Chapter 72 The whole audience was silent.
"What do you want to say?" Langman suppressed the strangeness in his heart, tried to move to the side, and wanted to stand up by supporting himself on the ground, but was stepped on by Edith again.
Langman: “…”
He was already starting to get angry.
"I don't think it's fair. We all learn the same things, so we should compete in the same things." Edith said calmly, "You are very good at this kind of circle spell, but you still rely on Louisa's spell to win the competition. I guess this is not your wish. Who asked you to do this?"
Langman was silent.
Who else could it be? The family urgently needed to show the power of Louisa to the outside world and highlight the uniqueness of their own bloodline, so they had to establish a distinctive brand.
He is this brand, and all his victories and successes must and can only be attributed to the legacy of Louisa Giles.
"The league doesn't require you to use only what you were taught in school." He shook himself out of his depressed mood and said calmly, "Put your feet up, and let's play a fair game."
Edith's foot was still on his back, motionless.
Langman smelled a burning smell, raised his head slightly, and his pupils contracted violently: Edith was burning the walls of the igloo!
no!
He raised his wand and quickly cast a freezing spell to fill the hole, and took the opportunity to shake the man off his back and stand up straight.
A powerful force suddenly erupted, strangling Langman's neck from behind. Edith clasped her hands, squatted down, pressed his head down, and pressed it on her legs.
"So, you really can't win the game without the ancient spell?" For some reason, the girl's voice had a hint of laughter, and she increased the strength in her hands.
Langman's face gradually turned purple, but he didn't take any action. Instead, he forced his hand into Edith's fingers, leaving himself some breathing space.
The best thing to do now is to delay.
Langman was angry about his current situation. Not only was he angry about what Edith said, but he was even more angry at himself for lingering on. Now, when he couldn't take the initiative to attack and Edith kept humiliating him, the best way he could think of was to drag it out!
It's okay, as long as I win. Langman comforted himself in this way - as long as he could drag it out until half an hour, according to the usual calculation method, the number of effective spells he used would definitely be more than Edith's, and the referee would declare him the winner.
Edith quietly watched the other person's changing expression, raised an eyebrow, and felt that things were almost done.
She shifted her arms, letting her hands, which were originally under the opponent's chin, move to the right, and clamped Langman's neck with her left upper arm and forearm. She pressed down with her left hand, then suddenly released her right hand and pressed against the wall behind her.
The flames burned again.
We have to hold Edith back and don't let her leave here!
With the experience of the previous two times, Langman subconsciously stretched out his wand and chanted the freezing spell loudly. A vortex gathered at the tip of his wand, carrying fine ice chips, curling towards him.
Edith suddenly loosened her left hand.
Everything happened in an instant.
Before Langman understood what the other party was doing, he saw a protective shield with a light blue light being erected on the spot. Edith was completely wrapped inside, with no intention of leaving.
What, I was just repairing, not attacking—
"boom--"
The gushing heat surged and enveloped his face. He turned his head towards the sound and was burned by a golden glow. The pain and blindness happened almost at the same time. He screamed and quickly retreated.
But the space in the igloo is too small.
Langman's speed was completely outmatched by the residual force of the explosion, and he was thrown against the wall by the impact. The flames instantly melted the surface of the wall, and Langman was soaked in the flowing water. There was scorching heat in front of him, but icy cold behind him.
He soon discovered the disadvantages of this - the dripping water droplets quickly refreezed due to the constant cold air coming from the walls, and the melted and frozen ice stuck to his clothes and exposed skin, trapping him in place.
The icicles hanging on the roof were hit by the air currents and fell down, hitting his head with a clanging sound. Some of the sharp parts cut his ears. Warm and sticky liquid flowed out of his ears, across his cheeks, and stained the corners of Langman's lips, leaving a strong taste of blood in his mouth.
How could this happen... I was clearly using a freezing spell, so why did flames burst out...
His vision was blurry, and a buzzing sound filled his ears. It was not the pain that caused his mind to go blank, but the helplessness.
He couldn't figure out what was going on.
In the firelight, a blurry black figure slowly approached.
…
"It has been 11 minutes since Edith was dragged into the vine cage." Number One watched the minute hand of the clock move one notch, and told the time in a barely steady voice.
It only took 11 minutes for the audience sitting around to go from being relaxed and happy to gradually quieting down and then to being restless.
"Damn it, has Langman's competition lasted this long before?" The friend complained, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, "Why is there no movement at all?"
Although everyone defines Langman as "deciding the outcome within ten minutes" after entering the cage, if we summarize his previous duels, we can find that the average winning time is about 5 minutes. From now on, with every extra minute of fighting, Langman's injuries will increase exponentially.
It's been 11 minutes.
"The problem is not the time, but the sound." The boy who held Edith had a serious look on his face. "The ancient spells of the Giles family always made a lot of noise. Why is it so quiet now—"
"boom--"
His words were interrupted by a sudden explosion. The people sitting in the stands were caught off guard and were all startled by the noise.
"sky!"
"what happened?"
"Where's the observer? Please check if there's any danger to life inside!"
The boy calmed down and looked up. Wisps of black smoke were coming out of the cracks in the tight vine cage.
There had apparently been an explosion inside.
"I'm going to die! Just when I said there would be no sound, a big one came!"
Number One was also startled. Before he could sort out his thoughts, Number Two rushed forward at lightning speed and grabbed his microphone: "Okay! As you can see, 17 minutes after the start of the game, the situation finally changed!"
"It looks like a student used a blasting spell, but the sound of a normal blasting spell wouldn't be so dull, and the smell would be more pungent. So it seems that this spell must be the ancient blasting spell cast by Langman."
"Mr. Giles has the upper hand for now!"
"Huh, I thought so. It turns out it's just a temporary stalemate." The friend breathed a sigh of relief. "The fight has finally started."
The other boy remained silent at this time.
Langman was clearly not proficient in his own blasting skills, so why would he use such uncertain magic in such an important competition?
......
Langman closed his eyes, slowly felt the change in temperature around him, and instantly grabbed the person in front of him. Using Edith's body as support, he tore himself off the wall.
The school robe was torn off from his body with a rustling sound, and some flesh was taken off the sticky skin. Langman said nothing, and with his bloody arm hanging, he pulled out the spare wand from the folds of his clothes.
The one that was originally held in the hand has now fallen somewhere and become nutrients for the flame.
Holding the wand back in his hand, Langman regained his confidence.
Fortunately, I was injured in the cage and the observers outside could not see it. Otherwise, given my brief fainting state, I would definitely be judged as having lost my combat ability and be labeled a loser.
He confronted Edith, his eyes full of vigilance: "...Why were you able to deploy the shield in advance?"
It was a stupid question, he knew, but it had indeed been bothering him for a long time.
"Guess?" Edith raised her eyebrows, then waved her wand and chanted aloud.
It's Louisa's freezing spell!
Langman crossed his arm, and a vine as thick as a calf shot up from the ground. The splashed mud fell on the corners of his clothes and melted into spots that looked like blood.
The vines broke through the thick smoke and blocked the way in front of them, but were completely devoured by the roaring flames.
The flames slid down the tip of Edith's staff.
Langman's eyes widened, and he looked at Edith's hand in disbelief: "Why!"
He is the heir of the Giles family and the wizard who knows most of Louisa's spells in the world. He couldn't have heard it wrong - what Edith just cast was clearly the freezing spell!
Why did it become a blasting spell?
He was obviously panicking, and the vines began to stir collectively like green snakes, shooting straight at Edith's torso from all directions, weaving a dense web.
The thin branches twitched and wrapped around Edith's hand holding the wand, shaking rapidly, trying to get through the gaps between her fingers and throw the wand to the ground.
Edith cast the freezing spell again, and this time sharp ice spikes emerged from the ground like vegetation, blooming in all directions like flowers, piercing through most of the vines. The broken green branches began to boil, spurting out green juice. Langman, who tried his best to channel magic power and had no time to dodge, was sprayed all over. The sticky juice and the salty smell of dried blood intertwined and dripped onto the back of his feet, giving him the illusion of bleeding.
I can't lose any more blood!
In a panic, he saw a fist-sized light spot gathering in front of Edith. Flickering purple spots of light shot out from all directions, bringing with them a sweet fragrance.
Relying on his familiarity with his own spells, Langman quickly figured out that the opponent was using a hypnosis technique called Gensokyo. Although he didn't know why the opponent would use such a superfluous move at the decisive stage, Langman still subconsciously fought back.
The shield could not block the illusion spells, and he had no ability to escape. The only thing he could do at this time was to release Gensokyo as well, betting that he was more proficient and could push away the opponent's magic light ball.
He twirled the wand around his fingertips, and dark purple light gushed out from the top, gathering into thin lines that, like plant roots craving for water, crawled up his exposed arm and drilled into the unhealed wound.
Langman felt an irresistible drowsiness, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and the last thing he felt was Edith's movement forward.
He fell into a deep sleep.
......
"It's been 25 minutes. If the two don't decide the winner, the referee will forcibly declare the game over in five minutes!" Number One's voice also became tense.
The vine cage had been shaking violently since the beginning. Although the inside could not be seen clearly, it was clear how fierce the battle inside was.
"Goddess, please." Heda tightly grasped the church badge, closed her eyes, and didn't even have the courage to look. "Goddess, please bless Edith to return safely."
Fighting on someone else's home turf, she could imagine with her heels how difficult it was for Edith.
Bell stretched out his arms and half-huggled her into his arms: "It's okay. Winning or losing is another matter. Langman is not an evil person and would not do anything to kill someone."
Although she said that, her eyes were fixed on the direction of the vine cage, not missing even a moment of movement.
No one knows what Edith and Langman went through in there.
The vine cage gradually stopped.
Everyone held their breath.
The only sound left in the entire arena was the ticking of the clock hands.
Tick, tick, tick...
Suddenly, the entangled vine cage showed signs of loosening.
The green branches began to wriggle, as if they were in great pain.
With a pop, a small crack appeared on the left side of the cage, and the vines pulled back like waves, revealing Langman's flaxen hair.
Two seconds later, Edith's golden hair appeared on the left. The girl held the unconscious boy in one hand and strode forward surrounded by the retreating branches.
Langman was limp, with his feet hanging limply on the ground, rubbing against the ground and leaving two bloody trails.
The whole audience was silent.
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