Chapter 108: Duel (4)
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Chapter 108: Duel (4)
Tempest Burn.
As I invoked the spell, the spear shot forward and struck right in front of Frank, unleashing its contained heat all at once.
Whoosh!!
It was a combination of the intensely hot Flare, focused solely on temperature, and the spreading properties of Wind Blast.
Actually, this was just a weaker version of the Prominence Flare Carla once used.
Yet, it was still powerful enough to surpass the limits of lower-grade magic, as evidenced by the flames engulfing the entire arena.
I deliberately avoided hitting him directly, fearing it might kill him Was this what they called a third-years strength?
He managed to block it, though not easily.
Frank gritted his teeth, pouring his mana into the shield, resisting the heat that seemed capable of melting it.
Ugh!
The way he quickly fixed his shield with magic whenever it took damage seemed painful, but it was stable.
He might be able to hold it off like this, but
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Though the arena was engulfed in my threatening magic, Tempest Burn was my spell.
So I wouldnt be harmed by my own magic.
Thud.
I stepped forcefully, the ground beneath me thumping.
I couldnt cast other spells while maintaining the fire, but that didnt matter.
Frank was too focused on his shield to move.
The distance closed rapidly, thanks to the lingering effects of Haste.
Woong.
The closer I got to him, the stronger the daggers humming became.
As if it were crying out to see the blood of a cultist right away.
Was this thing cursed?
Thinking this, I struck Franks shield.
Crack.
There was a slight resistance.
But the shield, already strained by the flames, couldnt withstand the impact of my accelerated weight.
Cracks starting from the swords tip quickly spread across the shield.
Crash!
Finally, it shattered like glass, and my dagger pierced through, hitting Franks shoulder.
Cough!
His face contorted in pain, but there was also a look of relief, as if he thought I had deliberately missed because I knew he was a cultist.
But that wasnt the case.
He opened his mouth wide, pretending to bite down on something, perhaps for a counterattack.
But he wouldnt be closing his mouth or activating Void Devourer at close range.
Flash.
A burst of light from the dagger tore through him.
!!
Light was a cultists nemesis.
Overwhelmed by an intense pain stronger than ever, all Frank could do was gasp with his jaw hanging open.
I didnt miss the opportunity and quickly struck.
Strike! Strike! Strike!
Exactly. It might just be Franks bad luck, but its more plausible that hes a cultist. In fact, I even received an attack suspected to be from an Evil Gods power during the duel.
I briefly explained how I felt a bad sensation and dodged it, hearing a chewing sound behind me.
Then I threw away the clump of hair in my hand.
Plop.
Frank collapsed, writhing helplessly.
Looking down at him, I produced a cold voice.
Lowly, yet loud enough for everyone here to hear.
I hereby accuse Frank Miller of being a cultist! Additionally, as the winner, I request an investigation on Felop for choosing Frank as the champion!
What?! No! I didnt know I really didnt know!
Felop, bewildered by the turn of events, frantically waved his hands, but
He was only met with sharp hostility.
Sensing his doom, Felop started to step back hesitantly.
However, someone grabbed him by the nape to stop him.
Thud.
Wait a minute. Where do you think youre going? Huh?
Red hair and a seductive figure, but everything was overshadowed by her playful demeanor.
Have a little chat with the pretty professor, student!
Iona smiled, her sharp fangs glistening.
A typically careless smile.
Yet, there was an unmistakable chill of refusal in it.
Ionas hatred for heretics was famously known to all.
Felop might just be a spoiled brat, but it was satisfying to see his pale, frightened face.
Giggling, the professor from the Divinity Department, who was officiating the duel, finally declared,
The winner of this duel is Yandel, first-year of the Magic Department! Also, the accusation against Frank Miller and the requested investigation of Felop Brondei are hereby recognized in the name of the Duel Committee!
Thank you.
Dont mention it. Were sorry for not noticing, even when it was right in front of us. However, given the nature of this matter, we need your cooperation
Do you need the power of the relic? Ill cooperate as much as needed.
The old professor was as sensitive to cult matters as a priest should be.
This worked out for me.
I could use this chance to expose the dangers of the Boiling Silence Church.
Nodding in gratitude to Iona and the old professor, I descended from the arena.
Heading towards the three women waiting for me.
Carla clapped like a seal with her usual bright smile.
Elisha was proud of the elemental magic she created.
And Faye was clueless about the situation, having had no prior explanation and being unaware of my abilities.
I lightly kissed Carla and, still awkward with public displays of affection, gently patted Elisha on the back.
Finally, I shrugged my shoulders teasingly at the still-confused Faye.
You saw that? If anyone bothers Senior Faye again, just tell me. Ill take care of them.
Fayes dazed face gradually began to move.
Yes Ill always remember that youre on my side, Junior.
She smiled happily, pulling up the corners of her mouth.
It was the complete opposite of the expression I saw in that dark alley a few days ago.
Yes. Thats enough.
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Chapter 108: Duel (4)
Tempest Burn.
As I invoked the spell, the spear shot forward and struck right in front of Frank, unleashing its contained heat all at once.
Whoosh!!
It was a combination of the intensely hot Flare, focused solely on temperature, and the spreading properties of Wind Blast.
Actually, this was just a weaker version of the Prominence Flare Carla once used.
Yet, it was still powerful enough to surpass the limits of lower-grade magic, as evidenced by the flames engulfing the entire arena.
I deliberately avoided hitting him directly, fearing it might kill him Was this what they called a third-years strength?
He managed to block it, though not easily.
Frank gritted his teeth, pouring his mana into the shield, resisting the heat that seemed capable of melting it.
Ugh!
The way he quickly fixed his shield with magic whenever it took damage seemed painful, but it was stable.
He might be able to hold it off like this, but
Do you think Im just playing around?Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
Though the arena was engulfed in my threatening magic, Tempest Burn was my spell.
So I wouldnt be harmed by my own magic.
Thud.
I stepped forcefully, the ground beneath me thumping.
I couldnt cast other spells while maintaining the fire, but that didnt matter.
Frank was too focused on his shield to move.
The distance closed rapidly, thanks to the lingering effects of Haste.
Woong.
The closer I got to him, the stronger the daggers humming became.
As if it were crying out to see the blood of a cultist right away.
Was this thing cursed?
Thinking this, I struck Franks shield.
Crack.
There was a slight resistance.
But the shield, already strained by the flames, couldnt withstand the impact of my accelerated weight.
Cracks starting from the swords tip quickly spread across the shield.
Crash!
Finally, it shattered like glass, and my dagger pierced through, hitting Franks shoulder.
Cough!
His face contorted in pain, but there was also a look of relief, as if he thought I had deliberately missed because I knew he was a cultist.
But that wasnt the case.
He opened his mouth wide, pretending to bite down on something, perhaps for a counterattack.
But he wouldnt be closing his mouth or activating Void Devourer at close range.
Flash.
A burst of light from the dagger tore through him.
!!
Light was a cultists nemesis.
Overwhelmed by an intense pain stronger than ever, all Frank could do was gasp with his jaw hanging open.
I didnt miss the opportunity and quickly struck.
Strike! Strike! Strike!
Exactly. It might just be Franks bad luck, but its more plausible that hes a cultist. In fact, I even received an attack suspected to be from an Evil Gods power during the duel.
I briefly explained how I felt a bad sensation and dodged it, hearing a chewing sound behind me.
Then I threw away the clump of hair in my hand.
Plop.
Frank collapsed, writhing helplessly.
Looking down at him, I produced a cold voice.
Lowly, yet loud enough for everyone here to hear.
I hereby accuse Frank Miller of being a cultist! Additionally, as the winner, I request an investigation on Felop for choosing Frank as the champion!
What?! No! I didnt know I really didnt know!
Felop, bewildered by the turn of events, frantically waved his hands, but
He was only met with sharp hostility.
Sensing his doom, Felop started to step back hesitantly.
However, someone grabbed him by the nape to stop him.
Thud.
Wait a minute. Where do you think youre going? Huh?
Red hair and a seductive figure, but everything was overshadowed by her playful demeanor.
Have a little chat with the pretty professor, student!
Iona smiled, her sharp fangs glistening.
A typically careless smile.
Yet, there was an unmistakable chill of refusal in it.
Ionas hatred for heretics was famously known to all.
Felop might just be a spoiled brat, but it was satisfying to see his pale, frightened face.
Giggling, the professor from the Divinity Department, who was officiating the duel, finally declared,
The winner of this duel is Yandel, first-year of the Magic Department! Also, the accusation against Frank Miller and the requested investigation of Felop Brondei are hereby recognized in the name of the Duel Committee!
Thank you.
Dont mention it. Were sorry for not noticing, even when it was right in front of us. However, given the nature of this matter, we need your cooperation
Do you need the power of the relic? Ill cooperate as much as needed.
The old professor was as sensitive to cult matters as a priest should be.
This worked out for me.
I could use this chance to expose the dangers of the Boiling Silence Church.
Nodding in gratitude to Iona and the old professor, I descended from the arena.
Heading towards the three women waiting for me.
Carla clapped like a seal with her usual bright smile.
Elisha was proud of the elemental magic she created.
And Faye was clueless about the situation, having had no prior explanation and being unaware of my abilities.
I lightly kissed Carla and, still awkward with public displays of affection, gently patted Elisha on the back.
Finally, I shrugged my shoulders teasingly at the still-confused Faye.
You saw that? If anyone bothers Senior Faye again, just tell me. Ill take care of them.
Fayes dazed face gradually began to move.
Yes Ill always remember that youre on my side, Junior.
She smiled happily, pulling up the corners of her mouth.
It was the complete opposite of the expression I saw in that dark alley a few days ago.
Yes. Thats enough.
Chapter 108: Duel 4Tempest Burn.As I invoked the spell, the spear shot forward and struck right in front of Frank, unleashing its contained heat all at once.Whoosh!!It was a combination of the intensely hot Flare, focused solely on temperature, and the spreading properties of Wind Blast.Actually, this was just a weaker version of the Prominence Flare Carla once used.Yet, it was still powerful enough to surpass the limits of lower-grade magic, as evidenced by the flames engulfing the entire arena.I deliberately avoided hitting him directly, fearing it might kill him Was this what they called a third-years strength?He managed to block it, though not easily.Frank gritted his teeth, pouring his mana into the shield, resisting the heat that seemed capable of melting it.Ugh!The way he quickly fixed his shield with magic whenever it took damage seemed painful, but it was stable.He might be able to hold it off like this, butDo you think Im just playing around?Follow current novels on novelbin.comThough the arena was engulfed in my threatening magic, Tempest Burn was my spell.So I wouldnt be harmed by my own magic.Thud.I stepped forcefully, the ground beneath me thumping.I couldnt cast other spells while maintaining the fire, but that didnt matter.Frank was too focused on his shield to move.The distance closed rapidly, thanks to the lingering effects of Haste.Woong.The closer I got to him, the stronger the daggers humming became.As if it were crying out to see the blood of a cultist right away.Was this thing cursed?Thinking this, I struck Franks shield.Crack.There was a slight resistance.But the shield, already strained by the flames, couldnt withstand the impact of my accelerated weight.Cracks starting from the swords tip quickly spread across the shield.Crash!Finally, it shattered like glass, and my dagger pierced through, hitting Franks shoulder.Cough!His face contorted in pain, but there was also a look of relief, as if he thought I had deliberately missed because I knew he was a cultist.But that wasnt the case.He opened his mouth wide, pretending to bite down on something, perhaps for a counterattack.But he wouldnt be closing his mouth or activating Void Devourer at close range.Flash.A burst of light from the dagger tore through him.!!Light was a cultists nemesis.Overwhelmed by an intense pain stronger than ever, all Frank could do was gasp with his jaw hanging open.I didnt miss the opportunity and quickly struck.Strike! Strike! Strike!Exactly. It might just be Franks bad luck, but its more plausible that hes a cultist. In fact, I even received an attack suspected to be from an Evil Gods power during the duel.I briefly explained how I felt a bad sensation and dodged it, hearing a chewing sound behind me.Then I threw away the clump of hair in my hand.Plop.Frank collapsed, writhing helplessly.Looking down at him, I produced a cold voice.Lowly, yet loud enough for everyone here to hear.I hereby accuse Frank Miller of being a cultist! Additionally, as the winner, I request an investigation on Felop for choosing Frank as the champion!What?! No! I didnt know I really didnt know!Felop, bewildered by the turn of events, frantically waved his hands, butHe was only met with sharp hostility.Sensing his doom, Felop started to step back hesitantly.However, someone grabbed him by the nape to stop him.Thud.Wait a minute. Where do you think youre going? Huh?Red hair and a seductive figure, but everything was overshadowed by her playful demeanor.Have a little chat with the pretty professor, student!Iona smiled, her sharp fangs glistening.A typically careless smile.Yet, there was an unmistakable chill of refusal in it.Ionas hatred for heretics was famously known to all.Felop might just be a spoiled brat, but it was satisfying to see his pale, frightened face.Giggling, the professor from the Divinity Department, who was officiating the duel, finally declared,The winner of this duel is Yandel, first-year of the Magic Department! Also, the accusation against Frank Miller and the requested investigation of Felop Brondei are hereby recognized in the name of the Duel Committee!Thank you.Dont mention it. Were sorry for not noticing, even when it was right in front of us. However, given the nature of this matter, we need your cooperationDo you need the power of the relic? Ill cooperate as much as needed.The old professor was as sensitive to cult matters as a priest should be.This worked out for me.I could use this chance to expose the dangers of the Boiling Silence Church.Nodding in gratitude to Iona and the old professor, I descended from the arena.Heading towards the three women waiting for me.Carla clapped like a seal with her usual bright smile.Elisha was proud of the elemental magic she created.And Faye was clueless about the situation, having had no prior explanation and being unaware of my abilities.I lightly kissed Carla and, still awkward with public displays of affection, gently patted Elisha on the back.Finally, I shrugged my shoulders teasingly at the still-confused Faye.You saw that? If anyone bothers Senior Faye again, just tell me. Ill take care of them.Fayes dazed face gradually began to move.Yes Ill always remember that youre on my side, Junior.She smiled happily, pulling up the corners of her mouth.It was the complete opposite of the expression I saw in that dark alley a few days ago.Yes. Thats enough.
