After Darama issued a challenge, he looked around the hall.

There is a protective magic circle inside the tower. With the strength of himself and Resling, it is impossible to cause much damage, but it may alarm the teacher and leave a bad impression, so he said, "Let's go to the magic training room."

"No need, it's here, it'll end soon anyway." Reslin said lightly: "If you can't even control your spell destruction, that's a disappointment."

His voice did not fluctuate at all, but what he said made everyone present feel boundless arrogance, but it seemed as if it was taken for granted.

Madara's expression stagnated again, and then she was a little unbelievable. She was actually looked down upon by others!

Even when he was in the Elf Kingdom, no tribe member dared to underestimate himself. Unexpectedly, a human with unknown origin dared to speak so loudly.

Darama sneered, "I have to learn what you are capable of."

Leslin walked to the middle of the hall and stood ten steps away from Darama.

The atmosphere became tense, and the other four students retreated to the edge of the hall and looked at each other. They knew Darama's strength very well, but they knew nothing about Reslin, so they didn't really believe that Reslin could beat the genius among the high elf.

Perlaris smiled sweetly, "I'll be the referee."

The wizards in the floating city often have duels, including exchanges and discussions, as well as personal hatred. Over the years, a set of duel process rules have been formed.

Both Reslin and Darama agreed with her.

Perlaris took two steps forward and confirmed that the two were ready. He raised his hand and released a simple trick. A red light flew out from her fingers, hanging at the midpoint between them, condensed into rune numbers, and counted down from five seconds.

The red light leaps, and the number explodes from the moment it jumps to zero.

Bang!

This slight sound means the duel begins.

Darama had already locked in Reslin, and released the first spell almost as the red light exploded.

He is proficient in shadow spells and is currently a third-level mage. He has mastered more than twenty spells. Although he only has one ring and two rings, he has invested a lot of time and energy to study, fully utilized his spell casting talent, studied several of them to an extremely high level, and formed his own combat style.

The magic power is surging, and the spell is instantly completed.

But it is not the most commonly used shield for spellcasters when fighting.

“It’s so risky!”

Perlaris and others thought that the caster's body was fragile, and under normal circumstances, the first spell to cast was always a shield to ensure his safety.

If you don't open the shield, you can attack the enemy. You can get the first move, but it's too radical.

The caster without a shield is running naked. This is the lesson summarized by countless mages and wizards with their lives.

The next moment, everyone saw a black mist of about three meters a radius emerge out of thin air, covering him with Reslin as the center.

Second Ring Black Mist Technique!

From the perspective of others, the black fog is not thick, and you can see the figure of the target inside clearly, but in the eyes of the subject, the whole world is dark, the effect is the same as the blinding technique, and this layer of black fog will move with the target and it is difficult to get rid of.

The initial caster cannot master displacement spells, and there is a lack of effective solutions to the negative effects of this range spell.

Generally, you can only protect yourself and endure until the Black Mist ends, and become a target during the spell duration.

In the past, Darama had almost never encountered any opponents among the same-level casters with his instant black fog technique, and could easily win.

He observed that Resling in the black fog was motionless, but simply opened up a layer of rainbow-like vector shield.

There is nothing surprising about this way of dealing with it, just like other opponents.

Darama was not careless and opened the Shadow Shield for himself.

At the same time, he ran silently and quietly, while setting off to cast the third spell while pulling a distance away so that Resling could not detect his position change.

A dark green strong acid arrow formed in the hand.

And Resling was still standing there, his eyes were not focal, and it seemed that he had really blocked his vision completely by the Black Mist Technique and could not see anything.

After half a breath, Darama's spell was completed.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. This strong acid arrow had reached the second ring and was the strongest spell he had mastered. Even the vector shield with the best protection effect, once it was hit, the corrosive acid liquid wrapped around the shield and could break the shield in less than a few seconds. One or two spells were added, and you were sure to win.

"I'm so angry, I'm just a mediocre guy. I don't know what the teacher likes about him?"

Darama thought to herself and threw out a strong sour arrow.

However, the moment the spell was completed, it was suddenly interrupted by a hidden wave, and the dark green acid dissipated, and then it was backfired and passed into the brain. The mana was shocked and the soul was also subjected to a violent impact.

Darama staggered and her face turned pale.

"Spell Counter."

Spyrohawk spoke out in surprise.

Darama, who was having a split headache, also reacted. He knew the power and difficulty of spell countermeasures. Resling was in the black fog. Not only did he find himself accurately, but he also seized the opportunity to counterattack.

This move alone is enough to show Resling's superb spell casting skills.

But the next scene was completely beyond everyone's imagination. Resling in the black fog raised his hand and the light flashed between his fingers.

Four fusiform arcane missiles burst out.

The purple missile is about the same length as a finger, with pointed ends and thick in the middle, and extremely fast. It flew out of the black fog, dragging a long trajectory like a thread, and shot towards Darama from different directions.

As soon as the first batch of four missiles flew out, the second batch of missiles appeared immediately.

Swallowing...

The missile made a sharp and harsh whistle.

Resling pointed at Darama, and the light burst into pieces one round after another. Each round was four arcane missiles, and five casts were completed in just two breaths, each time was an instant.

A total of twenty arcane missiles were flying at high speed in mid-air.

And the casting continues.

When the third round of missiles was generated, the four missiles in the first round had just arrived in front of Darama. The high elves were unable to counterattack and dodge because of their spells, and watched them hit their shields.

The missile hit the shield and made a thumping sound.

The translucent shield vibrated, and the surface was like ripples on the water surface. Before it calmed down, four more missiles arrived and continued to bombard.

The fierce explosions were connected into a series, and Darama was beaten back and had no power to fight back at all.

"this……"

Perlaris and others were stunned.

Arcane missiles are very common low-ring spells. They can create three missiles in one ring and cast quickly, but their power is not outstanding. Three missiles are difficult to control, and as long as the opponent is prepared, it is difficult to cause threats.

There are four arcane missiles of Resling, which means it is at least the second ring.

But what shocked everyone was his casting speed, which was not only instantaneous, but also continuously casting spells without any stop or gap. Each missile flew out of its own trajectory, and the missiles were flying all over the sky, almost submerging Darama!

The waves of the Shadow Shield are getting more and more intense.

Darama finally recovered from the backlash and immediately blessed himself with a hazy technique, hiding himself in a vague phantom, trying to get rid of the bombardment of the missile.

Bang bang bang bang...

What he unexpectedly expected was that the missile still hit him after piercing through the phantom, without missing a single shot.

"The hazy technique has no effect."

Darama looked at Leslin, who was still in the black fog in horror, and finally realized that Leslin must have some extremely powerful spell of the secret eye.

But he woke up too late.

His shadow shield has a very strong defense, far exceeding that of the same level of spell casters, but it also has its limits. After enduring the bombardment of nearly thirty missiles, he could no longer hold on and collapsed like a bubble.

The next missile followed one after another and hit Darama.

A layer of elemental armor appeared on his body, but the armor was mainly used to protect energy damage, and its defense effect was poor on missiles such as force fields. After two bangs, the armor was penetrated.

Darama had no protection anymore, a missile penetrated his abdomen, and blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground with a whimper.

Before this, Resling had stopped casting spells.

This happened to be the last arcane missile.

Darama on the ground looked full of pain, but gritted her teeth and didn't make any sound. She stared at Reslin after the black fog disappeared, her face full of reluctance.

"Darama lost!"

The other students watching the game had some difficulty accepting such a result. Darama's defeat was conceivable, but they could not believe that Resling won the victory with only one arcane missile.

Jenna felt sympathy and raised her hand to perform the "secondary spa technique" to cure Darama's injuries.

"Wait, the battle is not over."

The orc wizard Garu said to stop Jenna, and his face showed doubts. Perlaris also frowned, only Jenna and Spyrohawk, who had insufficient combat experience, did not react.

At this time, the Darama on the ground disappeared like a phantom.

"Stander's illusion!"

Jenna was shocked. She had no idea when Darama had cast this spell. She looked around and couldn't find where Darama's true body was hidden.

She immediately looked at Leslin.

He was still expressionless and without any surprise. He obviously knew Darama's trick.
To be continued...