The spectators in the seats around the Colosseum began to cheer for the witch and for the fierce battle.

It didn't look like a wizard in one mind: they were supposed to be robed and grim-faced in a darkly lit room full of blood, a bunch of ruthless, human-skinned demons; At this moment, they are more like a group of ordinary citizens living in an above-ground city.

This is largely due to the fact that the top floor is where young people gather. Even in the isolated Magic Tower, it still can't resist the cultural infiltration from the outside world.

Sycodius didn't know if this was good or bad, and she didn't care about it. The witch was just worried about her friends in the gladiatorial arena. And unfortunately, no one would think like her at all.

The atmosphere in the audience was nothing but frenzy. Some people even raised their wands high in the air while cheering, and "snapped" into the sky to shoot colorful fireworks.

…… Yes, it can also be used as a glow stick, but in a special version of the Extraordinary.

Including the wands in the hands of the two duelists, they were provided by the organizers. In fact, wizards don't need a wand to cast spells, and there are a variety of alchemy items that can be used to assist in battle. The Wizard's Duel Wand is on the one hand fair and eliminates the hassle of powerful alchemy weapons, and on the other hand, it can record battle information instantly.

……

Poetry's gaze pierced through the rainbow of energy intertwined in the field and fell on the two of them.

Obviously, Willett is also aware of her own disadvantage, her magic has begun to run low, and the other party is still at ease. If you want to win in this situation, you can't continue to delay, you must seize the time to take the initiative, drag the opponent into your own rhythm, let the opponent breathe in the overwhelming offensive, and end the battle as soon as possible.

Witches do just that.

In the eyes of others, Villelet had the upper hand, and victory was within reach for her; Her figure is majestic, like a goddess symbolizing victory on an oil painting depicting war; But in Sycodi's eyes, the girl's face was turning pale little by little, and the overloaded magic was already taking a toll on her body.

Any wizard knows very well how unbearable the pain can be with this lack of demons. It was as if she could imagine that the pain was coming from inside her friend's body as if someone had worn her body with a chainsaw...... Now Wellrit is completely relying on the support of willpower.

But pain will distract her, and the witch will become sluggish in her reflexes, unable to move and dodge as nimble as before; And her opponent is not a small character, and she will definitely seize this opportunity to apply a ruthless counterattack, and Willett is like moving on a tightrope on a cliff, and she may fall into the deep ravine at any moment.

But she didn't choose to give up.

The girl is gritting her teeth, advancing in the confrontation of spells swept by a storm,

Everyone in the audience was infected by her figure, and Poetic, who could see it more clearly than them, had far more intense emotions in her heart than they did.

Why do you want to do this? She wondered, didn't Willy know that she would most likely be seriously injured or even die in this battle.

Sycodi's heart clenched, and for a moment it was even a little difficult to breathe.

…… She was afraid that her friends would really leave her.

In this moment, Sykodi felt that she had never really understood her friend; But since the person who did such a thing was Willy, it didn't seem difficult to understand.

In the gladiatorial arena, the atmosphere finally came to its climax. The distance between Villerett Edward and Duncan Davy had been reduced to a dozen paces, and each other only had to raise their hands and cast a spell to have a chance to finish off their opponents once and for all.

If it weren't for the superhuman physique and reflexes of the extraordinary, such as a knight or an assassin, there would be no way to dodge at this distance.

Whoever is faster will win -

And just then, Silky heard the wizard leader behind her sigh.

"It's a pity."

Longman Hall whispered.

In this case, it is self-evident who the object of his emotion is.

Poetry's heart sank.

Although she hates and dislikes Longman Hall, she does not question the eye of a legendary wizard.

Could it be that Willy really ......!

*

The last of the magic collided, squeezed and clashed, and a blinding light erupted between the two, obscuring their figures.

But for Sycodi, this level of light could not hinder the witch's gaze, and she stared blankly at the scene that took place on the field, and her mood had sunk to the bottom.

The brown-haired young man, Duncan Davy, raised his wand first, and a blazing white light shot out from the tip and struck Willett's right arm, leaving a trail of dust on the soil beside her.

The rising smoke obscured the blonde witch.

…… Is it over?

Poeti sighed.

It's all over, Willy......

The surrounding voices seemed to be far away from her at this moment, and time stood still, leaving only a few empty sounds.

…… No, it doesn't matter, as long as you're alive, Sycody thought. However, the appearance of Willet's desperate efforts all this time involuntarily came to mind, and she felt that her friend was not worth it.

But in the next second, the girl's figure jumped out of the smoke. The robe fluttered behind the girl's back, like a bird flying freely.

She raised her wand in the air and unleashed the most powerful spell since the beginning of the duel, and the shockwave swept like a storm that had been compressed dozens of times, and the originally colorless and massless air flow took on a rich white color under her control, knocking the opponent in front of her into the air.

Duncan Davy flew through the air like a ball that had been thrown, and with a "bang" - he crashed into the barrier behind him in the blink of an eye. There were waves on the "wall of air". His head tilted and he fainted on the spot.

Vellet's feet fell to the ground heavily, and she couldn't stand still, stumbling forward to her knees, her wand slipping from her hand.

The blonde girl grabbed her gurgling arm. She lost all her strength, as if her bones had been sucked away, and she collapsed limply on the sand.

The hair on her forehead fell loosely, obscuring her face and her expression distorted by pain.

Silky subconsciously held her breath. Now Willy looks really embarrassed and worried...... But no one cared about this before.

The audience roared like a tsunami of cheers,

This time, even if Willett remained the unapproachable and cold in the eyes of others, it probably couldn't stop her meteoric rise in popularity: it was the privilege of the chief student, and she would become the brightest star among the young wizards, and the goal of her heart.

The wizards chanted the names of the victors. Several wizards descended from the sky and took the badly injured Villette and the unconscious Duncan Davy to the rear for healing and rest.

It was only then that Sykodi let out a long sigh of relief and sat back.

Because she was too nervous when she watched the battle just now, her heart was still pounding, and her body was sticky and full of sweat.

I didn't expect ......

It was a real victory!

In hindsight, Silky realized that it was not the result of her magic and spell casting, but rather the triumph of Willet's wisdom and willpower.

In fact, the timing of the two releasing spells was almost the same, Duncan's strength was stronger, and he was bound to be the winner in the speed competition, but Wellett took the initiative to postpone it, in order to close the distance and "kill with one blow". The consequence of this is injury – and possibly even a puncture, such as the heart or throat.

If that were the case, none of the Life Realm wizards arranged near the dueling arena might have time to save her life. In other words, the witch is gambling with her own life and relying on this consciousness to win.

It is true that Willett is a little less qualified as a wizard, but in the end, she relies on her mind and the courage to act to save it all. In particular, he was able to think of reasonable strategies in the intense pain of overloading his magic, overcome his instinctive timidity, and bravely use his body as bait...... It's remarkable.

A smile appeared on Sycodi's face.

It seems that legendary wizards will also have their eyes at times.

She turned her head, only to find that her teacher had left her seat and walked to the door.

The teacup sat on the edge of the chair, emitting a steaming smoke.

"Teacher, there will be a banquet later, Mr. Green specially invited you here today, aren't you going to continue watching?"

Silky quickly reminded him.

"No, I don't have to."

Longman Hall didn't turn around, he replied in a low voice.

"I don't want to see the face of that victor again today."

The witch was stunned for a moment. Did Willy offend him? But it doesn't look like it's angry...... From Longman Hall's tone, she could only hear a sense of boredom for no apparent reason.

"This is my personal advice, Miss Miller, and remember to spend more time with your friends."

"Of course, today's victory is worth celebrating......"

"No, I'm not talking about that."

Longman Hall was silent for a moment before continuing.

"Do you think you're the only one in the chief student who is special? Your friend is in the same situation as you, Miss Miller. Or at least she used to be. ”

"But now it seems that the value of that little girl is far less than yours."

With these words, Mr. Longman strode away. The rest of his entourage followed him silently like ghosts. No one cast a gaze at Sycodi.

In the end, only the silver-haired witch was left in the room, standing in a daze.