Chapter Ninety-Three: Victory

"No one would have imagined that the challenger's first spell was spell immunity - energy, this is a very special spell that only defends against magic made of pure energy, and if Wendel casts the most common fire bullet or acid arrow, the challenge will probably be over", the poet sighed softly, "The challenger seems to have guessed Wendel's first spell. Immediately after this, he began the second spell chant, and Wendell squandered the energy in vain, and the meteor streaked on the immunity circle only stirred up some airflow. ”

The eyes of the three children widened, and they unconsciously suppressed their breathing, as if the battle was before their eyes.

Despite the first mistake, Wendell calmly began the second spell, his skillful chanting level was far above the challenger's ability, a powerful ball of flame burst energy quickly converged, and the audience could almost feel the blazing air about to burn, and our downcast challenger had not yet completed the second spell, the air that swept through the entire square swept towards him, children, the heat that only a roasted duck can experience. ”

Gucard on the side said "haha", "Ducks don't feel hot"

"Thank you for the reminder", the poet shook his hand at him, "The Flame Burst stopped in front of the challenger, his second spell was finally chanted, the white twilight condensed in the air around him, this spell is called 'Spell Trap', its function is to return the attack energy to the caster, hahaha, unimaginable effect, the Flame Burst was doubled, a small whirlwind of flames formed in the square, and I was lying on the ground at that time", the poet bent down and pressed against the table, "Just like this, if you don't do this you will become a roast duck"

The children shouted softly, and their bodies fell quietly.

"When the black smoke in the square cleared, I saw that our hero mage Wendell had been blackened, but you don't have to worry, he was unharmed, the layers of energy completely protected him, the spell sequence was activated, the radiant power and a spell shield, the stone shield and the illusion spell were also stimulated at the same time, do you remember what a spell shield is?" the poet asked.

"Yes", the curly boy replied excitedly, "can resist any low-level attack spells until the energy is completely consumed." ”

"That's right, the spell shield protects Wendell from spell attacks, and the radiant power prevents any weapon attacks, and he is perfectly encased, and only weapons with elemental attacks can touch his robes. Now you can see seven Wendell on the stage, they laugh together, and say, 'Challenger, you did a good job, let me see what you plan to do next', they cast spells at the same time, of course, in fact, only one of them is Wendell, the other six are just illusions, and the spell he casts is called Spell Penetration, and its effect is to remove the spell effect on the target, and once successful, the challenger will lose his protective energy. ”

Drawn to the same table by the story, Gucard said, "It's time for the challenger to step down." ”

The poet looked at him without replying, "The challenger continues to chant in a low-key manner, he must grasp every second of the gap, the opponent is too strong, he seems to be dancing on a fire, and any distracting movement will burn him in the heat." When the spell is seen through and flies, the energy in his hand happens to be completed, this is a surface of energy body, many people may have never heard of it, it is very coincidental that I have seen, this is called the Mirror of Reversal, when used alone, this spell has no effect, even in the face of magic it is only selectively waved, such as light and magic balls, it has no effect on mist, magic seal, and divine magic, can you understand?".

The people at the table looked at the poet silently, without replying or asking questions.

"Well, it's hard for you to understand, if I don't explain in particular, you may not understand what happened, and you won't be able to appreciate the excitement of this battle, the spell chosen by the challenger is for magic orbs, magic light spells, it can reflect spells such as Death Finger, Petrification, Rainbow Light, etc., but it is ineffective against most spells such as Stinky Cloud, Acid Arrow, Frost, etc., understand?"

Gukhad raised his wrist, "You're suggesting that the challenger already knows that Wendell can cast spell penetration?"

The poet nodded in satisfaction, "With Wendel's level, it is impossible for the challenger to see through his defenses, only Wendel himself can crack his own defenses." ”

"It's a bit of a," Gucard shook his head, "why does he guess it every time?"

"It's hard to guess, but it's easy to explain, because Wendell has two accidents, and he subconsciously decides to break the challenger's defenses first, and spell detection is the way he is best at it. ”

"He's amazing," exclaimed the tall kid.

"It's amazing, but the challenge isn't over yet, and neither side is hurt. Wendel is at a relative disadvantage, his protection is all gone, dissolved by his own spell detection, but we must take into account Wendel's robes, as I have already said, it is a very magical equipment, it can withstand most of the energy shocks, so if the challenger wants to defeat him, he must have more powerful magic", the poet drank the Dumu wine, "Great, I like to drink this wine at such a time, I can feel the peace of my body when the rain hits the earth. ”

"Go on," Gukhad slapped the table, shouting like a child.

"Come, I leave the ending to you, what should the challenger do to end the battle before Wendel's defenses are reorganized" The poet shook his sleeves triumphantly.

The children looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Colorful balls?"

"It's supposed to be the rainbow," Gucard guessed.

"Both of these spells identify the recipient, and they are not very likely to be cast on a good mage, so they are not the best choice", the poet stood up and walked to the counter, "Aunt Doris, have another drink", and while Doris was pouring the wine, the poet quipped, "What do you think you should do?"

Doris shrugged, "If it's I'll punch him with my fist"

"Very good, quite good," the poet applauded loudly, "this is the best option", and he turned to the crowd in the tavern. Wendell started to chant defensive spells when the challenger walked over, he smashed his fist in Wendel's face, the great Wendell definitely did not expect a mage to use such a despicable and lowly attack, he was stunned The challenger pushed him down and rode on top of him, like two drunks in a tavern, Wendell grabbed each other's heads and tore them hard, and the challenger almost ripped off Wendel's pants, all the audience stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths, a wonderful spell duel turned into a fight, they rolled on the stage and threw punches, and finally, Wendell was kicked off the stage by the challenger, and he lost。 ”

"Hahahaha" Gukhad couldn't help but laugh, "Finished?"

The poet smiled and nodded, "The challenger took the entire reward, and he succeeded." ”

"Your story is so, it's time for me to get to work. ”

"Anything can be born, this is the joy of life, you can never guess what will be born in the next moment", the poet returned to his seat, "children, what do you think?"

"The challenger is so powerful, he can guess Wendel's spell. ”

"Yes, he has insight into people's psychology, but don't ignore the reasons, Wendell has played thirty games, he has exposed his habits and weaknesses to the next challenger, remember that lesson and never leak his cards to anyone else. ”

The children nodded earnestly.

"And then there's a second point: learning one more skill will always help you, don't limit yourself to common sense. Mages can swing punches, warriors can cast spells, and the more surprises your enemies have, the better your chances of winning. ”

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Katrina was descending the stairs.

Tarrant greeted him, "The spirit of the great master is much better. ”

"Hmm", she lowered her head, "I've thought about ......"

"Consider what?" Tarrant wondered.

"Negative energy, I made a decision", Katrina looked at Tarrant squarely, her eyes flashing with obscure determination.

Chapter Ninety-Three: Victory