"Hey, who is that girl? This is too abnormal."
Hong Fan looked at the figure in the distance who summoned the wind of light, muttered to himself, and then cast a wide-area high-level spell. Now he actually has the energy to do it again.
"This is even more terrifying than President Luo Lan," a student beside him whispered in agreement. However, they didn't stop firing arrows at each other like a drizzle. Unfortunately, under the influence of the Wind of Light, the power of these arrows was much less than before.
"Red Spider Sting Array!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, Hong Fan had to use the battle formation he had prepared before. This was originally a tactic prepared some time ago to fight against the "Black Veil", but he didn't expect to use it here now.
The 26 Natural Sequence archers formed a net-like formation. The front rows knelt on one knee, while the back rows stood, all drawing their bows but not releasing their arrows. The remaining eight Demon Sequence trainees, all former True Red Roses, stood in their rehearsed positions.
Under the joint spell of these Demon Sequence students, a red mist emerged in the air, then slowly absorbed and condensed onto the tip of the arrow, staining it with a dangerous bright red.
While this group of people were preparing, the rest of them rushed out, brandishing their nimble rapiers to fight against the remaining 'angels' of the other side, in order to delay time.
The swords clashed, and long, thin sparks streaked across the blades. These nimble swordsmen, like fluttering butterflies, constantly blocked the opponent's sight while dodging and attacking the remaining 'angels'.
Despite the blessing of the domain, several "angels" with extraordinary strength took nearly ten seconds to break through the obstruction of these people, and then a field of faint red stars appeared in front of their eyes, like the eyes of a spider staring at the enemy at night.
These special spell-enhanced poison arrows were the result of Luo Lanxier's previous research based on his own abilities. They not only possessed the ability to break through magic and armor, but also possessed a highly potent toxin. Although significantly inferior to the original, among ordinary transcendents, this set of spells could be considered exceptionally excellent and practical compared to spells of the same tier.
Crimson arrows shot out like poisonous stingers, fleeting like streams of light before piercing the bodies of the angels, sending them plummeting back into the battlefield. Though their power was less than before, the sheer number of men finally sapped the Temple Academy's might, leaving only Roland Hill alone.
Looking at the familiar faces opposite him, Loran Hill felt a little helpless.
This is really what you deserve.
But who could have predicted the current situation? She put away the scepter in her hand, and an exquisite white jade sword gradually emerged in the air. Loran Hill grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword light slashed diagonally, breaking several incoming poisonous arrows, but more crimson poisonous arrows streaked across the night sky and fell towards her.
It seems that she has to admit defeat this time. The girl realized that although she can still hold on for a while, the flag behind her is extremely fragile and it is probably difficult to preserve it in the rain of arrows.
But something unexpected happened.
Several dark blue beams of light shot out from the rear, shattering the crimson rain of arrows and directly attacking the enemy formation. In an instant, more than a dozen students from the city were forced to retreat under the concentrated shooting.
The girl looked back in surprise, seeing a ragged young man struggling to his feet from the rubble. His fingers were pale from clutching his staff, his joints gnarled. This was none other than the current High Tower Chief, Jack. Due to the sudden attack from the Walled City Academy, several 'angels' had rushed back to assist without a second thought. The Chief, protected by his companions, had narrowly escaped.
After the girl put away her staff, the field dissipated and the golems present could use it again, which led to the volley just now.
Was this a sign of a joint effort? The golem didn't attack the empty and fragile Temple banner, but instead turned toward the Walled City students. The hidden meaning conveyed by this made the girl speculate.
But upon closer thought, this is indeed the lesser of two evils. If Loran Hill withdraws, Jack will definitely lose facing so many students from the Walled City alone, so it is better to rescue her first to consume the opponent's strength.
So the girl took out the winged scepter again, waved it gently, and a pure wind of light rushed towards the opposite position.
This time she did not expand her domain, but she still weakened the opponent's strength.
On Hongfan's side, seeing Jack stand up, they also changed the target of their fire, giving priority to attacking the only remaining mage on the field.
However, some of the rain of arrows was neutralized by the golem's beam, while others were blocked by Roland Hill's light prism. The two men on the field supported each other, and with Roland Hill weakening them, the Red Sail group could only barely reach Sequence 5 strength.
The 100-plus golems within the field continuously launched beams of light, reducing the number of the enemy until they finally dispersed and dodged. The silver-haired girl then hurled the Sealing Sword of Light, immobilizing the few remaining soldiers, who were then targeted by the golems' concentrated fire.
As a result, there were only two contestants left in the field, and at the same time, the sky was getting light.
A faint white appeared in the distant sky, and the rest of the sky also appeared a light red.
Jack and Loran Hill agreed to a brief truce to clean up the battlefield and remove and treat the injured students.
It's really not easy. The silver-haired girl sat on the broken stones in the ruins, watching the medical staff coming and going, carrying away contestants one by one for treatment, and some pedestrians began to appear on the street.
After hearing about the fierce battle last night, students from other colleges also arrived slowly, looking at the devastated scene with surprise and curiosity.
"It's only been one night, how come it's completely different from yesterday afternoon?" Many people sighed.
"You don't know, yesterday I was sleeping until midnight when I heard a series of explosions outside the dormitory, lighting up the night sky like daylight. If it weren't for the dormitory management's restrictions, I would have crawled out to see it."
"This competition is truly extraordinary. I don't remember previous competitions being this intense. It's like a war. I think the students who were seriously injured will need months to recover. I've never seen anything like this before."
"Hey, wasn't it like this before? I thought every year was so exciting." asked a student who just entered the second grade.
"How is that possible? Before, there were all kinds of rules and balance restrictions, as well as teachers to supervise us. It's nothing like this time, where someone was almost killed." A senior student shook his head, looking at the bloodstains dragged out from the rubble, and said with lingering fear.
“But it’s really exciting. If I become a senior in the future, I would also like to sign up,” said a bold freshman.
"Except at school, where else can you let go and fight so easily?"
"But this is just 'practice'. The real battlefield will not be so gentle." A student from Qiaodun College seemed to have a sense of this.
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