The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers once again, showing their genuine admiration for Jason Phillips' performance.
The judges began scoring Jason Phillips' display. Dean Bruce watched him from the side of the stage, deep in thought. He knew that the upcoming rounds would only get more intense and exciting, and he would need to pull out all the stops to ensure his students would win this competition.
"Is there anyone else who wishes to perform?" a voice from the judges' table asked.
Dean Bruce stood up and made his way to the stage. He knew it was his turn to step back into the spotlight.
"Go for it, Dean!" Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba cheered him on from the audience.
Dean Bruce smiled and nodded in acknowledgnt before stepping onto the stage. Standing in the center, he took a deep breath and began to chant his incantation.
"Little rabbit, little rabbit, open the door, hurry and open it, I want to co in."
As Dean Bruce recited the spell, he mimicked the action of a little rabbit knocking on a door. His performance seed a bit comical, but the audience was captivated by his serious attitude, and smiles spread across their faces.
"What kind of magic is this?" soone asked, intrigued.
"I don't know, it looks so strange," another person replied.
But just then, Dean Bruce suddenly stopped. His expression grew serious, and his eyes hardened with focus. He began chanting again, but this ti, his voice was filled with power.
"Light's Judgnt, purify all evil!"
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As the words left his lips, a blinding beam of light shot from Dean Bruce's hand, instantly illuminating the entire stage. The light contained a powerful purifying force, as if it could cleanse the world of all evil and filth.
The audience was stunned by the brilliance of the light, and gasps of awe filled the air. They hadn't expected this seemingly absurd incantation to unleash such potent power.
Dean Bruce didn't stop there. He continued chanting, channeling the full might of Light's Judgnt. The light expanded, forming a massive do that enveloped the entire stage.
"Unbelievable!" the audience erupted in applause and cheers. They were thoroughly impressed and deeply respectful of Dean Bruce's performance.
However, this only fueled Jason Phillips' determination even further.
He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Dean Bruce with determination, a challenging smile curving on his lips.
"Dean, your performance was impressive, but I believe my Phantom Clone Technique is just as formidable," Jason Phillips said confidently, then began to chant his spell once again.
As he recited the incantation, his figure beca blurry, and more phantoms began to materialize on the stage. These illusions moved quickly around Dean Bruce, attempting to distract his vision and attention.
"Hmph, petty tricks," Dean Bruce sneered, his eyes showing clear disdain. He waved his wand and began chanting another incantation.
"Wall of Light, guard my heart!"
As the incantation finished, a blinding beam of light ford a solid barrier in front of Dean Bruce, instantly deflecting all the phantoms. The light wall radiated intense heat, as if it could repel any attack.
"How is that possible?" Jason Phillips exclaid, staring at the light wall in disbelief. He never expected his Phantom Clone Technique to be so easily countered.
The audience, too, was shocked by the spectacle, gasping in awe. They hadn't anticipated that Dean Bruce's power was so formidable.
"Now, it's my turn," Dean Bruce said coldly, then waved his wand and began chanting a more powerful spell.
"Dragon of Light, descend upon the world!"
As the incantation finished, a massive dragon of light materialized in the air above the stage. It glead with dazzling radiance, roaring as it charged at the phantoms. Each strike of the dragon was accompanied by a deafening roar, causing the phantoms to dissipate one by one.
"Wow, what a powerful spell!" The audience marveled, deeply impressed by Dean Bruce's strength and technique.
Jason Phillips watched as the dragon of light roared above him, his face growing more serious. He realized that he would need to use his full strength to face this powerful opponent.
"Phantom Fusion, Ultimate Form!" Jason Phillips shouted, raising his wand high.
With a swift motion, he rged all the phantoms together. As the illusions fused, a single, massive phantom appeared on the stage. This new phantom was far larger and more lifelike than any of the others, its power exponentially greater.
"Co on, Dean, let's settle this once and for all!" Jason Phillips roared, then directed the giant phantom to charge at Dean Bruce.
Dean Bruce sneered coldly, showing no sign of fear. He waved his wand, engaging in a fierce battle with the massive phantom. The Dragon of Light and the phantom collided high above the stage, intertwining in a spectacular display.
The audience below was captivated by the intense battle, holding their breath as they watched. They knew that the outco of this duel would determine who the true master of magic was.
It had to be said, this was the greatest duel in the history of Magic Academy, without a doubt.
Just as the crowd thought the battle was nearing its end, the tides suddenly changed.
The two legendary Magicians unleashed their full power once again, their confrontation erupting like a world-shattering cataclysm.
Dean Bruce's gaze hardened, and he raised his wand high, shouting in a low, commanding voice: "Light's Judgnt, Ultimate Verdict!"
As his words rang out, the entire stage seed to be engulfed in endless light. A thick beam of light shot down from the sky, aid directly at Jason Phillips' phantom.
Jason Phillips' expression turned serious as he quickly ford a series of hand seals, growling under his breath: "Phantom Mirage, Endless Transformation!"
The phantom morphed continuously under the impact of the light beam, trying to evade the fatal strike. However, the light beam seed to possess tracking capabilities, relentlessly pursuing the phantom.
At that mont, a flicker of determination flashed in Jason Phillips' eyes. He suddenly bit down on his tongue, drawing blood, and sprayed it onto his wand.
"Blood Sacrifice Phantom, Ultimate Explosion!"
The phantom imdiately expanded several tis in size, emitting an overwhelming aura, and collided violently with the light beam.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the entire stage, sending tremors through the ground. Light and phantom clashed together, creating a chaotic swirl of energy.
When the light finally dissipated, both the phantom and the light beam had vanished. Dean Bruce and Jason Phillips stood at opposite ends of the stage, breathing heavily, clearly exhausted from the imnse strain.
The audience was left in stunned silence, unable to comprehend the intensity of the battle they had just witnessed. This duel had exceeded all their expectations.
"Unbelievable!"
"This is what a true magical duel looks like!"
"Dean and Jason are both real masters of magic!"
The judges nodded in agreent, clearly impressed, acknowledging the extraordinary level of this duel.
"Wait, it's not over yet! Look at Dean! Do you see what's happening to him?" The principal suddenly pointed at Dean Bruce and shouted.
Everyone turned to look, and they saw that Dean Bruce was radiating a golden light from head to toe. His eyes had beco unusually bright, as if they contained boundless power.
"This is... Dean's magical power is rapidly increasing!" Prolo Hawthorne exclaid in surprise.
Alice and Delina Reba also widened their eyes. They had never seen Dean Bruce in such a powerful state before.
"It looks like Dean is about to unleash his trump card," Delina Reba said solemnly.
Sure enough, Dean Bruce took a deep breath, raised his wand high, and began reciting a complex incantation. As he spoke, the golden light surrounding him grew even brighter, illuminating the entire stage as if it were daylight.
"What is... this magic?" Jason Phillips looked at Dean Bruce in astonishnt, feeling an unprecedented pressure bearing down on him.
"Divine Light Descend, purify all the darkness in this world!" Dean Bruce shouted loudly. As he completed the incantation, a blinding beam of light erupted from his body, transforming into a massive pillar that shot up into the sky.
The light beam seed to contain endless power, casting everything around it into sharp relief. Jason Phillips felt his phantom growing weak in the face of this power, as if it would dissipate at any mont.
"No! This can't be happening!" Jason Phillips cried out in terror, desperately trying to resist the force. But all his efforts were in vain.
The light beam struck the phantom with trendous force, and in an instant, the phantom collapsed and vanished into a burst of light, disappearing into the air. Jason Phillips was also thrown backward by the impact, crashing heavily onto the stage.
"I lost..." Jason Phillips struggled to get up, gazing at the blinding figure of Dean Bruce with a mix of awe and reluctant defeat in his eyes.
The audience below erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. They expressed their genuine admiration and awe for Dean Bruce's strength.
Dean Bruce lowered his wand, and the golden light around him slowly faded. He walked over to Jason Phillips and extended his hand to help him up.
"You were strong too, Jason," Dean Bruce said with a smile. "We're just fellow travelers on the path of magic. The most important thing is that we learn from each other and continue to grow."
Jason Phillips looked into Dean Bruce's sincere eyes, and the lingering sense of unwillingness in his heart gradually faded away. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Professor Dean. I will rember your words and continue to work hard to improve my magical abilities."
The judges began scoring the duel, and in the end, Dean Bruce won by a narrow margin. However, in everyone's mind, there was no true loser in this battle, as both magicians had showcased their strength and style.
After the competition, Dean Bruce returned to the dormitory with Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba. They all knew that this contest had tested not only their magical abilities but also their teamwork and adaptability.
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