The Prince felt a chill in his heart, the scene that had just unfolded was incredibly perilous, and he was nearly on the receiving end of a once-in-a-millennium defeat.
"Qin Chu, you bastard, how shaless of you to use magic during a duel?" the Prince scread uncontrollably.
"Who ever said magic couldn’t be used?"
"Shaless? You, with over 70 levels, challenged , barely over 40 levels, and you have the nerve to call shaless?" Qin Chu raised an eyebrow and retorted directly.
The Prince was montarily at a loss for words.
A whispering murmur arose from the stands all around as it dawned on them that the level difference between Qin Chu and the Prince was a stark 28 levels; this was never a fair duel to begin with.
From this standpoint, the Prince was inherently at a disadvantage; even if he could defeat Qin Chu, it would be nothing to boast about.
"Then, brace yourself... for the storm of magic," Qin Chu said with a cruel smile spreading across his face as he spread his arms wide.
The very next mont, countless massive fireballs fell from the sky towards the Prince.
High Order Magic, Rain of Fire.
Even before the fiery rain could reach him, Qin Chu waved his right hand through the air, his fingers seeming to pull at sothing.
A crackling series of lightning bolts suddenly tore through the sky.
High Order Magic, Chain Lightning.
With his hands stretched to either side, two enormous tornados sprung from the ground of the Duel Arena, lifting stone plates and howling towards the Prince.
High Order Magic, Tornado!
High Order Magic, Lightning and Thunder.
High Order Magic, Blade Storm.
High Order Magic, Frost and Snow Filling the Sky.
High Order Magic, teorite Technique!
High Order Magic, Water Tornado!
Original Magic, Lightning Five-Chain Whip...
In an instant, a kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed wildly in the Duel Arena, blinding the onlookers.
Qin Chu’s magic power seed boundless, as with a re wave of his hand, a High Order Magic spell was unleashed. If one magic spell didn’t kill you, he’d bury you with a multitude of them.
In the midst of the Prince’s shocked and desperate gaze, he was completely overwheld by the magic.
You all want to see my true strength? Then let give you just a glimpse of it.
Water Elent, Wind Elent, Fire Elent, Ice Elent, Thunder Elent, Earth Elent... He summoned various kinds of magic at will.
Before one magic spell could finish, another appeared, and the entire Duel Arena had beco Qin Chu’s stage of performance.
The chaotic energy transford into a storm that ravaged the field, causing the tal railings around to clatter loudly. The Magic Restrictions in place were activated, showing signs of near-cracking.
Countless eyes were stung by the variety of lights; the onlookers were rendered voiceless, their eyes wide with astonishnt as they watched Qin Chu’s rampage.
In the VIP seats, Saint Monica, Wozworth, Augustus, and Zimrman all stood up abruptly, their eyes filled with shock.
They were astounded by Qin Chu’s astonishing magic power.
They were even more shocked by Qin Chu’s ability to cast High Order Magic instantaneously without needing to chant lengthy spells. What sort of ability was this? Was this guy cheating?
Ti seed to stretch on until the torrent of magic spells finally ca to an end.
As the magic cleared, the Prince’s body lay on the ground, barely recognizable as human. He hadn’t died, having seemingly invoked so technique to protect his body before the magic onslaught, but this defense was far from perfect.
His body twitched like a dying toad...
A dead silence filled the arena, everyone was stunned by the power Qin Chu had displayed.
They watched as Qin Chu approached the Prince step by step, lifted his foot, and stomped directly onto the Prince’s dirty face:
"Prince, I trained in magic with the Great Mage Asina for three days and nights without rest. What do you have to compete with ?"
Upon hearing this, Asina’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
anwhile, Augustus, Wozworth, Saint Monica, and Zimrman seed deep in thought.
The Prince no longer had the strength to argue. He simply stared at Qin Chu with bitter and resentful eyes, and his open palm wearily let a dicine bottle roll out from its grasp.
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