Chapter 87 Wind Blade Unhindered
No one at the scene reacted to her move, and Number One spoke without even thinking: "Edith's solution seems to be swordsmanship... but a liquid that can corrode even spell attacks can obviously dissolve metal easily."
"Does she want to use a combination of 'spells' and 'swords' to attack?" Number One scratched his head, "That's not safe either."
At the same time, the discussion in the stands became louder and louder. Many people began to think about their own solutions. In the end, they found that there seemed to be no other way except to delay time - but once an encirclement was formed, it seemed that the only way out was to give up voluntarily.
Zebulon, who was sitting in the center of the stands, was also lost in thought.
He sat up straight, with his hands folded in his legs. His face remained calm, but his heart was extremely flustered.
From an angle that no one else could see, his crossed thumbs were tightly gripping the edge of the hand below, leaving a bloody mark on the pale skin.
If he were the one fighting Celeste now...
Can he really win?
Zebulun quickly went over the spells he had learned in his mind, but if that mucus could devour all attacks, no matter how powerful the spell was, it would be useless.
Then use a magic circle? A prince with the best resources directly uses the royal finished resources to participate in the competition. Even if he wins, he will be stepped on by the princess and "oppressed his subjects"...
Not to mention that he may not win.
"...I hope Edith can beat her." Although Edith is strong, she is not without flaws. Celeste is the real unstoppable one.
He would rather face Edith.
"Why is the league so strong this year?" Langman sat in the stands and complained to his friends. "At first I thought it was unlucky to run into Edith in the first round... but now I realize it might be a good thing."
"If I were to compete with Celeste or Zebulon—and that Joe just now, well, I might have to stay in bed for half a month."
Fortunately, losing to Edith is much better than being crippled.
Left stand.
Hedda squinted and looked at it carefully, then turned his head away with a strange expression.
Lynch, who was eliminated early, was sitting behind her and seemed a little out of shape.
Freed from the restrictions of the engagement, the two people who used to be awkward with each other gradually became familiar with each other. Heda pulled off a button and threw it at the other person: "Hey, is that sword yours?"
She had never seen Edith draw the sword, but she had seen the original rusty sword in the Lynch family's warehouse - Mrs. Charles had proudly taken her to the warehouse to admire it, and her words were full of boasting.
Although Mrs. Charles didn't understand, her husband said that the sword hidden in the corner was the most expensive.
"Such a powerful sword, why don't you give it to Lynch?" She was still being polite at the time.
"Lin Qi has a talent as a mage, how can he do the work of a swordsman?" Mrs. Charles was very puzzled at the time. "These swords are for collection. No one will really use them in battle now."
Hedda, who had read too many adventure novels, found it a pity.
A good sword should be handed over to someone who knows how to use it. The best compliment to a good sword is when an excellent adventurer wields it to kill his way through the magical forest.
It should not be in a viewing box.
How could such a sword, which was so protected by Marquis Charles, be given to Edith so easily?
Heda leaned her arms against the back of the chair, supported her head with her hands, and tilted her head: "Did you give it to me?"
Lin Qi: “…Yes, I gave it to you.”
But isn't this just an ordinary rusty sword? The valuable one should be the ruby heavy sword given to Doreen.
"You don't know?" Heda's eyes widened at the other's shocked expression. "Ah, I see. Your parents probably didn't tell you because they were afraid that you would cry and make a fuss if you knew there was something good."
At that time, she was almost getting married and becoming the mistress of the house. Mrs. Charles told her how valuable the things were, which was a way to shift the responsibility to a certain extent - but no one expected that she would resolutely break off the engagement.
Lynch thought of his past state and coughed.
A year ago... he would indeed make a fuss until he got the sword.
"Do you regret it?" Hedda turned her head in another direction, "I gave things away without knowing anything."
If it were in the story, Lynch would now yell "Damn it", then lower his head and cover his face, shedding tears of regret.
"Why should I regret it?" Lynch thought Hedda's words were strange. He looked up in Edith's direction and curled his eyes. "She is more suitable to use it than me."
He was relieved to learn that Edith had chosen a good sword, not some random piece of junk.
He felt very happy that the gift was useful and could contribute a little to Edith's victory.
Driving range.
Edith held the sword in both hands and placed it on her shoulder, the blade flashing in Joyce's eyes.
She stared at the patterns on it, her face involuntarily moving forward, almost sticking to the protective shield.
......This is?
Celeste loosened her grip, and the wand fell into the slime, which immediately swallowed it up. But the slime did not stop flowing out, but dripped directly from her palm.
She stared at Edith with her empty left eye, and suddenly raised her hand. Green liquid suddenly rose from behind her like a tsunami. The water curtain unfolded completely, completely dividing the east and west halves.
The people sitting behind Celeste's half had their vision completely blocked, and they all stood up anxiously, pushing and shoving to the sides. Within half a minute, the stands on both sides were packed with people, and every seat was filled tightly.
Edith held her breath, trying to see with her eyes and feel the magic fluctuations emitted by the liquid with her body, trying to analyze its internal structure. The magic became clear in front of her eyes, and Edith half-closed her eyes, accurately controlling the magic to gather in front of her eyes, and gradually saw some problems from the water curtain.
It was not a complete water curtain, but like Celeste just now, a whole composed of countless tiny water droplets tightly pieced together.
There is a gap in the middle.
She suddenly loosened one hand, pulled out her wand, and a stream of water gushed out from the tip of the wand, rushing towards the water curtain without hesitation.
"Edith seems to be misaligned?"
Number One looked at the direction Edith attacked in confusion. That place was nearly five meters away from Celeste, and even if one was blind, he wouldn't aim there.
"Or is she testing something?"
Number One was finally right for once.
Edith divided the magic power in her body into two parts, one part was used to attack the water curtain by muscle memory, and the other part continued to maintain the magic coverage on her eyes. It was not easy to do two things at the same time. Edith could feel the magic power in her body rapidly draining away - but it was okay, in terms of magic reserve, she was no worse than anyone else.
Edith aimed at the gap between the water droplets, and when the water column was one meter away from Celeste, she cut off the magic power supply, quickly switched to chanting, and summoned a rapid wind. The wind rolled up before the water hit the ground, pressing the water droplets into a sharp needle shape and pushing them into the gap.
But to outsiders, the water fell to the ground before reaching the water curtain, which was just a mistake.
But in Edith's eyes, the water needles that were invisible to the naked eye directly penetrated the water curtain, not only rushed to Celeste's back, but also pushed the water droplets on both sides outwards.
The water droplets attached to the water needle broke, fell to the ground, and were quickly evaporated.
Therefore, the "water droplets" that corrode everything can essentially be seen as a densely woven cloth. A large-scale attack will quickly corrode it, just like cloth can hold larger objects; but a fine needle can directly penetrate into the gaps in the cloth, squeezing and deforming the surrounding fibers.
As long as the needles are placed densely enough, holes can be poked in the cloth, breaking the spell.
A similar approach can be used to treat Mulin.
Edith had an idea. Although the specific treatment plan still needed to be discussed, she had the initiative after understanding the principle - she could now focus on dealing with Celeste.
Celeste was also looking at Edith at this time.
She kept a close eye on the other person's movements, was amused by her overconfident attacks, and slowly moved forward while shaking her head.
The water curtain behind her also moved forward, giving a very oppressive feeling.
"What's the matter, coward? Afraid to move forward?"
She, who had always been at a disadvantage, finally raised her brows and her pale face flushed. "Oh my... I really want you to see with your own eyes how I look now."
Celeste interpreted Edith's trembling caused by her precise control of magic as fear. She admired it for a while, grinning and revealing half of her green tongue: "Fear? Beg for mercy now, I can consider being gentler--"
Edith took two steps back as she was told, but she quietly moved her hand under the gauntlet to make it easier for her to swing it later.
"I'm so scared."
She spoke expressionlessly, but her tone sounded completely sarcastic to Celeste, "I'm so scared - I'm afraid you won't hit me hard enough."
Celeste didn't expect that she could still be so stubborn. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly burst into laughter: "A declaration before death? I like it."
She clapped her hands, and the bare ground suddenly sprouted grass. Some of them quickly hooked onto the torn corners of Edith's clothes and climbed up through the hole. Edith discovered it in time and jumped up. The straight grass stems broke instantly, and the same mucus oozed out of them.
"Damn it!" Edith decisively cut off her trouser legs and got rid of the restraints before the slime seeped in. Celeste licked his lips in boredom, stretched out his hands, and pushed forward in a hugging posture. The water curtain behind him received the order and whistled forward, about to completely wrap Edith.
“Dead end!”
The time was too short, and No. 1 only had time to shout out this word before he saw the mist completely close. Amid Celeste's laughter, the mist wrapped into a ball, flashing and shrinking rapidly, squeezing the living space of the people inside.
Edith was caught in the whirlpool, and was tossed left and right by the wind. The force seemed to want to throw her to where the slime was, but Edith quickly found her balance point, suspended in the center, and quietly waited for the water curtain to approach.
Three meters, two meters, one meter!
"Game over, game over!" The observer waved his arms rapidly when he saw that something was wrong. The referee who received the news rushed to the court instantly, but was blocked by Celeste again.
With only seconds to kill Edith, would she give the referee time to rescue her? No way!
"The observers determined that Edith had lost her ability to fight!" Number One screamed, "But Celeste doesn't seem to be going to stop. She's about to kill her - ah!"
The situation on the field suddenly changed.
A crack suddenly appeared on the rapidly closing sphere, and then the crack expanded into a crack as big as a bowl. A gust of wind cut through it and rushed straight towards Celeste's face.
"What!"
Celeste looked at the wind with a little mucus in shock: "It's impossible for a spell to break through-"
"--Bang!"
The mist shattered with a sound.
Edith, holding the rusty sword tightly, appeared in the center of the venue again. Without the wind brought by the slime ball, she fell rapidly downwards, but she did not forget to swing the hilt of the sword vigorously at the last moment, pushing a fierce wind towards Celeste.
"ah!"
Celeste hurriedly mobilized the slime, but he didn't expect that the wind would split the cubic slime in the middle in an instant like cutting butter. The green liquid spread to both sides, and although there were small waves surging back, they were eventually pressed back into the slime by the continuous thrust, leaving a wide path for the wind to continue moving forward.
The wind blade moved unhindered and finally hit Celeste's incredulous face.
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