Chapter 81: Impasse
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In an instant, magical elents rose from the square. Magic runes were scattered among the brilliant lights and shadows and various magic spells collided with one another, sparking off dazzling sparks in the Daylight Square.
“President Gerian, the situation doesn’t seem good. Do you think Felic would have...” The Mannes Family was the first to swing to the Guild of Magic. The battle in the middle of the square was heart-wrenching to watch for Ysera. There was worry in the young patriarch’s voice as he watched the various spells released by Cromwell raging on wildly while Lin Li could only struggle for survival with an Elental Shield.
“What would have? Open your eyes wide and watch. In less than a minute, Felic will kill that idiot Cromwell!” Gerian glared at Ysera, but his heart was in flas. Coming to tell sothing doesn’t look good in this critical mont. You’re a f*cking crow, aren’t you?
“Gerian, what’s the use of losing your temper here? The situation now is clear even to a blind man. Your mage, Felic, won’t be able to hold out for long.”
Old rlin’s lukewarm voice fell into Gerian’s ears and imdiately angered him. “Matthew, you fool. I don’t want to argue with you, but you’d better keep your mouth shut. Don’t make angry, or your tortoise shells may not be able to protect you.”
Aaron Matsis, who was sitting below them, felt chills on his back when he heard the words “tortoise shells”...
“Gerian, there’s no point in shouting here. Strength is strength. There’s no use getting angry.”
In the middle of Daylight Square, Cromwell had taken the absolute advantage. A large number of low-level spells ford an elental storm, devouring the faint halo of the Elental Shield. After a long period of forbearance, they were finally yielding so good results today. Old rlin was in high spirits, such that he could not even care about the insults between Gerian’s words.
Cromwell’s advantage was simply too great. The continuous magic strikes had shaken the Elental Shield that Lin Li had just erected. If it hadn’t been for the previous Mana Retroaction to delay ti, he would have been hit directly by Cromwell’s spells.
Cromwell laughed wildly in the blaze of magical light. The endless elental storm seed to have served as an outlet for him to vent all the humiliation he had gotten in the past month. The feeling was simply delightful. He even hoped for his opponent’s Elental Shield to collapse slower so that he could enjoy the destruction process to his heart’s content...
Looking only at the current situation of the duel, perhaps even Gerian had to admit that Lin Li had sunken into an impasse.
It was an overwhelming dominance, with no strength to fight back at all.
At the beginning, he could use auxiliary magic spells to fight back. But after Cromwell had set up a ntal protection field and unexpectedly consud two scrolls, Lin Li had no chance to deliver his strikes anymore. The only thing he could do now was to constantly switch between Ice Armor and Elental Shield, and occasionally delay ti with the Mana Retroaction of the previous spell. Otherwise, he could only watch Cromwell unleash the spells one by one, letting them shine brilliantly upon contact with the Elental Shield.
“Boom!” Another fireball exploded on the Elental Shield. The impact of the huge force sent Lin Li a dozen steps back.
The flas were burning all around, and the light on the Elental Shield was dim. In the midst of the burning flas, Lin Li seed to hear a shrill piercing sound tearing through the air.
The collapse of the Elental Shield and the Mana Retroaction of the Ice Armor Spell all happened within the cooldown ti. Lin Li could only watch helplessly as the wind blade cut through his leg...
“Tchh!” There was only a slight sniffle, and then Lin Li felt a tingle in his leg, followed by a sharp pain. His right leg seed to lose its strength suddenly, and he knelt down weakly on the square...
Cromwell erged from the flas and stared at Lin Li, who was kneeling on the ground. His face was filled with the satisfaction of successful revenge. The smile on his face was distorted and ferocious in the light of the fire, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
“Long ti no see, Mage Felic. Hahahaha...” In the midst of his frenzied laughter, Cromwell shot out another wind blade. And this ti, the target was Lin Li’s left leg.
Then there was only a splatter of blood and Lin Li lost the support of his left leg. He was like a wooden stake, falling to the ground with a plop.
There were gasps of surprise from above the stands. It was obvious to everyone, including Castellan Isaac and the host of rich businessn and celebrities, that the outco of the duel had been decided. Many of them had expected the young pharmacist from the Guild of Magic to win instead of Cromwell.
At this point, the chips were down. Old rlin stood up proudly, applauding towards the middle of the square where Cromwell stood. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced—unintentionally or intentionally—at Gerian. “I’ve already said, there’s no use getting angry. Strength is strength!”
Hearing Old rlin’s annoying applause, Gerian’s face was already livid as he was trying to hold his emotions in.
But even Gerian, who had infinite confidence in Lin Li, had to admit at this point that the outco of the duel in the square had been decided. The gap between the two levels was irreparable. The reason why Cromwell had yet to kill Lin Li was just so that he could enjoy the fun of a cat catching a mouse.
“Castellan Isaac, if the Guild of Magic admits defeat, will it end this duel?”
Almost everyone thought they had misheard it when Gerian uttered the sentence. Is this really Gerian from the Guild of Magic? That Gerian, who never bowed down to any force even in the most desperate days of the Guild of Magic?
Gerian could only smile bitterly in face of the surprised looks from everyone.
How could he not see with his vision that the chips had been down for duel in the square? The only difference was Felic’s life and death. There might still be a chance if he admitted defeat; if he did not, then Felic would no doubt die.
They had been together for more than a month. Even though they made no difference between the senior and junior when they talked to each other, in Gerian’s heart, he had regarded this young mage as his own nephew. He couldn’t just watch him die.
In order to save him, Gerian even lay down his dignity and bowed down to the rlin Family for the first ti.
However, Isaac’s reply was exceptionally cruel. “I’m very sorry, President Gerian. I have to uphold the fairness of the duel. A request to end the duel must be agreed upon by both sides. Which ans... If Chief Matthew agrees...”
“Gerian. If you kneel before , I might consider your request...” Old rlin roared with laughter, relishing the fun of teasing Gerian. He had not enjoyed the pleasure of Gerian bowing down in front of him for a long ti. Ever since the battle outside the Erald Tower, the Guild of Magic had been above the rlin Family. From then on, Gerian had been taking the initiative in the confrontation between the two of them.
“You...” Gerian stared fixedly at Old rlin, who was laughing away. It almost seed that flas were about to burst from his eyes. He had even released a trace of mana a mont ago, wanting to blast a fireball at Old rlin’s repugnant smiling face.
But at the next mont, he saw Lin Li’s bloody legs, and Cromwell who was closing in on him. The trace of mana that Gerian released vanished without a trace and the furious expression on his face gradually turned to hesitation...
Cromwell’s face was full of satisfied smile. “Mage Felic, can you still stand?”
“Co over and see for yourself...” Lin Li tried to squeeze out a smile on his face, but it accidentally touched a wound, making the smile look unusually unsightly.
At the sa ti, a trace of mana was directed into the Torrent of Elents Ring. Lin Li only needed to magnify this mana and the ring would create a channel in an instant, guiding the impending magical elents into the ring.
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