Chapter 120 Blindness
“The game begins!”
Seeing the observer nodded as if facing a great enemy, indicating that he was ready, the referee closed his eyes and quickly announced the start of the game.
The scene fell silent in an instant.
Joe pulled the wand horizontally, and a thin thread gradually appeared along the path of the wand tip, and it clearly had a solid body. Joe covered it with his empty hand, and then raised his hand again, and both ends of the thread sank deeply into his palm.
Cutting people with a thin rope will not cause fatal injuries in a short period of time, and even the wounds on the surface are far less obvious than other ways of injuring people, but the pain and torture are no less than other ways.
It fits Joe's habit very well.
Edith did not stay where she was to observe Joe's movements. Instead, she disappeared into her own half of the court the moment the referee opened his mouth. The dense mist obscured her figure, and as the silk thread stretched out in Joe's hand, a sharp cold light flashed under his arm.
Joe reacted quickly, retracted his hand and jumped up, but it was this action that caused the magic thread in his hand to be naturally cut. The pain of forcibly blocking the magic wrapped around his forearm, but Joe's expression did not change. He still raised his head in the mist with a faint smile.
Edith put the sword back into the scabbard with a sound.
"This... Edith drew her sword, but only cut Joe's magic thread?" Number One was a little uncertain. "This is not a cost-effective choice. The magic thread consumes very little magic power, and it only takes time to redraw it. In comparison, the action of drawing the sword consumes more physical strength."
Edith knew that this action was useless, but she didn't care. She just wanted to make Joe unhappy.
Letting go of the sword, she freed her two hands, held the magic wand and pointed at the air - countless points of light fell from the sky, and were blown up by the wind like thin raindrops, intertwining in a disorderly manner, completely submerging the silk thread in Joe's hand.
The boy narrowed his eyes, unable to confirm the location of the object in his hand for a moment.
"Creating visual obstacles can indeed effectively delay time." Joyce said lightly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Edith waved her wand again. A familiar gust of wind gushed out from the tip of her wand. Joe moved the protective shield to block it in front of him, but Edith's wind suddenly changed direction as it approached, slanting down into the soil of the practice field, shoveling the entire piece of soil with the protective shield attached to the surface. Joe was thrown to the audience stand behind him like an animal in an incubator.
Fortunately, after Edith's performance in the previous competitions, the school once again strengthened the level of the protective shield. Now it is not so easy to be broken apart, and is less likely to vibrate, avoiding the trouble of not being able to see the game scene clearly due to vibration.
Joe rolled down from the top of the protective shield clearly, leaving clear marks of mud on the ground as he rolled.
The rounded shape of the protective shield would become a perfect roller once tilted, but he couldn't remove the shield at this moment, as that would only make him roll on the ground with his real body, which would be even more undignified than it was now.
"Oh my god!" "What happened!"
There was a cry of surprise from the stands, and it was not until Joe rolled back to the center of the field that he could see the current situation clearly.
The transparent ball rolled in front of Edith and exploded on the ground with a bang. A thick tree rose from the ground and fixed Joe firmly on the ground.
The boy became inexplicably more excited: "Are you avoiding a direct fight?"
Edith didn't reply, but climbed to the top of the tree in two steps, drew her sword and slashed from top to bottom. Joe dodged sideways, and the edge of his fluttering sleeves inevitably cut off a few pieces of fabric.
The rags mixed with the fallen leaves that were shaken, slightly blocking her vision. The next second, all the leaves exploded in front of Edith's eyes, covering the sky like dark clouds.
Joe blew up the tree.
Edith was not surprised at all. Before the exclamations of the people on the stage had ended, her figure appeared three meters above the tree, floating steadily in the wind. The flat ground of the practice field was now full of depressions. Edith looked up at the dazzling space and raised one hand.
Thunder sounded along with the aftermath of the explosion.
It took less than a second for the sky inside the protective cover to go from dark clouds to heavy rain. The audience in the stands were still bathed in the sun, but they had to barely make out the scene inside the protective cover through the dense rain.
"Edith is covering her eyes!"
Number One started explaining loudly, but Joyce grabbed the microphone from his side and ruthlessly interrupted him: "Edith is suppressing the poison powder."
Joe had so many ways to stop himself, why did he have to help a big tree grow?
"The leaves of this tree contain poisonous powder. If you inhale too much, it can cause hallucinations in a short period of time." Joyce leaned against the chair behind him and said calmly, "The leaf powder has a certain weight and mainly floats downwards. Edith's action of standing on the tree just now has caused a lot of pollen to fall into Joe's body."
Joe soon discovered this, so he took the initiative to make the tree explode, filling the entire protective shield with powder at the cost of hurting himself.
"But Edith, this rain should be able to completely press the pollen floating in the air to the ground."
On the ground, the depression left by the explosion was now filled with water, mixed with soil and turned into a quagmire. The sky was gloomy, and Joe's face did not look very good.
"You're fine." He let the rain fall on his body and squinted at the sky, "But how long can your magic last?"
The magic power consumed by inducing rain outdoors and making rain autonomously indoors are two different concepts.
The tree powder was completely dispersed in the explosion. As long as the rain stopped and Edith came down, his strategy would still be useful.
But Edith told him with her actions - sorry, she can't hold on for much longer.
She held the wand tightly in one hand, maintaining the action of inducing rain, and held the hilt of the sword tightly with the other hand. She flashed irregularly around Joe. Every time she flashed, her figure was closer to the other party, but her position was not fixed. She had to keep circling around to confirm her position.
"Edith's magic reserve is quite amazing." Joyce was a little surprised. Before this, Edith had never used the war of attrition, and most of the games were won through strategies and skills.
Magic reserve is the simplest and crudest way to measure a person's magic talent, and it is also the basis for large families to judge children's talents. Edith has a high talent for learning, but the exact amount of magic reserve is still unknown.
Number One suddenly became excited. In order to better explain the top seven, he made full preparations and looked up a lot of information: "It is said that Edith Griffin's preliminary round was completed in one afternoon."
"She played ten matches in a row and won all of them, including against high-quality opponents, such as Rose, who won the first match of the top seven points match yesterday. As far as I know, Edith did not show any obvious discomfort, but fell asleep after the match."
Drowsiness is simply the lightest of all the side effects of overdrawing magic power. People with average talent may also experience a series of problems such as blindness, tinnitus, and hallucinations.
Joyce raised an eyebrow.
She knew about the promotion matches, but she had never really watched the preliminary rounds, which were so large in scope: "Ten matches in one afternoon?"
"Yes." Number One's voice was loud and clear. "The record book of Beaujunes College clearly records the start and end time of each game."
Then Edith was more surprising than she had imagined.
"Is it true that you have lost to Edith?"
In the stands, a classmate couldn't help but poke Rose, who had just won the competition yesterday, "Then aren't you weaker than Edith?"
"It was the first time that I didn't estimate in advance. I won't do it again next time." Rose's eyes were sharp, watching Edith's every move. "I will win."
If possible, she wanted to compete with Edith in a pure contest of skills, without magic or wands, just a fight with cold weapons.
Rose's words undoubtedly proved that what No. 1 said was correct. The news leaked out from the mouth of the student who asked the question, gradually spread to the surroundings, covered the entire stands, and finally flowed to the surrounding stands.
With Edith's magical reserves, she could really make it rain until the end of the game.
Qiao was irritable, but inexplicably excited: "War of attrition?"
A strong light shot out from his hand, and the temperature inside the protective shield rose sharply. Countless water droplets evaporated and disappeared under the heating of the light. The audience close to the protective shield screamed and ran to the back to avoid their skin being burned by the heat.
Joe is really crazy!
"The extremely high temperature and brightness are really a way of attack that harms both yourself and others." Joyce changed his posture, but did not judge whether this way of attack was good or bad.
"The rain has stopped." Number One continued to explain diligently with goggles on, "Joe's move worked."
"No, Edith stopped on her own initiative."
Before he finished speaking, Edith, who used the strong light to cover her figure, suddenly appeared behind Joe. Joe turned around and once again increased the intensity of the light, shining it on every step Edith took.
Edith's clothes were almost on fire. She used magic to cover her whole body, keeping the temperature within a comfortable range. She suddenly retracted the hand that had been holding the sword, freeing it to protect her eyes.
The rain stopped, the water no longer accumulated, the silt settled, and the water surface became clear and calm.
She instantly stopped the wind and let herself fall. Joe's light followed her movements closely, and his breathing was excited and rapid. He increased the light again, but it brushed against the puddle on the ground as he fell.
"ah!"
Countless lights reflected into his eyes.
All the magic power was poured into the wand, and every time Edith approached, he would add a little magic power for safety. Not enough magic power? Then reduce the protection on his body.
The massive consumption of magic power would weaken the body's functions, and combined with the strong reflected light, this evil consequence was forced into Joe's mouth by fate.
The bright light disappears.
The people around the stands really hadn't reacted yet. The flickering light made many people cry. They couldn't see the specific situation on the field, and could only hear Joe's painful screams.
It was a bit difficult to plunge the entire venue into darkness. Edith carefully thought about the advice given by Xia Zhi and felt that blindness would be safer.
It's all darkness, no problem.
More importantly - after losing his eyesight, his hearing must have become more sensitive.
Edith squinted at the edge of the shield. There was a spot not covered by the rain, and the dirt was still there from when Joe had rolled over with the shield.
Looks like a good fit for Transfiguration.
Edith drew her sword and slashed at Joe. Although Joe was in pain, he still had the ability to sense danger and quickly jumped back to avoid it.
Edith saw the moment when his feet left the ground, and a gust of wind blew over, blowing Joe, who had no support, to the edge of the field.
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