The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 529 - 31: Beneath the Divine Tree (5)3

Angel replied softly: "My brother is extrely skilled in magic duels. He once told that mixed magic is the key to victory. Magic duels aren’t just about frontal bombardnts. The key lies in winning through unexpected tactics."

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At this mont, in the north, Andrew, dressed in rcenary leather armor, stood atop a snowy mountain, gazing into the direction of Dragon Valley in the distance.

The cold wind blew against his face, brushing past it.

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"No matter what thod I must use, I will beco a powerful mage like my brother... Nothing will stop ! Nothing! Fairness doesn’t matter; what matters is that I reach the very top!"

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Angel slowly raised his wand and began chanting a spell.

Another Fireball Technique was being conjured. However, this ti, it was a single-layered one.

"What is he trying to do? A double-layered one couldn’t break through; now he’s using a single-layered one?"

Before the present magic apprentices could react, the fireball was already hurtling toward Amos.

Amos remained motionless, standing still.

As the Fireball Technique got close enough, obscuring Angel’s silhouette, as everyone’s attention was on the fireball, Angel suddenly broke into a sprint forward.

With the blessing of holy magic, his speed was notably faster than usual. The key point was, he was actually an archery apprentice. Despite being unqualified, the basic stamina required of an archery apprentice was sothing he possessed. In fact, it was the only discipline Angel had actually passed.

The fireball struck the shield, dispersing into a curtain of flas.

Amidst the fiery glow, Amos suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound. Yes, it sounded like "whoosh~". His eyes widened sharply, and by instinct, he attempted to turn around.

Yet, at the sa ti, he realized the ground beneath him was muddy...

Yes, muddy. Or, more specifically, a combination of an Ice Cone Skill’s residue mixed with a mud spell... His feet were stuck!

The whistling sound drew closer and closer.

In the chaos, Amos could only chant a spell, redirecting his shield spell to his back even before the flas had completely dissipated.

Sure enough, it was a wide array of Wind Blades! A reverse Wind Blade magic spell—double-layered!

This all happened in an instant. The magic apprentices watching, including Barnes among them, stood agape, fully astonished. They hadn’t even entirely processed what had just occurred.

In truth, the real attack was only just beginning.

As the flas dissipated, Amos could vaguely make out a figure charging straight at him. Without a doubt, it was Angel.

"What the hell is this? A battle mage?"

In his astonishnt, Amos hurriedly moved the shield spell he had shifted to the back, bringing it to his front once again.

However, sothing even more shocking happened next. Sothing a normal mage would never even imagine.

Angel stopped right in front of the shield. Then he discarded his wand, spread his arms wide, and perford a pre-prepared spell directly against the shield.

Another Fireball Technique was being conjured.

At that mont, everyone, including Amos, was utterly dumbfounded. The reason? The positioning.

Yes, positioning.

The positions on the field were: Angel—Shield—Fireball—Amos... The fireball was point-blank.

When you cast a Fireball Technique, there is usually a certain distance between the conjured fireball and your hand, generally at least fifty centiters. And these fifty centiters? More than enough space for a shield to fit... Which perfectly positioned the fireball right in front of Amos’ face.

"Fireball Technique! Double-layered!" This one shout echoed through the entire training arena.