Chapter 71 How Much Did You Bet on Edith?
Number One paused, and looked at Number Two with pleading eyes.
Sister, stop talking! Talking about pre-match support is just a process!
Can the college please stop sending unprofessional guides on stage?
Number Two curled his lips, and seeing the teacher gesturing in the audience, he reluctantly followed the rules: "Of course, I believe most of the students have already guessed it, so I won't elaborate here."
"The game will start in five minutes, and now it's the half-time draw for both teams," No. 1 quickly replied, calling on everyone to turn their attention to the center of the field. There, Edith and Langman were standing in front of the referee, watching him throw the gold coin upwards.
"The match will last 30 minutes, but if one side voluntarily admits defeat or one side is judged by observers to have lost the ability to fight, the match will end immediately."
An observer standing outside the arena, independent of a protective shield, raises his hand to signal.
"Front, Edith goes to the west half and Langman goes to the east half." While No. 1 was explaining, the draw was over. The referee took a quick look at the result and stretched out his hand to give instructions.
Luckily, I chose the backlit side.
Edith walked to her own court and saw Langman squinting and shielding his eyes from the sun. This was a bad start for him, but as long as it wasn't a fatal move, the subsequent impact would not be significant.
Edith raised her wand.
"Next is the pre-match exchange." No. 2's voice became visibly excited, "Let's see what both sides want to say to each other."
Pre-match communication, commonly known as threatening words.
The audience became agitated, and those who had been sitting quietly raised their heads and stretched their necks to look down.
Everyone was shocked by what Edith had said in her previous speech and was looking forward to what she would say.
"Let's work hard together." Langman smiled gently and waved to Edith.
"Friendship comes first." Edith nodded in response.
There was no disturbance.
"...boring." Number Two complained quietly, leaning back idly. Number One quickly spoke into the microphone to drown out the other's voice: "Haha, it can be seen that our two contestants today respect each other very much. Please look forward to the next battle!"
It's finally over.
Edith checked the condition of her wand again, making sure there were no extra decorations on the guard and that the core of the wand had not been replaced.
Countdown three minutes.
She went over the tactics in her mind, opened her eyes, and recalled what the guide had just said.
Three to seven... No matter how you think about it, she is the third and seventh. It is estimated that most of her 30% support rate comes from the first years.
Hopefully this probability can be maintained for a while, then she will bet on herself to win in the next game.
as well as……
Edith looked up. The podium was too far away, and the protective shield on the outside reflected the sunlight, so she couldn't see the people inside clearly.
This tour guide No. 2... doesn't sound very professional.
How could the academy let an inexperienced person take part in such an important competition?
Tour guide No. 1 seemed to be afraid of her. Seeing that the countdown was about to end, he immediately held down the other party who was about to make a move and made a loud announcement.
"The competition officially begins now!"
Edith did not initiate the move.
There is a big difference between spell competitions and swordplay. Swords are heavy and not flexible enough, and it is easy to win by seizing the initiative, but spells have a delay. Some spells require long chanting and precise control, and instantaneous spells are often not strong enough.
If your opponent is planning a big move and you just rush forward with a simple attack spell, you are just giving that opportunity away for nothing.
Langman was also very cautious. He did not attack, but instead released a detection spell under his feet to ensure that he would get the message when Edith started to set up the magic circle.
He was confident that he could handle any attack except the magic circle.
"You can see that the opening is very intense - eh?" Number One was afraid that Number Two would say something that shouldn't be said, so he planned to take on the entire game by himself. He said it out of habit, but he didn't expect that the two people on the field would not play by the rules. "Eh... It seems that Miss Griffin and Mr. Giles are both more cautious."
Edith frowned. She was not expecting Langman to be so cautious. Although she had gained some reputation, she felt that her opponent would be careless in the first match.
I never thought that one day not being looked down upon would become a trouble.
She smacked her lips twice and observed for two seconds, confirming that she could not get the desired result by waiting, so she raised her hand and released the wind blade.
Here we come!
Langman was relieved and dodged the attack by leaning sideways. The waves caused by the wind blade lifted the corner of his clothes, and the fabric made a rustling sound, covering up his low chanting.
Flames spread out and spread to the western half of the field with the wind.
"Edith took the initiative and broke the deadlock with a simple wind control." Number One looked excited. "Langman used the wind to increase the burning range of the fire spell, but he seemed to have forgotten that the wind was moving in his direction as a whole and could not threaten the opponent."
But could it be possible that Langman didn’t even know this?
Edith narrowed her eyes. The flames continued to burn, and the black smoke gradually blurred her vision.
Sure enough, the smoke was his main purpose.
The wind was blowing in the east half of the field, and the smoke followed the wind around Langman, making his figure blurred. Edith did not hesitate, raised her arm and pointed directly at the clouds. The piercing thunder instantly pierced the sky, and everyone looked up and saw dense dark clouds gathering above their heads.
The heavy clouds looked heavy, and with their gray hues, they seemed very close. The crowd subconsciously stepped back and crowded into the stands until the rain was blocked by the protective shield and they realized they were safe.
The rain poured down, not only putting out the fire, but also pressing the dust in the air to the ground. The smoke and the rain barely concealed Langman's figure, making it impossible for the tour guide to tell his exact location. "I wonder if Langman is planning a big move." He said cautiously, "Based on past performance, Langman will use the time gap to create--"
"Bang!"
Before No. 1 could finish his words, several thick green vines shot out from the rain and fog, cutting through the air with a harsh sound. Everyone subconsciously covered their ears and watched as several green afterimages hooked Edith's waist and curled up to pull her to the center of the fog.
The smoke cleared completely.
"——will use the time gap to create a cage of branches." Number One's voice was particularly gentle amidst the thunder and the sound of breaking air, barely squeezing into the minds of the people who had opened their ears. Number One was still in shock and covered his chest, "Langman is very good at dragging his opponent into his own space to fight. Once he drags him in, he never fails."
"After entering the bud of Langman, which we call the 'piranha plant', the battle is usually over within 10 minutes."
"Okay, we won. Get ready to collect the gold coins." Langman's friend whistled and glanced at the people around him with a proud look. "Although the odds are not high because of the 7:3 support rate, I won because I bet more. So I can still earn a gold coin as pocket money."
The person next to him was the one who had reminded Langman. He looked at the audience hesitantly: "...I always feel that it's not that simple."
Langman was afraid of revealing his ancient spell, so he always used it in a self-made cage that blocked his view. This was also the origin of the rumor that "Langman has never failed in his own space." In previous competitions, all those who defeated him did rely on delaying time to avoid capture.
But wasn't Edith's entry just now a little too smooth?
With her strength, there was no reason for her not to even struggle.
"I think it's hard to say." He was silent for a while, but still expressed his true thoughts.
"How much did you stake on Edith?"
"Three silver coins."
"Tsk, no wonder you want to speak for her."
The friend disagreed and looked away.
......
Langman sensed something was wrong.
He was very confident in his own strength, and naturally he was used to the strategy of "just pull the enemy in". To create a fog to create a barrier for his long spell, and then release the vines to capture Edith, he had to be extremely fast to succeed - so there was no time to react.
Edith shouldn't be so easy to catch.
When he realized this, his vines had already dragged the other party in front of him. The plant cages around him were completely closed. If he wanted to reopen them, he had to actively cut off the magic power. However, Edith was right in front of him, and he couldn't reveal such a big flaw.
"I see!"
He looked down at the ground under his feet, and his pupils suddenly shrank. In order to avoid being hurt by mistake, he usually created a circular cage with a diameter of about five meters, which was just the right size to accommodate a standard-sized attack array. If Edith succeeded in drawing it, he would be blocked by the plant walls around him if he wanted to run, and he would definitely get hurt in the end.
So cunning.
He didn't dare to pause. The moment he let go of Edith, he cast a freezing spell. A rough ice house rose from the ground, perfectly wrapping the two of them and shrinking the size of the venue to a circle with a diameter of three meters.
The distance between the two people is almost zero.
In this situation, it is very dangerous to cast any spell. If you act rashly, as long as the enemy casts a protective shield in time, the attack spell will rebound back to you. In other words, whoever attacks first will lose.
It was a tough fight, but Edith finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally it was forced out.
As expected, Langman only had the courage to use the spells created by Louisa in the space he created.
She pretended to step back, and the tip of her wand ignited a blazing flame, instantly burning a large hole in the igloo. Langman was more determined to see this, and cast a spell to fill the hole, but deliberately avoided Edith. Unexpectedly, Edith not only did not face the attack, but quickly lay down, stretched out her hands, just enough to reach Langman's ankles, and pulled him forward with force, turning over and climbing up the moment he fell to the ground.
Pure physical combat is sometimes easier.
Langman suppressed his desire to attack and was ready to use the protective shield at any time. Come on, as long as Edith loses her temper...
"You've been living off the spells of your family?"
Even when the atmosphere was so tense, Edith actually relaxed and kicked the opponent on the back. "We all learned the same spell, but you used it differently. And you won so many games by doing so..."
She stopped at the right time, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Langman: “…”
These words really touched his heart.
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