Opposite Blackwater, Rossby also held a strategy session, chaired by Principal Mildred Stone.

"Helena and Nancy, completely disrupted Gwen Song, do what you can to deal with their confessors. ”

"Got it!"

"Yes!"

"Bea, you have to prioritize Julia until Julia cheers up, and if Julia cheers up and turns around without surprise, this fight is as good as ours. ”

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Jody, do everything you can to keep the team going. If Bia is busy protecting Julia, don't be afraid to use your shield of faith. ”

"Admit it, ma'am. ”

"Julia, we're counting on you. ”

"I won't disappoint you, ma'am, nor will I disappoint Judge Ferris. Julia put her hand on her heart. She could feel the wyvern soul within, blending into her astral form. It is a rare and precious gift that cannot be obtained by any mage who has gained favor through monster hunting. Humans have no way to escape from trapping the astral forms of magical creatures at their core—their very nature. It's a skill that belongs to the older, more coordinated magical races.

"Remember what I told you, Gwen Song can't keep her "unique" abilities for long. Again, she won't endanger your life, so use it for your benefit. Kill her healer in your bipedal form and the battle will be won. ”

"Yes, ma'am, look forward to my performance!"

Stone returned to the podium to start the final.

From Blackwater High School: Gwen Song, Yue Bai, Deborah Jones, Huitu M. T. Talanga, Avia Lindholm. Rossby College: Julia M. F. Müller, Helen Carter, Beatrice M. A. Dawson, Jody Klein, and Nancy Hayes!"

The crowd cheered.

"For the tiebreaker - a five-on-five group stage. ”

"Reviewer, please initialize this field. Terrain!"

The fields changed, suddenly filled with water and mud churned.

It was a swamp! The contestants were suddenly drawn to the thick, slimy dirt.

The Blackwater team looked at each other. That didn't affect their plans, but it doesn't make things easy so far. As for the other team, the damn Wyvern is coming.

The team struggled through the terrain and got into position: Deborah and Yue moved to the front, Vetu in the middle, and Elvia behind Gwen.

Rossby, on the contrary, seems to be more organized. The girls expertly separated themselves from each other, not letting each other in, the distant heels gathered behind the confessor, and the therapist stood in the middle. Julia was alone in front, and the earthen Abjurah's frontal shield could provide enough cover for herself and her team.

Julia felt her pulse quicken as she saw Gwen's figure struggling through the mud. The terrain was a godsend to her. She can fly, and Blackwater's deformer, Deborah, must use jumping. In addition, the slimy mud wreaks havoc on the surf girl's sand element, making her specialty even more limited.

Stone waited until both teams acknowledged their new terrain.

"Let's go!"

Unlike small duels, the Five-Five tournament starts with a lot of color. The group brawl is the king of magician duels and has its origins in the former Olympic Arena. Every four years, viewers around the world watch the World Magician Championship in public squares, universities, bars, and homes staring at their lumen casters.

"God forbid!"

"Sand Armor!"

"Resist the Elementals!"

"Fireball is coming!

"Ariel!" Ariel headed straight for the sideline, a moving white lightning bolt barely touching the mud with his feet barely touching the ground, trying to attack his opponent from the flank.

Rossby echoed the same.

"Molten Armor"

"Resist the Elementals!"

"Julius!

"Fireball!"

"God forbid!"

A series of spells kicks off this epic battle. This is a pivotal moment, a strategic and psychological game. Coordination, prediction, teamwork, only these three can ensure that one team wins over the other.

On Gwen's side, the Punum shield of Ritu appeared, instantly diverting the incoming fireball and sleet storm, and the green stone shards rattled.

"Firestorm?!Fireball!" cried Beatrice, the confessor. As the fireball exploded over her team, she barely managed to raise her earthen shield in time.

"Shield of Faith!" their healer, Jody panicked and grabbed the fireball before it engulfed herself and Helena.

"Wait!" Julia encouraged her teammates. "I'll pay them back tenfold!"

"Blizzard, coming!" called Helena. This Asian girl is ridiculous!She's going to burn her mana in two spells?!Once again, Helena retrieves her soul Julius and uses him to form an aura of ice so that the temperature rise caused by the firestorm doesn't hurt her teammates.

"Transfiguration!" Julia has matured her molten armor and is now ready to turn into a living coup d'état. Her morphological field begins to change, although this time there is no magma explosion because she is an ally.

Nonsense! Nonsense!

A string of lightning-fast needles swept past Julia. Where the hell did that come from? She glanced around the battlefield and saw a mongoose laughing at her everywhere.

"It's familiar to her!Get it off me!" Julia ordered.

Nancy, the summoner of fire, began firing a barrage of rockets towards the edge of the field, at which point Ariel slammed its tail and unleashed a flurry of electric darts.

Beatrice is preoccupied with protecting Nancy from a paralyzing attack.

Is it hard to defend against a firestorm? Absurd, of course. Although the spell initially manifests itself as ice, Yue's ridiculous affinity means that the spell is like a small meteor shower. Each falling debris is an unstable ball of plasma that explodes upon impact, creating a heat-filled destruction. As long as you can keep up with the course, the meteors will keep appearing, scurrying around, almost impossible to defend against.

Beatrice cursed under his breath. All she can do is maximize her mana, forming a hemispherical dome to protect her companions. Usually, the arouser precedes the confessor.

In this regard, Beatrice is confident. The Mana Pool, more formally known as the Vendor Managed Inventory Capacity Mana Index, is a magical skill that cannot be mitigated through effort. No matter how gifted a student is or how capable they are at developing spells – there is a strict limit to how much a person's mana reserves can grow. Even a strict diet of the best wasteland materials does not replace this fact and only accelerates its growth. Therefore, the advantage of a well-stocked mage is the accumulation of time and resources.

"I see—"

Just as she was about to announce that she could hold the fortress, there was a loud bang, and a bright light scorched her retinas, and her mind was filled with wonder. A tingling tinnitus stabbed violently into her ear, and for a second, she disappeared completely. The girls of Rossby were well trained, but they were too naïve.

Without any warning, the firestorm broke through the cover of the confessors and landed.

Gwen didn't cast the spell precisely because she was waiting for the storm to come.

This was a strategy she developed with Yue and the crew, precisely because she had an unusual, non-lethal AOE signature spell - flashbangs.

It will only work once – now is the time.

Julia was among her five most powerful companions, and from the first five companions, Julia began her transformation. In particular, she placed the magic explosion directly under the dome created by Abu Jul – harnessing one of the most powerful properties of the lightning element – the ability to manifest at a designated point in space without the trajectory of a projectile.

A second later, the iconic incantation erupted in a cacophony of light and sound, amplified by the semi-dome above Abujul. The spell caused them all to lose their bearings, but the refracted sound waves that hit the confessor stunned her, and the girl seemed to lose consciousness for half a second.

Soon, the earthen dome of Abjur collapsed. Grunting, Yue pushed down with both hands, channeling the last bit of mana into the firestorm.

Her goal was achieved. Gwen focused her attention on setting up a welcome ceremony for the Wyvern.

"Beatrice!" Julia was furious when she realized that their outcasts had let them down, and that a powerful fire storm was about to wipe out four members of her team.

With a heavy conscience, she neglects her team and instead focuses on her molten armor. What was done, what was done, Julia had to balance the playing field in other ways. She lunged and squeezed out of the swamp, her new pterodactyl flying towards the Blackwaters.

"Small stone shape!"

Julia had walked about half a meter when she realized that her hind legs were being tethered to something in the swamp, and the weight was weighed down by two huge balls and a chain attached to her body. She curled her neck above the arena and saw the surf girl with her arms stretched out to her elbows, manipulating the sand in the mud like an undercurrent beneath the molten mud.

"Arrogance!" Wayne growled.

Julia shoots a puff of overheated air at the shape-shifting girl, but a green stone shield made of honeycomb-shaped punamu appears in front of Deborah, blocking the destructive power of her breath.

Julia could hear her teammates whimpering behind her, angering her and sending her into even greater violence. She tugged hard, thrust her body into the air, and rolled up the two thick pieces of sand that were still wrapped around her ankles.

"I can't hold her anymore!" Julia heard the surf girl scream, her head now filled with anger and revenge. With a roar, she lunged towards the Blackbush team, toward Gwen, towards the healer hiding behind her. If Julia can take out Gwen and take out the doctors who support her, then victory is still possible!

Even after losing four of her teammates, Julia felt she could do it! Judge Ferris had high hopes for her!How could she fail, especially after their 151 fiasco?

The Wyvern is coming. This plan is doable.

"Well done Deborah, get rid of those who have straggled!" Gwen shouted.

"Yue, stand back and recover some mana!"

"Wow! Protect Elvia first, my spell can't be maintained without her!"

"Yes!"

A shadow loomed over them, an angry, magma-dripping pterosaur hovering more than a dozen meters above them, radiating the glow of magma.

Julia dived.

Erin Ferris was frustrated and angry, and in disappointment and defeat clung to the armrests of the Edwardian benches. When a powerful burst of fire descended, she immediately realized that their chances of victory were gone.

Who would have thought that this little prostitute had a signature spell that she had never seen before? What was that? Flashbang? It's an interesting concept, but it borrows heavily from the instantaneous nature of spatial representation associated with quasi-elemental lightning.

Who invented it? A unique elemental anomaly. Was it the man next to her? Was it the little witch herself?

Rossby's confessor was a good one, and the resonant light and sound exploded and vanished. Healers are useless if there is no shielding, as they lack mass healing at the lower levels. The magician tried his best to stop the flames, but it was in vain. Their own firesummoner had done their best, but between that mongoose's harassment and that strange green mineral shelter, she might also be absent.

No, Erin knew that the girls were well trained and far beyond the level of professionalism expected of their age.

Rather, it is a question of application, a question of combat experience. Somehow, the Blackwater team saw more action. Their evok, Asian girls, gives an air of destructive intent that Erin sees in veterans. Similarly, the Greenstone Mages are also well-trained and cannot be part of a public school. Even mediocre shapeshifters have a middle-level spirit that can shape sand. Aside from Gwen Song's appearance, why is there an all-star team from a poor and neglected school like Blackspot, and how did they get this bunch of freaks together?

Erin looked at Henry Kilroy, who was sipping golden mead and nodding to herself with each spell.

"Helen Carter, get out!"

"Beatrice Dawson, get out!"

"Jody Klein, get out!"

"Nancy Hayes, get out!"

Mildred Stone, Ferris's protégé, looked as if she was vomiting blood when she announced every girl who had surrendered.

However, there is hope.

Julia's dragon boat is almost in Gwensong. If she can take out the empty girl and her healer, then it's all over.

Gwen felt her vitality drying up. Is it possible for a person to feel empty? It was the first time she had consciously pushed herself to such a point.

Avia also felt her reserve of positive energy quickly run out. It was as if a Nophiratu had suddenly drained the heat from her veins and replaced it with mysterious ice. She immediately stiffened, her limited mana pool unable to meet Gwen's output needs.

In the image above, the Weaver is falling from a terrible arc and approaching them with the force of a freight train, which unfortunately also catches fire.

Gwen waited until the water dragon swept across the pond, then released the last part of the spell she had been holding onto, at the cost of her vitality.

"Dark tentacles!"

Gwen's "tentacles" did not grow from the ground like the original incantation, but directly hovered like a mass in thin air, growing like an angry anemone, wiggling like the tendrils of a carrion crawler.

The crowd watching suddenly held their breath, and a feeling of disgust and vertigo swept over them.

Julia knew that the tentacles were extremely dangerous, but she couldn't help it - like a shot in a bow, her trajectory was fixed.

She flew headfirst into the crowd, feeling it wrap around her molten armor.

Julia immediately realized that she was in extreme danger. If the tendrils are meaty, they will be burned. If they were substance, they would have broken long ago. But what is it? It's like a rope that no one is holding her in captivity. Besides, they seemed to be draining the mana of her armor! Every second that passed, she could feel the tentacles wrap tightly around her pterodactyl shape, peeling off the pieces of her carapace, hungrily scraping the layer underneath and snooping at her flesh.

"Lightning tentacles!"

Another layer of tentacles wrapped around Julia, and this time, instead of being entangled in lightning, she frantically peeled off her skin, allowing more molten carapace to fly away like charred black porcelain.

Julia twisted her crooked head to face Gwen, who was focusing on her spell while the little healer hid behind her. Both girls had a whiter complexion than the sheets.

She took a deep breath and fired a fiery flame at Gwen, hoping it would disrupt the passage of these ridiculous tentacles that had led her into a trap.

"Sand Wall!"

"Punamu Shield!"

"Shield of Faith!"

Three layers of shielding erupted.

The force of the exhalation broke through the wall of sand and struck the Punamu shield, crushing it. The glowing shield unique to the Healer class dispels the remaining elemental damage.

Gwensong didn't even back down.

Julia felt the flower of despair begin to bloom in her breast, and the confidence and arrogance she had just felt withered.

But she wasn't trying to give up, and Julia's pride wouldn't give her in. There was also a gamble she could participate in, one last chance to set the record straight and prove that she was better than these rednecks.

"Transfiguration!"

To Gwen's surprise and the others, their goal was gone.

Julia transforms into a flaming peregrine falcon, a hundred times smaller than her pterosaur, and flies towards Gwen, hoping to attack her in her human form. The dual tentacle spell automatically reaches the target, but Julia moves too fast. She slowly approached Gwen, and the distance between them disappeared in an instant.

That's it! Julia was excited. Her victory was certain! She could now almost see Gwen Song's amber pupils, her reflection reflected in Gwen's eyes. After a while she would use her last mana to disperse her bird form and pin the upstart to the ground.

"Stop! Blackwater wins!"

Erin Ferris's voice roared like thunder in the dueling arena, amplified by the sound of a trumpet. Julia swoops down in her bird form, throwing her body into a screaming air and tumbling, then returning to her human form, staring at her grandfather with suspicion.

Why? Why did the masters announce their losses?

On the iron railing of the podium, Erin Ferris's chest heaved.

She turned to Henry Kilroy, her divinering eyes full of shock and horror. As a soothsayer, she is rarely discovered, or even known. Today, however, she has become one distraught victim after another.

"Henry," she said calmly, trying for a better word, but not what I had just foreseen?