Chapter 210 Genius and Mediocrity

Facing Arthur's powerful leap, Mike calmly extended his wand and pointed it at the ground below him. In less than a second, he finished chanting the fire spell.

Then, a red ball suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand, landed on the ground and exploded violently, with large streams of flames and smoke rising into the sky. At

this time, Arthur's heavy chop also arrived.

Arthur held up a long sword with a red glow, and went into the flames from top to bottom, colliding with the shock wave and high temperature of the fireball explosion.

But under the protection of the shield, Arthur continued to chop Mike's original position with a sword as if nothing had happened.

Arthur's attack was extremely powerful, and the red glow seemed to have some kind of extraordinary power. The moment it landed, the red glow exploded violently, shaking the stone floor around the sword into rubble.

However, Arthur, who succeeded in the fire, frowned.

His sword just now was empty!

At this time, Mike, who was squatting on the ground not far away, was slowly standing up and using his magic perception ability to observe the scene in the smoke.

In front of him was a nearly broken translucent shield.

As Mike stood up, the cracked shield seemed to have reached its limit and turned into pieces that dissipated in the air.

Mike, who saw the scene in the smoke through his magic perception ability, licked his lips lightly. The power of Arthur's sword just now was far beyond his expectations. If he was hit directly, he would probably be in great danger.

Fortunately, he had made a response strategy at the first time.

Use a low-powered fire spell to blow himself away.

Because of the existence of the armor protection spell automatically triggered by the duel champion badge, Mike not only relied on the shock wave of the explosion to escape, but also remained unscathed.

"Tsk, just good luck!" Vesemir, who was watching the battle, curled his lips and said, "Arthur can use the same slash as before countless times. Your genius student is doomed to lose!"

Faced with Vesemir's ridicule, Professor Flitwick surprisingly did not reply, but just looked at the two people on the field nervously.

Judging from the current situation, it will be difficult for Mike to win.

Although the opponent uses melee weapons, his physical fitness is far beyond the limit of the human body. He rushed to Mike's side within a few seconds from the distance of 50 meters just now. Wizards have always been fragile. As a long-range fragile, he can be easily approached by a melee swordsman, so the result is self-evident.

But Mike on the training ground didn't think so at the moment.

Just now, he was just relying on the protection of the duel champion badge, so he was testing the opponent's ability.

Now Mike has a certain understanding of Arthur's attack methods and abilities, so it's his turn to fight back.

Mike took advantage of the smoke and Arthur's vision being slightly blocked to wave his wand. A crimson spell was suddenly thrown out and pierced straight into the thick smoke.

That's not all. Mike didn't stop casting after throwing out the spell. After brewing for a while, a dark purple fireball the size of a fingernail also came out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and piercing into the other corner of the thick smoke.

After doing all this, Mike stepped on his feet and retreated quickly. He put on two layers of armor to protect himself while running, and then turned his head slightly to look at the smoke.

Compared with Mike, Arthur was much more uncomfortable at the moment.

His pair of golden snake-eye eyes did have the effect of breaking invisibility, and his vision was much better than that of ordinary people. But this did not mean that he could see through things. The thick black smoke around him still affected his vision.

This also led to him not discovering Mike's attack in the first time.

By the time he discovered it, the crimson spell had already appeared in front of him.

At such a close distance, even if his physical fitness was abnormal, he could not completely dodge. He could only slightly adjust his standing posture and twist his body to avoid the vital points as much as possible, because he was not sure whether the Quinn shield on his body could still withstand the spell. After all, it had been hit by too many skills since it was released.

In fact, his guess was completely correct.

Because Mike's crimson wand was not an ordinary attack spell, but a combination spell of two crushing spells combined together.

Although this combination method was very simple, let alone one plus one equals three, equal to two is already very good. But this is Mike's crushing spell. With Mike's current magic level and mastered spell casting skills, a single crushing spell can easily smash the boulder, let alone the two-in-one version.

The moment the red light came into contact with the shield, a small hole was broken in the shield, and it hit Arthur's shoulder directly, causing a deep and horrible wound on his left shoulder.

And this is when Arthur's skin has a strong resistance to this kind of pure magic spell. If it were an ordinary person, even half of him would be blown to pieces.

Arthur in the shield cried out in pain, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

But before he could react more, Mike's hidden real killer move arrived.

A miniature fireball flew strangely in the air, drew a beautiful arc and hit Arthur's back.

In an instant, a large amount of flames that were not proportional to its size burst out from the miniature fireball and directly wrapped the circular shield around Arthur.

And these flames are different from ordinary flames.

Under the control of Mike's mental power, these flames frantically drilled into the gap created by the previous crushing spell, trying to directly attack Arthur in the shield.

All this happened in just a few seconds, and Arthur's attention was on the crushing spell that attacked from the front before, and he didn't pay attention to the small fireball behind him, so in an instant his whole body was tightly wrapped by flames.

At this moment, the shield that originally protected Arthur from attack has become his grave. Under the circular shield, the temperature of the flame inside cannot be dissipated at all. In order to ensure that the user is not suffocated, these shields do not isolate the air.

As a result, the flame inside the shield became more and more intense, and the temperature became higher and higher.

"Ah!"

Arthur, who was suddenly hit hard, instinctively let out a shrill scream, which scared Vesemir who was still mocking Flitwick.

You know, Arthur is a child with a strong character. In the past, he had never seen Arthur complain even in the hard and tiring training, and he never shed a tear even when he was seriously injured.

Now, he actually let out such a scream!

Vesemir, who thought it was not good, grabbed Flitwick, who was next to him, and shouted: "No more competition! No more competition! You won! End the game! Something must have happened to Arthur! Save him!"

However, Flitwick, who was grabbed by the collar, did not move at all, but just stared at the faint fire in the thick smoke.

Seeing this, Vesemir gritted his teeth and took out his wand. Although he could not release any strong magic now due to his previous injuries, he would save Arthur even if he risked his life.

'Arthur is a good boy, he can't die here! He can't die here because of my pitiful selfishness! '

Thinking of this, Vesemir stretched out his wand and pointed it at the thick smoke.

"Wait."

I don't know when the wand appeared in Professor Flitwick's hand. He just flicked it lightly and threw a disarming spell to knock the wand out of Vesemir's hand.

"What do you mean by this!" Vesemir stared at Flitwick blankly, his eyes burning with rage. But as if he suddenly thought of something, Vesemir's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Flitwick in a pleading tone: "I beg you, save Arthur!

I admit that you won! I am a waste, a maggot that wastes food! So... go and save people!"

Professor Flitwick was about to say something, but a faint but clear voice suddenly came from the thick smoke in the training ground.

"I'm fine, teacher."

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the burnt and bumpy ground inside, and Arthur, who was standing in the scorched earth and had been burned beyond recognition.

"Don't be so humble. I respect you. I am the child you picked up and raised. In my opinion, you are more like my father." Arthur said softly, "I am just an ordinary person without any outstanding talent. But you did not despise me. You took me with you, taught me swordsmanship, and gave me strength."

Arthur coughed violently, and large streams of sticky black mucus kept gushing out of his mouth. Until the last cough was no longer mucus, but bright red blood, which was shocking. At this

moment, almost all of Arthur's skin was severely burned, especially his right hand holding the silver sword. The metal hilt had melted into his palm.

His left arm was not feeling well either. Mike's crushing spell almost broke his entire arm. Now it was burned by the flames. There was no blood left, but the exposed bones had been burned to charcoal.

Arthur, who had been coughing for a long time, finally felt better. He dragged the red-hot silver sword step by step towards Mike in the distance. The long sword was dragged on the stone floor and slid, making a harsh friction sound.

In this shocking scene, Arthur spoke again: "So! I will definitely realize your ideal! Prove to the world! This world is fair! As long as you work hard, mediocre people can surpass geniuses!"

After that, Arthur suddenly quickened his pace and rushed towards Mike.

The burnt wounds on his body kept breaking open due to too many movements, revealing the flesh and blood inside. Large streams of blood gushed out, and as he charged, a terrifying blood mark was left along the way.

Vesemir, who was standing aside, had already collapsed on the ground and cried.

Mike, who was still on the training ground, sneered.

Can a hard-working mediocre person defeat a genius?

What if a genius is also very hard-working, or even more hardworking than you?

Mike raised his wand and aimed it at Arthur who was charging at him.

He had seen the situation in the smoke clearly with his magical perception. He could have killed Arthur again the moment Arthur was burned by the flames.

But he didn't do that because it was just a competition.

However, Arthur was so stubborn now that he would not turn back until he hit the wall. Then Mike didn't need to hold back.

A purple fireball quietly appeared on the tip of Mike's staff and expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the fireball expanded, the temperature in the closed training ground also slowly increased. This made Vesemir stop crying and shook Flitwick beside him, begging him to save Arthur.

Arthur couldn't avoid the fireball at all in his current physical condition, and being hit by such a terrifying fireball would have only one consequence, and that was death!

"Some people are born in the mire but long to reach the legendary civilized capital of Rome one day, but some people are born directly in Rome! Therefore, there is no so-called fairness in this world." Mike said slowly, holding the magic wand, and the huge fireball on the tip of his wand had been fully charged. "Give up, you are just a useless dying struggle!"

"Give up? That means accepting fate to me. And I will never succumb to that shitty fate!"

Arthur, covered in blood, shouted out his motto loudly, and his speed not only did not slow down, but even increased by a few points.

Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated, shook his head and shot the fireball.

The purple fireball the size of a bathtub carried the sound of breaking wind and hit Arthur who was charging at an astonishing speed.

Flitwick's pupils shrank, and he grabbed Vesemir, who was as pale as death, and shouted at the same time: "Lolo!"

As soon as the voice fell, the house elf Lolo appeared on Arthur's shoulder and hugged Arthur's bloody head.

"Apparition!"

"Snap!"

The sound of snapping fingers and the sound of the spell overlapped. The elves of each family released the Apparition spell almost at the same time, taking Arthur and his apprentice out of the training room.

And in the next moment, the huge purple fireball slammed to the ground.

A strange scene happened. The fireball that was in close contact with the ground did not explode immediately, but suddenly expanded by three points, and then quickly collapsed into a small black dot. A dazzling white light flashed from the origin, and finally burst out with amazing heat and air waves.

The whole training room was shaking violently. The anti-magic stone slabs on the ceiling kept falling down, and some even hit Mike below, but were blocked by the Armor Protection Spell.

Mike, who was protected by the Armor Protection Spell, was not afraid of these aftermaths. The heat from the explosion hit him from a distance, but could not hurt him at all. It could only blow his wizard robes and blow his long blond hair.

Looking at the nearly collapsed training room, Mike turned around and left without caring about the fire that was still raging not far away.

He even closed the door.