seiyas, they will not fall for the same trick twice. There is no point in keeping it as a trump card.
Baiyi snickered and replied, "It's fine, it's fine. That's not the point." In his mind, he thought, 'Do you think all eight of my spells are fake? Let's see what you're going to do next time when I have two of them! '
No matter what, Baiyi had won this duel. Naturally, no one would doubt his Immortal Level Certification anymore. Even those who had doubted Baiyi's true prowess were left speechless. Grant gracefully accepted the fact that he had lost to an illusory technique. After shaking hands with Baiyi, he handed over the Immortal Level Certification, which he had already signed earlier, to Baiyi in front of the audience.
Baiyi's supporters cheered in unison. Even Nota, who was hiding in her helmet, could not contain her excitement. She yelled in her soft, mellow voice, "This is awesome!"
Grant, who was hovering not far from Baiyi, stared at him with a strange look in his eyes.
"Ahem … It's just that I turned up the volume of my communication formation a little too loud. My students are celebrating for me," Baiyi quickly explained.
Grant, on the other hand, nodded skeptically.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Baiyi quickly made up an excuse and flew back to his students. When the adorable little ones surrounded him, cheering and applauding him, Baiyi's mood instantly brightened. He announced that there would be no homework for the day, and that everyone should rest and prepare for their upcoming adventure in the wilderness in two days.
Baiyi and his family spent the rest of the night enjoying themselves. Vice President Grant, on the other hand, did not have it so easy.
After the match was over, Baiyi left without any hesitation. He had to clean up the rest of the mess. It was not easy for him to finish the tactical review for the advanced class students in the afternoon and the whole night, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides. Even when it was late at night, he was still writing something on a piece of paper under the light of an oil lamp with a straight face.
Although he was writing with all his might, not a single drop of ink could be seen on the paper. It was obvious that this was a special, confidential letter. Only special detection spells could be used to read the contents of the letter.
At the beginning of the letter, there was a list of Baiyi's stats, which he had collected during his previous tests. The rest of the letter was Grant's own assessment of Baiyi's strength. His mana output was far above Master-level; he could cast seventh-level spells with proficiency; he possessed mysterious illusions and teleportation techniques; and he had exceptionally strong psychic energy. He was suspected to have been a demigod when he was alive.
At the end of the letter, he added an additional note: Gender unknown, not excluding the possibility of female.
When he was done, he carefully sealed the letter. Suddenly, a ball of fire burst out from his palm, and the letter disappeared in an instant, as if it had been burnt to ashes.
After a while, the three High Reverends, who had transformed into three shadows, appeared in the mysterious hall of Godsfall.
"What do you guys think?" The first shadow asked.
"Haha, he has no secrets left. Under the pressure of a Holy-level sorcerer, I don't think he has anything left to hide. His mysterious veil has been torn, and all his tricks and tricks have been exposed. He is no longer a threat," the second shadow said confidently, as if he had seen through Baiyi's tricks. The second shadow said confidently, as if he had already seen through Baiyi. "Hmph! The most powerful Great Sage in all of history? That's all there is to it. It's rare to see such a freak among those nerds from the Doors of Conundrum."
"How can you be so sure?" The third shadow asked. "This is just a training match. How can you be so sure that he has used all his trump cards? That illusion that could fool a Holy-level fighter, and that secret technique that allows him to teleport without any warning, are not to be underestimated. "
"You don't think he can use combat chi, do you? Or can he hide like an assassin? Or can he suddenly transform into another form? " The second shadow retorted sarcastically. "A sorcerer is just a sorcerer. Even if he knows some of those barbaric sorcerers' tricks, he's still a sorcerer. That's the limit of his power. If he really has the power to back up his performance today, why would he be so afraid? Why would he waste a few of his trump cards and rely on tricks and psychological warfare to win? "
"Even if he still has some tricks up his sleeves, do you really think he can threaten us?" The second shadow said. "We can't possibly be weaker than a Holy-level fighter, can we?"
"You have a point …" The third shadow did not think too much about it. It was just as his companion had said. No matter how strong Baiyi was, he was still a sorcerer. Moreover, he was a sorcerer who used all his trump cards when he was pressured by a Holy-level fighter. What could he do to a powerful organization like Baiyi? At the end of the day, he was just a slightly more troublesome pebble.
"But I still have a question. If he already has such power, why would he continue to be a private tutor? Could it be that he really likes young girls like the rumors say? "The third shadow asked again.
"How is that possible?" The first shadow spoke up for Baiyi. "According to my observations and speculations, his power is unstable, and he won't be able to maintain his current level for a long time. This has something to do with his Soul Armature Practitioner, the little girl who likes to tie her hair in pigtails. She's weak, and I'm guessing that there's some kind of connection between them."
"Is it because of the side effect of using an incomplete summoning method? Haha, should I say that the little girl is lucky? Or unfortunate? I can only wish them a happy Grace's Day, because this might be the last holiday they'll ever experience, "the second shadow said.
"Oh? Are you going to act so soon? "
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