1847: I Have Lost

I Have Lost

Amy's duel with Albin had attracted the audience's attention once again.2

On one side was a young talented close combat magic magic caster who pushed through into the top 64 without finding an opponent that needed an extra smack from her.

On the other side was an ice magic advanced magic caster who could freeze the entire arena with a wave of his hand and a flutter of his sleeve, eliminating his opponents before they could even brush past his sleeve.

The duel between ice and fire.

An exchange of blows between a close combat magic caster and a long-range offensive magic caster.

Endless possibilities could come true within this 1000-square-meter arena.

This moment… should have been mine… Kassadin, who thought he was invincible, and had won the entrance ticket to the youth category's top 32, looked at the two people on the screen, and gnashed his teeth angrily.

If he had not been put in a lower tier, he would have already been among these 64 people, and would advance to the top 32 with everyone watching him.

And not being called a bully like he was now…

"Is your disciple also a 7th-tier magic caster already?" Andre asked curiously as he looked at the calm Krassu.

The other courtiers and magic casters at the elevated platform also turned to look at Krassu. This disciple of Krassu had eliminated almost all her opponents within a second previously. All of a sudden, they were uncertain how strong she actually was.

None of them would think that she won against her opponents based on luck. Even the 6th-tier earth magic caster she battled first also used his best defense skills against her.

What everyone was concerned about was if Krassu's disciple had really broken through the 7th-tier to become an advanced magic caster.

If that was true, she would be the youngest advanced magic caster in history.

"My disciple has yet to break through the 7th-tier." Krassu shook his head with a smile.

Everyone let out a silent sigh of relief, especially the magic casters from the Magus Tower.

"However, I think it should be about time," Krassu said slowly.

The expressions of the magic casters from Magus Tower changed. They could already imagine that the era of being thrashed by a young magic caster like Irina for decades would now change into the era of yet another young genius.

This was a scary cycle of changing from one elf to a half-elf.

"The tiers are just something that people use to categorize things. I've never thought that it should be the only standard to determine a person's strength. An ordinary person standing behind a magic caster could also kill him with a single stab with a knife," Krassu said.

Everyone had varying expressions. They all had different thoughts with regard to Krassu's words. However, they all remained silent.

While those on the elevated platform were talking, the emcee had announced the start of the last round.

Albin raised the magic caster's staff in his hand, and quickly mumbled a spell. Ice elements quickly coagulated, and frost started appearing beneath his feet, spreading out rapidly. He quickly built three ice walls in front of him, directly blocking the passage between him and Amy.

It was apparent that he had learned from the experiences of all the magic casters who had been eliminated by Amy within a second. The first thing he did was to build a line of defense to prevent Amy from quickly closing in on him to buy himself more time to work out an advanced spell.

"An immediate ice wall spell. An advanced magic caster groomed by the Magus Tower indeed!"

"I guess the little girl will have no way of closing in on him quickly. By the time she breaks through those three walls, there will be an advanced magic spell waiting for her."

"Will this be the end of a legend?"

The atmosphere tensed up immediately. Many of Amy's fans started to worry.

"A textbook response strategy. Senior Albin indeed!"

"A close combat magic caster who can't get close is no different from a soldier who can only wield a spear."

"That's right. Master Krassu will even frequently use the fireball magic for deterrence when he's up against the giant dragons. Close combat magic still has to work with long-range offensive magic to achieve a powerful attack in a battle."

The discussions of the people from the Magus Tower had more depth, but most of them did not think that Amy could win.

"Ice?!" Amy saw the three ice walls that had suddenly appeared and advanced magic caster, Albin, who was forming his advanced ice magic. Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "I know this too!"

"Huh?"

Albin and the audience were all stunned. They watched wide-eyed as Amy formed an ice spear slowly in her hands.

That spear was a good two meters long. Its sharp tip glistened under the rays of the sun. Cold air formed around the ice spear, and the ice elements were so active they were almost visible to the naked eye.

This long and thin ice spear did not appear to be in stark contrast to small Amy's hands. Instead, it looked rather compatible with her.

"Wind fire wheels!" Amy suddenly called out. Two spinning fireballs appeared beneath her feet, and elevated her a meter above the ground.

Her cape flapped in the wind, the wind fire wheels whirred under her feet, and the ice spear in her hands revealed its sharp tip.

At this moment, Amy looked suave.

"Fire spear! Destroy!" Amy shouted in a kiddish voice as she threw her ice spear out.

The ice spear flew at the speed of light, and the moment it left her hand, a burst of fire launched from its tail end, causing the ice spear to increase its speed to the maximum.

Frosty air circled around the spear like two ice dragons, protecting it as it made its way towards Albin, who was behind the three ice walls.

This was the duel between ice and ice. The ice spear was so quick that it covered tens of meters, sucking in the cold air around as it went and got increasingly stronger.

Meanwhile, on the other side, three ice walls half a meter thick stood in front of Albin. He was still chanting his spell quickly, causing the frosty air to coagulate at his magic wand. As long as he had a bit more time, this advanced magic spell would be completed.

But he was still too late.

The three thick ice walls shattered upon impact as though they were bubbles.

As ice shavings danced in the air, a sharp tip stabbed right into Albin's glabella.

Albin's expression changed drastically. The bone-piercing cold enveloped him completely. He knew that he had nowhere to run.

The audience all watched with their mouths wide open, and some even closed their eyes out of fear.

Just at this moment, an ice shield suddenly appeared in front of Albin.

Ding!

The ice spear hit the ice shield, forming a crisp sound, and after forming a hole in that shield, it shattered into pieces.

Albin looked at the ice shield in front of him, and was stunned. It was at this moment that he realized that at the moment he was about to complete his advanced magic spell, he was frightened to the point that his spell failed, and he formed an ice shield in front of him instinctively.

"Hm?" Amy looked at the ice spear that shattered into pieces, and then at Albin. She appeared rather puzzled, and formed another ice spear.

"Albin, you've lost," a magic caster donning a white robe called out coldly from the elevated platform.

Albin looked towards the elevated platform upon hearing that, and then finally knew where the ice shield came from. He removed his ice wall in shame, and left the battle arena with a face red with embarrassment. He looked at Amy, and gave her a palm hold fist salute as he said, "I have lost."

"You're too humble." Amy copied Albin, and also did a palm hold fist salute. She was still a little clueless as to how she even won.

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