There were so many people, and I was relatively strong. After a lot of effort, I finally squeezed into the front row. Although there were some people blocking the way, I could still see clearly what was going on on the court with my extraordinary height.
The venue is more than 500 square meters, surrounded by a rope circle. On one side of the venue is a shed that looks like a VIP seat. There are more than 10 people sitting inside, who seem to be referees and members of the host family. There is only one woman, Qingsha, among them.
Masked, from her beautiful figure and looming face, it can be seen that she is indeed a beauty, she must be the daughter of the city lord. The fat man next to her in gorgeous clothes is probably the so-called city lord.
In the field, there were two magicians competing. When I took a closer look at their magic, I couldn't help but laugh. In my eyes, their strength was simply too weak, which is at the level of an intermediate magician. You have a fireball.
I'm a wind blade player, so it seems like I'm fighting quite fiercely.
No wonder there has been no results for so many days. It turns out that they are all rookie magicians. If a random student from our Royal Academy of Advanced Magic comes here, I am afraid he can win the beauty immediately.
Due to the weak strength of the contestants, my interest was greatly reduced.
At this time, the wind magician had already gained the upper hand and quickly won the victory with his nimble body skills and versatile attacks.
An old man in a magic robe from the VIP table came out and announced: "Wind magician Tenchi Haruka wins. Is there any other young hero who is willing to compete?"
In this way, the competition went back and forth for 3 or 4 games, and no one could hold on to win two people in a row. It was really boring. The two contestants in the field ended with both losses. I can't watch this kind of low-level competition.
Feeling bored, he turned around and was about to leave when suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a slim figure appeared in the venue.
I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the thin young man who didn't answer my question just now. He was completely different from before. He stood proudly in the middle of the field with his weak chest. He was wearing a gorgeous magic robe, which made him look very different.
What surprised me was that there were actually 5 stars on the magic robe, which meant that he had the level of a wizard.
Everyone present was obviously shocked by his attire. The old magician in charge of the referee asked: "This magician, are you a magician?"
The thin young man puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course, I am a third-year student at the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic. I am Mark Seid, ranked fifth in the academy. I major in fire magic and minor in wind magic."
His remark made everyone present gasp in amazement. I don't know whether it was Mark's fame or the prestige of the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic.
I was about to leave, but this fake young man attracted my interest. I wanted to see how he pretended to be Mark. If I saw it right, he was at the level of a high-level magician. If there was a fight,
It's not all revealed yet.
To my surprise, the old magician who served as the referee showed a respectful expression on his face. He said respectfully: "On behalf of the city lord, I welcome Mark Magician to come and participate in the competition. There is a hero who is willing to fight."
After a while, no one dared to come out to fight. I suddenly realized that no wonder he didn't come out just now. It turned out that he was waiting for this opportunity that would hurt both sides. Once he showed his name on the stage, no one would dare to challenge him. It was too tricky.
Alright.
Although I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but it concerns Mark's reputation, I shouted in the crowd: "Fake boy, go down." My voice was loud, and it was forced out with magic power, making it difficult for people to understand.
position.
The face of the impostor in the field changed, and he returned to normal in an instant. He said loudly: "The hero is making fun of me. If you are willing to teach me, I am waiting here."
Originally, the onlookers were in quite a commotion due to what I just said, but now, they were covered up by him beautifully. I couldn't help but admire it secretly. However, he also aroused the anger in my heart.
I teleported a short distance to the center of the field, smiled and said, "I am the hero who said you are a fake."
The thin young man obviously didn't notice me when I asked for directions just now. He frowned and said, "My friend, if you want to teach me, please do something."
I ignored him and said to the referee: "Hello, I am not here to compete in magic to find a bride this time. I am mainly here to help my friends protect their reputation. Please bear with me."
The old magician frowned and said, "Excuse me, why do you say this magician is a fake?"
I smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, because Mark Said is my friend. He just graduated from the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic. We were together two days ago."
My words immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the audience started talking.
The skinny young man's face turned red for a while, and he said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I don't know you, you dare to come here to pretend to be our Royal Academy of Advanced Magic, what are your intentions?"
I laughed and said, "I don't have any ulterior motives. I'm afraid it's you who does. Since you've fallen in love with this lady, why don't you fight for her on your own merits instead of taking someone else's name?"
The thin young man said to the old magician: "I want to compete with him to wash away his insult to me."
The old magician glanced at the city lord and got a positive hint. He said: "Okay, let's start the competition now. Please stop it and stop it. At the same time, don't hurt the onlookers." As expected of an old man, he arrived.
He is very smart and knows that if one of us tells the truth, the barrier of the competition venue will never be able to withstand it, so he warned us first.
I said: "Okay, I also want to learn a lesson and see what skills you have in impersonating Mark."
The thin young man stopped answering and fired a seemingly large fireball at me. The fireball flew towards me with steaming heat.
He wanted to fight with me even at this level. I didn't even hide. When the fireball was about to reach me, I stretched out my right hand. When I stretched out my hand, the thin young man had already discovered that the fireball he fired had already matched him.
Lost contact.
The fireball was held in my hand and stayed there quietly, making my face turn red.
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