I Can Summon All the Gods

In about half an hour, everyone was almost present, and the whole hall was very lively.

Mallory waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down. Under the magic effect, his voice reached everyone's ears, "Please be quiet, and listen to me."

The crowd quieted down and all eyes were focused on Mallory.

"On behalf of the Scilar Magic Academy, I would like to express my thanks to all the teachers, students and distinguished guests for witnessing the history of the academy."

"Today, our dear students of Grade 1, fire type, have experienced the cruelest training in history. They are all brave men! I believe that they have completed the tempering of their lives and become braver, more resolute and stronger."

"Let's express our congratulations with the warmest applause."

A round of applause broke out in the hall.

Being praised in public, the students of Grade 1, fire type, also felt proud.

Looking at the enthusiastic students off the stage, Mallory didn't waste their time. After a few simple words, he waved his hand and said, "Now, the dinner begins!"

At the same time, there were all kinds of delicious food on the table in an instant.

Beautiful music echoed in the hall. With a young and radiant smile on their faces, the students of Grade 1, fire type were talking about the extraordinary journey. When it came to danger, they danced with joy and blushed.

Locke and Athena two sat in their seats, drinking red wine happily.

"Mr. Capet."

A middle-aged bald man suddenly appeared in front of the two people, holding a glass of wine in his hand and wearing a flattering smile.

Locke racked his brain to search for the man's information, but it was a pity that it was the first time he had seen the man in front of him. Besides, Locke felt sick of his flattering smile.

"Let me introduce myself." Seeing the puzzled look on Locke's face, the middle-aged bald man said, "I'm Bertram Holder, the current head of the Holder family."

Locke nodded slightly and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Holder."

"My son used to be your student."

Bertram still wore a flattering smile on his face. "However, he was so thoughtless before that he even transferred out of your class without permission. Don't worry, I have taught him a serious lesson. So would you like to let him go back to your class?"

Afraid that Locke wouldn't agree, the middle-aged man took out a space ring to store items and said in a low voice, "Don't worry. I have prepared a gift for you. I'm sure it will satisfy you."

Under his expectant gaze, Locke shook his head slowly and said in a plain tone, "I'm sorry. My students are only in class 4 now."

"Mr. Capet..."

"Mr. Holder, I think I have made it clear to you. Now, we are going to enjoy the party." Locke interrupted Bertram Holder.

Bertram's face darkened in an instant, but when he thought of Locke's strength, he could only grit his teeth and turn around to leave. The rest of the parents who were about to come up stopped and dared not to come up again when they saw the failure of Count Bertram.

Bryce chatted happily with Kamp and the others, students of Grade 1, fire type.

At this time, Kamp suddenly looked Bryce behind him and signaled Bryce that there was someone behind him.

Bryce turned around and saw Flynn standing behind him with a gloomy face. His cold eyes were full of jealousy and hatred.

Staring at Bryce, Flynn said coldly, "Bryce, do you still remember our agreement?"

Without any fear, Bryce looked at Flynn and said with a smile, "Are you ready to lose face?"

For the duel between the two people, the others were not too surprised. In order to make the dinner livelier, in the previous dinner, there would also be students who would take the initiative to participate in the duel.

Moreover, the news that the young master from the Bazel family was going to have a duel with the young master from the Hyman family had already spread throughout the school.

Flynn stared at Bryce fiercely and said word by word, "I'll wait for you on the stage."

If it was two days ago, he was indeed a little afraid of Bryce, but now... Bryce, just wait for me to step on you!

"Mr. Marquis, I suggest you find a healer as soon as possible." Not far away, Count Bazel swirled a glass of wine with a cold smile on his face. "Although I have told Flynn, they are all young people after all. He might hit him seriously."

Marquis Hyman didn't show any anger. He sneered and replied indifferently, "Let's wait and see."

At the same time, Mallory had known that the two were going to have a duel. He waved his hand, and the table and chair in the middle disappeared, and a duel table slowly rose from the ground. The others stood around the arena. Although there was another stage in the middle, it didn't seem crowded.

Other people made way for the two. Soon Bryce and Mallory came to the arena.

"Bryce, wait for me to beat you up." Looking at Bryce, Flynn wore an evil smile.

As he spoke, his body lit up slightly. Then he wore a black magic cloak. At the same time, a magic wand appeared in his hand.

He looked majestic, like a general about to go to the battlefield. In this way, Bryce looked extremely shabby. Wearing an ordinary magic robe, he had nothing in both hands.

"A level-2 magic wand, a level-2 magic cloak."

Looking at the equipment on Flynn's body, the people around him sighed.

Although they heard that Bryce's strength had increased, even comparable to a level-2 mage, now it seemed that he had no chance to win against Flynn, who held a magic wand and wore a magic cloak.

However, there was no change on Bryce's face. There was even a contemptuous smile on his face. "What? Are these external things your confidence?"

In the face of Bryce's mockery, Flynn did not feel ashamed or angry. He sneered and said, "Money is also a part of your own strength."

In the distance, seeing that Bryce had nothing, Mrs. Hyman looked at Marquis Hyman reproachfully.

Seeing his wife looking at him reproachfully, Marquis Hyman said innocently, "Don't look at me. I've prepared these for him, but he said he wanted to defeat his opponent with his own strength and refused."

Hearing this, Mrs. Hyman looked away and saw the two people on the stage again.

The duel officially began. The two of them first greeted each other with the courtesy of a mage.

All of a sudden!

The moment the salute was over, a strong magical fluctuation exploded in front of Flynn. When Bryce looked over, a blade made of raging fire appeared in front of Flynn.

"A level-2 magic flame blade!"

The students outside the arena exclaimed.

"Flynn Bazel has become a level-2 mage!"

All the people present were shocked by what they saw.

Generally speaking, if one could become a level-2 mage at Grade 1, he was absolutely God's favored one, such as Kamp and Joanna from Class One. Among the students of Grade 1, there were no more than 15 people who could become level-2 mages.

Hearing the exclamations around, Flynn laughed complacently. In order to make him win, the Badal family had made a lot of effort. In the recent month, he had taken countless good pills.

A level-2 mage.

Although he was a little surprised, his speed was not slow. With a slight movement of his body, he left his original position. Flynn's magic directly smashed out of the arena.

Facing the coming magic, the people around didn't panic at all. Just as the flame blade was about to fly out of the arena, a nearly transparent light curtain suddenly appeared around the arena.

Boom!

The blade made of fire hit the light curtain and exploded.

Flynn didn't feel surprised that his attack failed. He waved the magic wand and condensed another magic ball.

Without hesitation, Bryce quickly condensed a red fireball in his hand and instantly ran towards Flynn.

Obviously, Flynn had seen how powerful Bryce's fireball spell was. He didn't dare to be arrogant and condensed a defensive shield of level 2 in front of him.

Boom!

The fireball exploded on the shield.

Although it was supported by the magic wand, Flynn had just become a level-2 mage. It was obviously difficult to use a level-2 magic shield.

Crack!

The shield began to crack.

Although the shield blocked most of the power of the fireball spell, the rest of the burning flames rushed towards Flynn. At this time, the magic cloak lit up with silver light, and the fire element, which was next to him, was all blocked outside.

Not far from the battle ring, seeing that all the magic damage released by Bryce was blocked by the magic cloak, Cindy clenched her fists and shouted angrily, "Bastard, do you dare throw away the magic cloak and the magic wand!"

"Are you worried about that guy?"

When Cindy felt something was wrong with Bryce, she heard a faint voice.

Hearing the familiar voice, Cindy restrained her anger.

She turned around with a guilty conscience and saw a tall figure standing behind her.