Chapter 335: The Fall of the Flame Spear

"The fourth match, the Thunderbolt, Levitor, against Saint Ingo, Seviara!"

After the duel not long ago, many spectators in the venue were still a little dazed. They gradually woke up after the special silver bell in the venue rang.

"It's terrible. Even through the barrier in the venue, I was hypnotized and affected by the lights and almost fell into a deep sleep." Someone drank a sip of water, then poured a little on his face, and instantly became more alert.

"The secret method of the Songstress is still so gorgeous and beautiful, making people surrender unconsciously and willingly."

"This is the fourth match. If Saint Ingo loses this time, it will be three consecutive defeats."

"But the opponent is Levitor, it will be difficult to not lose."

Although many people still believe that Seviara, the dark horse ace of Saint Ingo, is very powerful, but in the previous battle, the suppression power shown by Levitor was too terrifying, and it was hard to imagine him losing.

On the battlefield, the two walked into the battlefield and stared at each other. There was no greeting, no provocation or nonsense, just looking at each other quietly, like the calm before the storm.

"The competition begins!"

After the announcement, Levitor did not step forward immediately, but slowly rose up, and the spiral spear in his hand slowly turned. The patterns on it lit up one by one, and then the light and shadows were twisted like smoke and dangerously twisted, until the last sound of a bang, the mighty flames rose and ignited, and the spiral driven by the spear gradually covered the dome of the night sky.

The sky was a burning sea of ​​fire, slowly falling down, the air became sticky and hot, and the youth and plants that were left on the ground before became burnt yellow, black, gray, and dissipated.

'The Flame Spear that Penetrates the Stars' was created by a hero who killed the dark sun in the early Sixth Era. Its moves and secrets were open to everyone, but the terrifying control it required made countless people stay away. Unexpectedly, Levitor has now successfully practiced it.

Looking at the slowly flowing and oppressive torrent of magic power in the sky, as well as the spiral spear that was constantly entangled and dangerous, Sevilla shook her head. Even she did not dare to confront this legendary move that could kill gods when used to the extreme.

She spread her golden transparent butterfly wings and flew to the dome of the night sky like a speck of dust. The flexible and extremely fast trajectory made it difficult for the Flame Spear hanging in the sky to aim and locate.

However, Levito did not care about this. He just looked down at the circling figure below with an invincible gaze, and then slowly pushed the spiral flame spear in his hand to let it fall.

The sticky and hot atmosphere slowly advanced as the flame spear fell, and the giant vortex in the sky also slowly fell, constantly merging into the tip of the spiral spear.

Sevilla, who was circling up, faced this sky-falling attack. Her figure flashed, struggling to shuttle in the sticky and hot atmosphere, the corners of her clothes gradually dyed burnt yellow, and sporadic flames began to appear on her hair.

Just as she was about to pass through the huge vortex of flames from the side, the tip of the spiral spear sent a wave of suction, causing her body to stagnate. Then the sticky vortex of flames swept through layer by layer, and the smell of burning filled the air. The butterfly wings behind her also became damaged and annihilated.

"Elf Secret Art: Seven Butterfly Incarnation."

Suddenly, Sevilla's figure flashed, and seven figures followed one after another, splitting a path in the vortex of flames, penetrating the sticky and hot clouds, and coming to the cold and empty sky.

Levito looked at the opponent who had escaped from the spiral flame spear, stretched his hand to the side, and held a long spear with golden flame patterns in his palm, and then swept and chopped, chopping the two attacking Sevillas into pieces.

Then the seven figures dissipated, leaving only Sevilla hovering in the air. The golden butterfly wings behind her recovered again, and then one leg was bent in the air, and a golden dial appeared behind her.

Sevilla in the dial stretched one arm forward, and a silver moon-shaped bow extended from her wrist, while the other hand pulled the transparent bowstring, and a round of clear arrows slowly became clear.

Although this set of movements seemed slow, it was extremely fast under the blessing of the golden dial behind her, as if the world had temporarily stopped for a moment, allowing her to complete the movements, and then time flowed again.

In an instant, the bowstring loosened, and the moon-like arrow shot out, like three entangled transparent streamers, piercing Levitor's body and crushing his heart. Such arrows are not physical, but more like some kind of invisible force field that can easily penetrate defensive barriers.

A mouthful of blood mixed with debris spurted out, and Levitor's figure darkened, almost falling down, but he still held on, holding the golden flame gun tightly in his hand, and aiming again, Sevilla.

"Divine Spear Brionak!"

The spear pierced through the sky almost the moment it was shot and hit Sevilla, but unfortunately, because Levito was injured and the attack was hasty, it did not pierce Sevilla head-on, but only destroyed one of Sevilla's arms.

With her arm broken, Sevilla flew high in the sky, then swooped down like an eagle, the blood marrow blade in her hand also drew a long red mark in the air, slashing at Levitor.

Even though Levitor was seriously injured at the moment, if she ignored him, he could still hold on for a while, and there was a possibility that he would slowly recover, so Sevilla could not stop attacking.

The blood-red blade shattered Levitor's newly condensed golden spear, and then the blade broke through Levitor's dark golden defense and pierced into his chest again, then turned her wrist, bringing out a large piece of flesh and blood.

Shaking off the blood on the sword, Sevilla floated in the air, overlooking Levitor falling to the ground. If no one rescued him now, Levitor, who had lost his heart, would die completely in a few minutes.

But this was the Winter Festival Competition, she shook her head and dispersed such boring thoughts.

Then the host in the venue announced.

"Saint Ingo Academy wins!"

Although it was surprising, Sevilla did defeat her opponent, the Levitor who was more talented than her.

Talent does have a significant impact on strength, but it is not everything. Seviara, who received more arduous training at Saint Ingo Academy and was guided by countless logistical teams and teachers, still relied on tactics and surprise to defeat the highly anticipated Levito on the battlefield, winning a game for Saint Ingo Academy.

After the first round of four games, the venue took a short break, and then the second round began.

"Lelisa Academy, Seraphiel, against Edes Academy, Heshia Tilan!"

In this round of competition, countless people were looking forward to and nervous from the beginning.

"Who will win? Seraphiel?"

"It won't be easy for Tilan to face her. The Light Feather Sequence has the strongest resistance in terms of mental will, and Seraphiel also has the blessing of angels."

"The same goes for the other secrets of the Withering Sequence. They are all restrained by the Light Feather Sequence." Someone shook his head.

"But don't be discouraged. Although Tilan can't get first place, there is still a great possibility that she can get into the top three, especially Levito, who is still being rescued. If he can't go on stage when it's his turn, it will be considered as automatic surrender."

While everyone was talking, Tilan and Seraphiel also stepped onto the battlefield.

"I've heard of you for a long time, Tilan. I heard from Bettina that you kept it a secret from her. She complained to me yesterday."

"Bettina." Tilan knew that this was Dekelabi's real name. When they worked at 'Glass Dream' before, they were best friends.

"I didn't mean to hide it from her. It's just that I didn't react quickly after knowing the truth. I didn't think about how to tell her, and then we went to study in other places."

"It's okay, I understand. After all, the talent of a singer is indeed special, and it's right to keep it secret." Seraphiel blinked, then took off her hood, and now she has changed into a neat battle dress again.

The white fabric wrapped around her body, although the style was holy, Seraphiel had good curves. The slightly plump figure was outlined by the close-fitting fabric, which gave her a special charm.

Without further ado, Seraphiel threw away her coat and stretched out the long sword in her hand. At this moment, the referee finally announced.

"The competition begins!"

(End of this chapter)