Holding the white gun, she tried hard to aim and shoot at the opponent lying on the ground not far away, but the gun did not respond. At this moment, her mental state was not enough to mobilize her magic power.
As a last resort, she adjusted the magic formula on the gun again, and then took out a magazine that did not require her to inject magic power to activate it and pressed it into the gun. However, during this time, the other party seemed to have woken up slowly.
The 'round shield' on her left arm was already broken, making the girl unable to convert cards to use spells easily. She held the bare hilt of the sword and stood up again. Although she was in a mess and there were traces of blood on her body and on the ground, the girl did not give up. She still staggered and rolled with the sword, avoiding possible shooting from the opposite side, and then aimed the hilt of the sword at the opponent sitting on the ground and slashed down.
Precious magic power cannot be used lightly. At the moment the hilt of the sword was swung down, the gorgeous cold snow light stream appeared again, and then chopped off the white gun raised on the opposite side.
The rushing lightsaber swung past, then lost its magic input and became dim.
"Bang bang..." The hilt of the sword bounced slightly on the ground and then rolled to the corner.
"Class A3012, Celia wins, the competition is over." The broadcast in the training ground sounded, and then the previous isolating light shield slowly retracted, and then several medical staff rushed into the scene.
The gun-wielding girl slumped on the ground stared blankly at the sky. The gun in her hand seemed to be sprayed with a layer of silver paint, and turned pale and brittle where the lightsaber swept through it. With a slight movement, it broke into two pieces. Her lower body was also unconscious because it was swept diagonally by the lightsaber.
On the other side, the girl holding the sword was not much better off. Her arm below the left shoulder had long been lost in the shooting. She was now lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing out of her body. The only way she was still alive was through her breathing.
"Huh, the mid-year competition is showing some signs of improvement. Although Celia won with great difficulty, she finally made it into the top 32. The next competition will be in a week, and she should be able to recover by then." The classmates whispered to each other, and several of them followed the medical staff to send her to the school's Healing Garden.
Although he lost an arm, it did not seem to be a big problem in the eyes of his classmates. It can only be said that the excellent medical environment has greatly increased the intensity of combat that everyone can accept.
After watching this tense and exciting competition, the three of them slowly came back to their senses.
"This kind of competition is very similar to the style of Emenas back then." Loran Hill sighed.
As for Emenas' style back then, it was of course to fight to the death as long as the opponent could not be killed. In order to pursue victory in the tragic chaos disaster, the school's training goal is not to cultivate flowers in a greenhouse, but practical talents who can directly go to various countries to work after leaving the school. Those who can graduate within five years are basically future heroes.
However, this style has gradually changed a lot in recent years, after all, the social environment is different.
In the past, people suffered from all kinds of baptisms of life and death, monster attacks, fights between nobles, and large numbers of unattended barbaric areas where strength was respected. Now, after entering modern life, many people may never have killed a chicken in their entire lives, and are away from blood and death, so some can't stand overly brutal duels and competitions.
For this reason, the intensity of the Emenas college competition has gradually decreased. Even if the school does not have explicit requirements, students will unconsciously stop themselves, otherwise they will be isolated by their classmates for being too cruel.
"When did Alena come over?" Katie looked at the intellectual woman standing behind her belatedly. She was wearing a fashionable black and red witch costume, with glasses hanging on her nose and a rather plump figure.
Compared to the Captain Alena who liked to dress in a neutral style many years ago, she now fits the image of a witch described by Lettice. Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that Lettice is a little jealous or deliberately blackening this friend.
"Of course it's when I start explaining to you~" There was no outsider in the floor at the moment, and Alena had regained some of her former playfulness and lightness, and her voice was not as mature and steady as her clothes and appearance.
"Wow, you guys finally remembered to come and see me. I thought you witches had all forgotten about me. After all, witches are famous for having bad memories." After opening the conversation, Alena began to talk non-stop, talking about how painful and uncomfortable it was for her to establish the academy over the years. She had to do official business every day, arrange this and that, and explain things to parents who asked questions. After that, she had to seek sponsorship and find ways to get operating funds to keep the school running.
…
"Gulp gulp...ha——" After drinking the can of drink in her hand, Alena threw it into the trash can beside her, then crossed her legs and continued talking.
"Now I understand why those great masters don't accept many disciples. It's too much trouble to teach a group of children. I'm really not good at this." She said while leaning on the sofa.
"Hehehe~ How was it resolved later?" Loran Hill asked with a chuckle covering his mouth.
"At first, I wanted to call Nina over to help me. Roland knew her personality and thought she was quite suitable for teaching. That's how we got through the difficult period at the beginning. But then Nina stayed away for a while and wanted to go home to see her children and family. I couldn't stop her, so we gradually found enough teachers and finally got things running smoothly."
"Now I basically don't have to worry about these trivial matters. How can I, Alena, a great sage, a great magician, and a master of alchemy, be trapped in such mundane affairs? So I took my students to do things everywhere, and fought with other colleges or research institutions. Gradually, I gained some fame, and then sponsorships and cooperation gradually increased." As she spoke, Alena opened another can of drink, which looked like some kind of beer.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com