"Burn the blazing fire element, so that the filthy soul will never be hidden......"

In the distance, Donner couldn't hear what Karl was chanting, only to see him open his mouth slightly, chanting words, and then where his palms were encircled, a growing fireball gradually appeared, and red and yellow flames flowed and overlapped in it.

In the boy's black eyes, there seemed to be only this fireball in the distance, which was the first magic he had seen. At this time, in his divine sea, the bright red fire system divine element also seemed to be more vivid than usual.

"Fireball! It's Carl's stunt! His fireball is the size of two of me!" exclaimed a student sitting in the front row of Donner.

In stark contrast to the excitement of the audience, Wesley was motionless with his hands crossed over his chest, oh no, he was moving, he was whistling!

"Was Wesley stupid?" someone in the crowd asked.

"When he challenged Carl, he was already stupid!"

"Move, stop posing!" Donner couldn't help but worry about Wesley as he watched the fireball grow bigger and bigger as it flew through.

The fireball continued to grow larger, just as it was about to approach Wesley...... Scattered and broken, scattered all over the ground.

"Carl, I'm really worried about your intelligence, you sent a small fireball twenty meters away, are you trying to keep me warm?"

There was laughter in the audience, and the people who had spoken before finally fell silent.

Carl glared at Wesley, of course he knew that his fireball couldn't hurt the opponent at such a distance, just now he just wanted to scare the opponent first, or, as a temptation, make Wesley make a fool of himself first. Unexpectedly, in the face of the blazing and rapidly approaching fireball, Wesley could be so calm, it seems that he is not as sloppy as he usually appears.

Carl slowly moved forward, and after six or seven steps, he stood still again, and now he was only a little more than ten meters away from Wesley.

As the second fireball slowly generated in his palm, Wesley began to move. Instead of raising his hand to cast the spell like the other man, he ran towards Karl...... He seems to be muttering something to his mouth.

Carl was a little flustered when he saw Wesley's strange behavior, he really wanted to cast the fireball in his hand as soon as possible, but in order to pursue power, his fireball magic model was extremely complicated, and now he couldn't stop at halfway through casting.

Wesley ran fast, like a gust of wind, he ran straight towards Karl, and then, not far in front of Karl, he lowered his body slightly, maintained a forward stance, and threw a small wind blade forward with one hand in a movement similar to swinging his sword upward.

It was a small wind blade that wouldn't be visible to viewers farther away, and its magic model was so simple that Wesley could swing it at ease. Who would build such a small model of the Wind Blade in the psychic power? it would hardly have any lethal power, and it was too shabby compared to the fireball burning in Karl's palm. But now, Carl could only watch as the shabby little wind blade swirled and flew towards him, striking the fireball spell that was about to be completed in his palm.

Wesley still kept swinging the wind blade, and even closed his eyes, until the fireball exploded and the sound of Carl falling straight to the ground sounded, he slowly withdrew his hand and stood up straight, shook his head slightly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "That's so handsome!"

Just as the fireball exploded, the crowd erupted in deafening exclamations, but Wesley's self-proclaimed dashing look was met with boos that apparently failed to win him approval for his morbid narcissistic aesthetic. Still, Donner thought that action was handsome!

Carl was not seriously injured, and he barely stood up again with the help of the referee. It seems that the power of his fireball magic is not as amazing as it seems, and as a fire magic apprentice, he has good fire elemental resistance after all, but his beautiful blonde hair suffers.

"Do you know what fairness is? Fairness is to be punished for bullying the weak. You see, your fireball is big, and my wind blade is small, but if you want to bully me, I want you to look good. ”

Wesley's face turned into a rare serious expression again, "Oh, by the way, Donner is my friend, if you embarrass him again, I'll teach you what fairness is again." I'm not too troublesome. ”

Carl looked at Wesley fiercely, his eyes spewing fire, of course, it had nothing to do with him being a fire magic apprentice, it was just a metaphor.

"Friend?" Donner looked at Wesley from afar in the crowd, this was his first friend in this world, and he was glad that he had such a friend, although he felt that today's duel might make things more troublesome.

In order to avoid trouble, you have to get strong quickly. He thought so.

Late at night, Donner opened the box given to him by Mr. Merkel in front of his desk, and it was revealed that there were five large bottles of magic gold, it seemed that magic gold was not as expensive as he imagined, or that the Thousand Forging Sword was really selling well.

Donner divided the five series of magic gold into the crystal bottles that Wesley gave him, and the bottles were actually marked with scales, and they were filled with thirty-six, which was exactly the maximum amount of practice he had at this stage. After dispensing, he put the large bottles into boxes and put them back under the bed.

For the next few days, Donner had to complete the five bottles of practice late every night, which meant that each of the five magic systems depicted thirty-six. He found that for every six elements he painted, he could add one divine element, which was really an astonishing speed.

By the end of November, Donner already had ninety Divine Elements in each of the five divisions, close to the level of a junior magic apprentice. As his mental power grew, he found that his senses became more sensitive, and it was easier for him to concentrate when thinking about problems.

During this time, Wesley continued his sad pickling career in the library every afternoon. Neither he nor Donner ever mentioned the duel.

Regarding the trouble, Donner's speculation was immediately proven right. Although Carl did not reappear, his minions, as well as the students who had been influenced by the public opinion they had created, began to cause all sorts of trouble for Donner. There is frequent dirt on the floor of the library that is difficult to remove, dead rats are found in working lunches from time to time, and strangers are always bumped into along the road.

But none of that mattered, the real thing for Donner right now was building his first magic model.