The First School of Magic of the Wren Empire, Prisland.

The long history, like the surging glory and achievements, so that its name itself has become synonymous with glory and pride. If the noble brilliance of nearly a thousand years can be converted into weight, then I am afraid that there is no magician on the continent who can bear such a heavy weight.

Chongyang stood in front of the gate of the academy, looking up at the lofty name for the last time - no matter whether he won or lost today, he would not stay in this place again.

The two leaders of "Ranger Philo", Phil and Yarrow, who have witnessed Chongyang's nearly ten years of college career, can understand his mood better than his brother Zhuoyang.

Chongyang @ Bright has not glory, but shame. Shame inflicted on the name of Prisland. He endured silently, alone, for six years.

No one will doubt that the glory of Prisland is enough to crush people, but this glory is shared by countless students, mentors, graduates, successful powerhouses, and big people.

However, there was only one man, silently, with his slightly thin shoulders, who shouldered the burden of shame.

What a terrible pressure that must be?

Philley and Yarrow looked at Chongyang's back—it wasn't the Prisland College student robe, but the back of the blood-red robe. The black sun that radiated a solemn brilliance made their hearts shake a little.

They used to think they knew this old friend very well, but now they ...... Chongyang left them with only strangeness.

Through the verification of the guards, when several people entered the academy together, the eyes of the gate guards also stayed on the back of Chongyang's eye-catching robes. The contrast between red and black, dignified and violent, is too exciting for the eyes of others.

This is specially designed to be able to see your own people from a distance in the vast snow. Originally, with such a simple and rough style, it would only be scorned by the aristocratic costume designers of the imperial capital. But the people who saw this dress with their own eyes—the genius elite students of Presland—were all shocked by the fierce aura for a moment.

The noisy discussion did not erupt until Chongyang and the others walked in front of them.

"Isn't that a scrap repeater, why is he dressed like that!?"

"Hey, don't you know? I heard that the repeater's magic defect has been cured, and he jumped to the fifth level magician at once!"

"It is said that the first thing he did when he recovered was to challenge Freya @ Howason, who is also a fifth-level magician!"

"Freya, that earth-wind dual-line genius, repeater dueling with her, crazy!"

"It must be crazy. Poor fellow, after so many years of being a waste material of shame, his brain has long been abnormal. So as soon as he recovers, he provokes the strongest genius and wants to save face......"

"What if he's cured of the defect and promoted to level five? He's the most rubbish fire mage, and he can still be a genius opponent like Miss Freya!? ”

"It's not surprising that he's crazy, but why would Miss Freya fight him?"

"I heard that he said very nasty things to Miss Freya......"

"Sin deserves death! Let's see how Miss Freya punishes him, hahaha-"

"Hey, do you want to take a look? Now that the handicap has been opened, bet on how long the repeater can support the student, the shortest is currently five seconds, and the longest is two minutes. ”

"It's fun to see, I'll bet thirty seconds, fifty Azurite coins ......"

......

The crowd of students gradually converged on the actual combat practice ground from all directions because of the news that Chongyang and Freya were about to start a duel.

After receiving the news, the Prisland Student Union had already prepared the best venue. The referee invited a West German tutor who was very popular and recognized among the students, and was known for his gentle personality and fairness.

At this time, on the edge of the dueling arena, which is like an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, surrounded by towering staircase stands, the West German instructor is quietly wiping his monocle.

When he heard the invitation of the student council to serve as the referee of the duel, he never imagined that the two sides of this duel would be the two famous figures of Prisland College.

Repeaters and Geniuses......

Sid couldn't help but shake his head, this is really a match that he would never have dreamed of with his rich experience in refereeing. Because the gap is so great, the disparity is so weird. Why, these two people, who should have been unable to fight with eight poles, would have made such a fuss that they had to go to a duel? He couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that, more and more spectators came to sit in the stands, and even some mentors and colleagues came...... The appeal of celebrities is endless.

Uh, wait, that's it? Sid happened to see an old man on the stage, and suddenly couldn't believe his eyes. He tucked the monocle back into his right eye socket and blinked vigorously to make sure he was not mistaken.

Andre @ Professor Green!

The most senior professor of the fire department in Prisland College, and the most hidden professor of the college, who is also known as the most hidden college professor who rarely appears once a year, why would he leave his residence and research room where he has stayed all the year round and come here to watch a duel between students!?

This came as a surprise to the West German mentor. When was the last time I saw Professor André outside......? Was it when you were still a student at the college?

"Chongyang @ Bright hasn't come yet?"

In the best position in the stands, the silver-haired, white-bearded old professor with his eyes flickering anxiously and fidgeting.

And the source of his uneasiness comes from a magic scroll that was conveyed to him from the student council president, Leon @Bicardo, two days ago.

Fire Magic Scroll, Level 1.

Professor Andre's first reaction was that the bunnies in the student council were making fun of him, an old professor of the declining fire department, but when he opened the scroll and saw the formation diagram depicted on it, his mind completely changed.

It was a low-level, but extremely powerful magic scroll that he couldn't even see!

The message from the student council was that he could crack the magic on this scroll for more information. But then he was eager to learn more about the scroll from the student union. As a result, he was soon introduced by Leon, the student council president, to meet the owner of the scroll.

"This is a scroll made by Chongyang @Bright, and he will be my opponent in a duel. "The earth wind dual mage girl named Freya @ Howason, said to Professor Andre.

Then Professor Andre came to see the duel, to see the legendary repeater, the disgrace of Preslan, the fire mage, the maker of the mysterious fire scroll.

Professor André has been obsessed with the study of magic for many years, and rarely spends much time outdoors. So this time he actually joined in the excitement of a student duel, which shocked some people, including the West German tutor.

However, this silver-haired old professor is far from being the most high-profile figure on the field at the moment, because she is here.

Freya, dressed in a plain white robe, is like a white lotus blooming on the clear lake in the forest, pure, solemn, cold, and takes away the brilliance of the world. A cyan striped staff in his hand, the tip of which is like a coil of silk, and the gem is like a cat's eye, deeply reflecting the whole world.

Her long waterfall hair, which usually fell down, was tied up at this time and tied into a pretty ponytail, which looked charming. A few strands of green silk hang down from the ears and gently hold the pink cheeks, adding a little softness and elegance.

She just stood there, standing quietly on the side of the field, like a fairy in the field, attracting the attention of almost everyone on the field, the heat of men, the jealousy of women.

However, Freya only thinks of one person at the moment, a man, a man who she once underestimated.

If it weren't for the presence of her grandfather, Elder Richard, who listened to what she said and got a scroll, she would still be blinded by his appearance.

Only level 2 can break through the 'Wind Flower Circle Dance Array''......' The cumbersome and esoteric scroll magic array, unprecedented terrifying power......

......

Suddenly, a pensive Freya felt a sudden silence on the field. She looked up and saw a bright red figure in the distance.

I don't know why, when Chongyang appeared in front of everyone, his chattering mouths invariably quieted down.

A blood-red robe, carrying a strange and deep black sun.

and a plain white girl, forming a strong contrast that is incompatible...... No, not only with Freya, but with everyone present, students, and mentors, there is a strong contrast.

He was just silent, letting the cold wind blow the hem of his robe and clothes, and he looked extremely arrogant as he walked all the way with his staff in hand.

Arrogant?

Is a person who is called the disgrace of the academy qualified to be arrogant?

Just when some students in the stands felt that a certain unhappiness in their hearts had reached the extreme, and they were about to break the silence and scold a few words, Chongyang spoke first.

His voice was not very good, but as soon as he spoke, everyone who looked at him involuntarily on the huge scene couldn't help but listen to his words.

"Sorry, I'm late. That's the first sentence.

"The referee is the West German mentor? ”

"No problem......?

With a flat tone and deep eyes, the black-haired young man walked into the arena, facing the girl in white, and lifted the hem of his robe, revealing a dazzling red!

"Let's get started. There was only one person left in Chongyang's eyes, and the faint blood color in the black pupils was like a red lotus blooming in the dark.

There was a dead silence. Almost everyone in the audience, shrouded in the intensity of a volcanic eruption, could only stare at the color of the flame that seemed to be burning, and could not make a sound.

In the center of the sudden burst of momentum, Freya couldn't help but be a little moved, she felt for a moment that she was not facing a person, but a wild beast that had awakened from its slumber, stretched out its claws, and bared its fangs!

"Wait a minute!" an old voice, but at this moment, it sounded a little tremblingly.