In the palace, in the prayer room specially built for the charismatic ceremony, Donner, together with the royal family of Faemon, knelt facing due south and received the ritual of the descent of the divine grace.

The body of Lord Shenmu slowly lit up, and unlike the dazzling gold of the fighting light, the light in front of him was pure and holy white. The light grew brighter, completely enveloping the priest, and then spreading forward until it descended on Donner in the farthest distance.

Donner felt like he had entered a strange state, as if he had returned to a warm mother, as if he was immersed in a sea of light, and his limbs were extremely comfortable.

The whole process of the grace descent lasted about ten minutes. When it was over, the priest went to rest, and he would leave tonight as usual, and would not visit tomorrow's event.

Lucia stole a glance at Donner, her cheeks flushed, not knowing if it was the effect of divine grace or for the crazy thing she had said earlier.

Donner, to avoid embarrassment, pretended not to see it. Seeing that he was not responding, Lucia pouted and walked away in a huff.

After carefully examining his state, Donner didn't notice any significant changes, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what the grace was doing to him.

When he returned to the inn, it was already afternoon, and Donner did not tell Wesley about his acceptance of the charisma, for fear of drawing memories of his late mother.

The next day, the martial arts event officially entered the competition.

Located in the Upper Town, on the banks of the Boer River, the Imperial Arena is the most spectacular building in the city of Coennas, apart from the Faimon Palace. If you look down from the air, the round arena looks like a silver buckle tied to a blue ribbon. The arena can accommodate a full 100,000 spectators, and if you stand on the top and look out, you can see the entire ancient city with an unobstructed view.

When the king and the other dignitaries appeared in the most distinguished stands, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, and Donner realized that Cynthia Vader and the dwarf had not shown up except for the priest who had indeed left.

Through the selection of various places, less than 100 young people who are qualified to compete in the grand event are led by the division commanders at this time, and they sit in the player area not far from the VIP stands.

"Dean Devis, why are you leading the team this year. It's been a long time since I've seen the students of Triss Academy of Magic at a grand event, and I thought your academy had been disbanded. ”

A professor with a delicate beard who didn't know which province he was from teased, and when he said this, the people around him burst into laughter.

"I've heard that because of Elisilil's rebellion, the martial demon conventions in Tris Province have been canceled. How were these top three selected? It wouldn't be to take care of the face of the Emperor's alma mater that your institute sent two representatives this time, right?"

Rumors of the rebellion in Triss province have spread, but few people know exactly how it was put down. Roger was the only student representing the province in armor, and everyone could tell that Donner and Wesley were from the Academy of Magic.

In the face of all kinds of bitter ridicule from his colleagues, Dean Deves sat still and turned a deaf ear.

Roger had a look of disgust on his face, even though he was a student at the Tesri Knight Academy, and those taunts didn't seem to have anything to do with him, he still couldn't get used to seeing the faces of those people.

Donner saw Wesley twist slightly, and knew he was about to say something shocking.

And so it was.

"Don't you know? The Tesri Academy of Magic has long since disbanded, and even the land of the academy has been turned into farmland...... Because those northerners are lazy and stupid, they all have to be fed by the food of the province of Tris. But that's it, the Empire still refuses to reduce our magic crystal quota, which is really distressing......"

Tris is the southernmost province of the Empire and the largest grain producer of the Empire, while the Femon Empire has been cutting the quota of magic crystals for various magic academies in recent years, with the exception of the unique Rees School of Magic.

Wesley's every sentence poked at the sore spot of the ridiculers, but those people held their own identities and were not good at arguing with a student, while none of the students in the other team were as bold as Wesley to talk nonsense on such an occasion.

So, with a few cold snorts, the team finally quieted down.

Sitting in the front rows, a girl dressed as an apprentice magician turned to look at Wesley, who winked at her, and the girl quickly turned back in fright.

Donner and Roger couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Wesley looked smug.

At the time of submission, Downer was given the first place to place in the Tris Provincial Martial Arts Tournament and could advance directly to the second round of the event, while Wesley and Roger needed to start from the first round.

Roger's first opponent, like him, was a reserve knight.

As soon as the game began, Roger had the upper hand. The other party was forced by him to be helpless, and after making a dangerous move to force Roger back, he went all out to attack.

The pace of the battle suddenly accelerated, the bodies were staggered, and the shadows of the swords were flying, but when the audience all stood up, they instantly stopped.

Amid the cheers of the audience, Roger remained calm - his sword resting on his opponent's neck.

Wesley's opponent was an apprentice magician, and it was his teacher, the bearded professor, who was the first to taunt Dean Devis.

"Waste! I'd like to see how hard you can get?" the magic apprentice apparently still held a grudge against Wesley's words, and cursed softly as he walked past him.

"What, you're going to pay me to release the water, who are you and me?" Wesley exclaimed aloud.

"I didn't, he slandered me......" The opponent broke out in a cold sweat, he never expected Wesley to say such a thing.

The referee looked suspicious, he did see the player open his mouth at Wesley as the two approached, but he couldn't hear what he said.

"What do you think of the Martial Arts Festival?!Referee, I refuse to compete with this kind of person!It's too despicable!" Wesley looked indignant.

At this time, there was already a boo in the audience.

Downer sat in the stands, of course, he couldn't hear what the player was saying, but from what he knew about Wesley, the guy on the other side must have been framed.

Seeing Wesley's righteous look, Donner felt that even if he couldn't be a poet, he would be more than enough to be an actor.

"I've been through so much to get here, you...... You're going to use filthy money to defile this holy arena!...... you're a man," Wesley became more and more impassioned, and the audience's emotions were thoroughly aroused by him.

In the stands, only a few people in Triss Province knew that Wesley hadn't even signed up for the Martial Demon Conference, and most of the reasons for this qualification were to rely on that strange scream to attract Eli's attention. I don't know how he could say how much he went through.

In the VIP stand where King Auston was, Lucia forced a smile for fear of attracting her father's attention.

The referee walked to the sidelines and discussed with several officials before coming up to the stage and announcing that the magic apprentice had been disqualified.

The man was so wronged that he burst into tears, and he kept shouting and cursing at Wesley.

Wesley still looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and Shi Shiran walked off the field and returned to the team of Triss Province.

Donner and Roger both tried to hold back a laugh, and Wesley secretly kicked Donner in the foot, but his expression didn't change at all.

"Devis, you're a good student. The professor with the beard who had spoken sarcastically before said hatefully. Based on his understanding of his students, he concluded that there was a ghost in the middle, but seeing that the audience was excited, he could only hold back for the time being, looking forward to the next opportunity to vent this evil breath.

Regardless of the method, both Triss provincial players finally broke through, and in the second round, Donner first represented the province against the Reserve Cavaliers.

In order to have the power to protect himself at the critical moment, Donner did not put down the magic wand he had been carrying.

Before the opponent started the match, the opponent raised objections to the staff in his hand, because no magic items were allowed in the martial arts event.

After careful inspection of the magic wand, the referee team did not find any traces of the magic circle engraved on it, nor did they feel any magic fluctuations, so they decided that it was just an ordinary metal stick. Since one side can use the sword, Donner is of course allowed to use the metal stick as well.

After the vignette, the competition began.

After the duel with Aldrich, Donner already knew that the basic attack magic of the wind and wood systems had little effect on the reserve knights who were protected by armor, so he came up and performed the six-element stone thorn technique.

In order not to attract unnecessary attention on such a large occasion, Donner cast his magic with his mouth slightly open and closed, pretending to recite a spell, but in fact he did not make any sound at all.

This opponent was weaker than Aldrich, and after eating a round of stone thorns, he was already difficult to move, and he could not even hold the sword steadily.

Seeing this, Donner simply stopped casting magic, but stepped forward and used his magic wand to knock his sword away, in the process, of course, he will also practice the thirty-eight yuan fire magic, the blazing meteor, which he has practiced for more than half a month, and prepare to be in the sea of gods to prevent accidents.

When Donner lifted his wand again and threatened to smash it down on his opponent, the referee finally intervened and declared him the winner.

The audience was already boiling when Donner sent out a meteorite rain of dense stone thorns. Seeing that this magic apprentice actually smashed the sword in the hand of the reserve knight with the iron rod in his hand, the laughter covered the cheers.

And the professors and leaders of the magic academies around the country frowned when they saw the power of Donner's stone thorn technique, and they were secretly frightened - it stands to reason that such a small stone thorn, no matter how dense it is, will not beat a high-level reserve knight to the point of being powerless.

In the VIP stands, Mage Clark looked disdainful and said coldly: "King Auston, did this little hero rely on that iron rod to rescue Princess Lucia several times?"

Before King Auston could speak, Princess Lucia had already replied, "That's his magic wand." ”

Clark had seen this strange iron rod in Donner's hand in the palace yesterday, but there was clearly no fluctuation of any magic elements on it, how could it be a magic wand. Lucia's words seemed to him to be just childish quibbles.

However, Prince Geoffrey, who was sitting next to Clark, had a more gloomy face.

After a few games, Wesley was on the court again, this time against the Reserve Cavaliers.

Before the referee announced the start of the game, the opponent had been deliberately keeping his distance from Wesley, not daring to get close to him, probably for fear that he would repeat his old tricks.

At the start of the match, Wesley struck a wind blade.

The size and momentum of this wind blade obviously surpassed Donner's six-element wind blade, and its power was indeed much greater.

Wind magic is the fastest of all the five types of magic, the reserve knight on the opposite side can't dodge, can only choose to resist, after a crisp sound, he is like a punch in the abdomen, look down to see, there is a large piece of armor concave, and a small hole is even torn in the middle.

"Intermediate magic apprentice!" someone in the contestant section had already shouted.

What Wesley had just cast was the Twenty-Eight Yuan Wind Blade, which only a mid-level magic apprentice could master, and he looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old (actually seventeen years old, the same age as Donner), and he had actually reached the admission standards of the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, no wonder it caused a lot of exclamations.

In fact, after two and a half months of practicing the New Meditation Method, Wesley's Wind Divine Yuan was already close to six hundred, and he would be able to advance to a high-level magic apprentice in a few days.

The Reserve Knight, who had been deceived by Wesley's exaggerated performance before, thought that he would only be opportunistic, but now he was frightened by his powerful wind blade, and finally brought up the importance of twelve points.

Like all Preparatory Knights' tactics against magical apprentices, he immediately sprinted towards Wesley.

Wesley paused slightly, then stretched out his hands again, but this time no blade flew out, and when the audience thought he had failed to cast the spell, the reserve knight running at high speed across from him fell to the ground, and even after rolling and climbing, his helmet had already fallen off.

Where he passed, I don't know when, a thick thorn grew on the ground.

"Wood Magic Thorn Technique! He's a dual-line magic apprentice!"

Thorns are also mastered by mid-level magic apprentices, but they are generally used in the wild to delay or trap beasts, but they didn't expect to be used by Wes here.

He first sent a wind blade to let the other party know that he was an apprentice of wind magic. As the knight of preparation approached, he struck again, only to be expected to unleash another wind blade, only to stumble unexpectedly over his thorns.

The grasp of psychology, the choice of magic, and the speed of casting spells are precisely the subtle effects of these three elements that cause the dramatic consequences in front of us.

The knight's helmet had already fallen off, and before he could stand up, the sound of wind was already ringing in his ears, and two smaller blades of wind slashed into the sand near his head. He covered his head with his hands, not daring to make any more movements, for fear that the next wind blade would slash at his head.

The referee immediately declared Wesley the winner. It was rare for the audience to see such an ingenious battle, and they immediately erupted in huge cheers.

In the contestant area, Professor Beard's face was cold, he obviously didn't expect that the two students sent by Tris School of Magic this time were actually quite powerful, but he still had hole cards, as long as he finally got the first place in the event, he could still make Devis speechless.

Roger finally ran into a magic apprentice this time, and the magic of this low-level magic apprentice was not much of a threat to him. After being close to him, the opponent immediately conceded defeat.

So far, all three players from Triss Province have entered the third round. This is the best result of the province in the past ten years.

After the second round, the first day of the event is over, leaving 32 players, five rounds of matchups, a total of 31 matches, which will be played tomorrow, the last day of the event.

For the trio from Triss province, the real test has just begun.

(The book was officially retitled: Magic Masters.) The name change was mainly for business reasons, and in my mind, the book will always be the same as before. ）