A strange world

Chapter 355 Section 13. First round

Annan was drawn to the eighth and Alice to the fifth. Annan, who is looking forward to the plot of "The Law Breaks the Sky", wonders, could it be that he lost all the first seven games and turned the tide in the end?

Before the actual game began, Annan had two opportunities to observe the mage's fighting style.

The first one was an unknown student from the Sltovis Academy of Magic and an unknown student from the Solz Academy of Magic - in short, when the official of the etiquette department announced the start, the two young mages quickly cast spells.

The battles of low-level spellcasters do not have many magic light effects, and are mainly practical. They occasionally dodge the opponent's spells in a "not so mage" way.

The player wearing a purple mage robe seized the opponent's opportunity to dodge, chanted magic for three seconds, and fired out an arcane missile in an arc.

At this time, the gray-robed player folded his upper body with unusual dexterity and softness, dodging arcane missiles like a knight-errant. But the real ranger is still behind - he seizes the opportunity to use the living rope technique to restrain the opponent who is still recovering, then draws a short sword from the loose mage robe and rushes straight towards him.

Annan seemed to see a new Michael rising.

"I surrender."

The bound mage gritted his teeth and shouted. The young man in gray robe easily turned the dagger a few times and returned to the rest area.

The audience praised the two students for their immature but wonderful duel in just a few dozen seconds. Annan was also disappointed that his side lost in the end.

"sorry……"

The young mage who lost the first game said guiltily.

"It doesn't matter... they want to win and knock us all out."

"Don't worry, you won't be the only one," Theophilus said.

Annan thought he should interview a sweeper, which would be more in line with his crow's mouth - they lost the next three games.

Alice steps into the arena. She was unlucky because her opponent was one of the two elite mages of Syltovis Academy.

At the beginning of the game, Alice first cast an iron armor spell on herself. As a result, her opponent's soul impact caused her to lose consciousness on the spot for several seconds. When she regained consciousness, the elite mage was already close at hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Alice raised her hand: "I give up."

No way, more spell slots. A level 1 mage can only use one first-level spell, but a level 6 elite mage can use twelve first-level spells, three second-level spells, or one third-level spell.

If the game hadn't banned casualties, a chain of arcane missiles or three fireballs would have solved all problems.

The cheers all around covered up the sounds of annoyance, but an angry shout came from Solz Magic Academy: "Forget it, your Syltovis Magic Academy has been changed to Syltovis Academy! Because there is no magic!"

Dean Breshim's face was expressionless, because his emotions were transferred to the deputy dean's face.

Alice returned to the rest area, and the vice-dean was about to question her, remembering that her father was one of the most promising epics to be promoted to legend...

"You've worked hard...Alice, why did you hold back at the end?" A straight face was the deputy dean's last insistence.

"I'm unlucky. His elite status is worthy of the name. I will win once with my trump card, but I will still lose in the second round."

"But at least it doesn't sound that bad...well."

"Next time, this is Annan's one-man show."

Alice looked at Annan, and the vice dean also looked at Annan.

Vice President Annan didn't know yet whether he could win, but he knew that they would suffer two more defeats.

Solz Academy is not as good as Sltovis Magic Academy. It has become a consensus that the remaining and unwanted ones from Sltovis Magic Academy will be admitted to Solz Academy, but losing seven times in a row still made them blush with shame. Face……

Those mudbloods all won yesterday's match against the Parr Warrior Academy!

"Mr. Annan Reeves..."

When the deputy dean approached him like Martin was waiting for an apple pie, Annan interrupted him: "Are you ready?"

The deputy dean was stunned for a moment: "What are you preparing for?"

"Tonight's banquet is prepared to be more grand."

Facing the cheers and calls of "complete victory" that did not belong to him, Annan stepped onto the arena. He saw the excited Xina in the front row pulling lazy Suni and her sisters to cheer him on.

Not entirely…

Leila sat in her seat like a lady, not caring at all on the surface, but secretly clenched her hands.

Losing her home, being far away from her hometown... She was afraid that Annan would lose confidence.

Standing in the arena. Annan watched his opponent, and his opponent watched him.

"I've never seen you." said the young man with a fuzzy beard.

"Me too."

"I mean you're not from Sltovis?"

"I'm from the north."

The official of the Ministry of Ceremonies announced the start of the fight. He shrugged, but still made no move: "You are the only one left. Our two schools have a deep friendship, so I should give up?"

"You have to really do this to—"

Suddenly, Annan caught the change in his mood and quickly distanced himself, while a rope emerged from the void where he was standing like a snake.

"Escaped the living rope technique?" the stuffed boy said in surprise.

Annan's response was to release the lower elemental summons, and a wind elemental emerged from the summoning array.

"mean."

…

"mean."

Leila exclaimed, and just as Olmedo was about to agree with her, he continued: "You still want to show off at this time."

"Annan?"

"Hmm, let's fight him with a low-level element, pretending to be forced to lose, and then suddenly summon a large element and get an exclamation, do you need me to say that?"

Olmedo's tone was unclear: "It seems you know him very well."

Leila raised her chin proudly: "I am his sister, Levis... I can tell what Annan is thinking when he steps up a leg."

As she said this, she glanced at the college students who were cheering desperately, mostly girls, and sneered with unclear meaning.

Annan returned to the dugout, and the second round began: the civil war at Srtovis Academy.

Neither of the two new students admitted defeat, they should be about the same strength. At this time, the vice-dean brought the magic potion and said hesitantly: "Mr. Annan, it's hard for you to win..."

…

“He won hard.”

In the arena, Delphi and Gunilla were fighting while talking.

"Exactly, if he is eliminated in the second round, the professor will not be able to blame us." Gunilla said in a relaxed tone.

Delphi looked at the rest area of ​​Solz College and saw Annan holding the magic potion and drinking it one sip after another. He suddenly raised his hand: "I surrender." Then he said to the stunned Gunilla: "That man is recovering, don't Give him time."

Back in the dugout, Gunilla was still complaining that he wasted a chance to fight.

"What's going on, Delphi, why do you have to admit defeat?" asked a strong young man who could not be covered by the mage's robe.

Delphi looked towards Salz College: "Kyle said before that he was a stranger. I'm worried that he is a foreign aid hired by Salz College. Save your energy by admitting defeat."

"What are you afraid of? How can we lose if eight of us fight against one!"