Rachel also announced Merlin's victory speechlessly. It was also the first time he saw such a scene in the first-year final exam. The number of alchemical equipment Merlin took out was too outrageous. He even used precious magic potions to replenish his magic power.
After Merlin drank the magic potion, he heard Rachel's words and dispersed the wind blade cast by the alchemical equipment. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself that it was a close call. Only half of his magic power was left. If he didn't drink some magic potion, he always felt that there was not much protection.
Alpha was carried away by the medical professor for treatment with a resentful look on his face. This was the most frustrating battle he had ever experienced. He was completely crushed to death by the power of money. How many gold coins did so many alchemical equipments cost, not to mention that he had to use magic potions to replenish his magic power in the end.
The lowest level of magic potion is level three. As a magic power that can be quickly absorbed by magicians of any attribute, although the refining materials are not precious, it takes a huge amount of time for the pharmacist to use his own magic power to refine it. It can be said that it is the potion that the pharmacist hates to refine the most.
But this kind of potion is the most in demand, and of course it is not cheap. A bottle of third-level magic potion costs one hundred gold coins.
Alpha even thought that if his junior Merlin gave him a hundred gold coins, he would start acting right away and could even customize how he was defeated and even think of a defeat posture.
Is Alpha strong? How could a student who was called a genius be weak? It was a pity that he met Merlin, a paying player.
The only thing that can deal with paying players is a wall-hanger, and it is obvious that Alpha is not a wall-hanger.
Merlin returned to the audience and hugged Fate who was watching the battle. "How was it? Did you see me fighting? Wasn't it handsome? Wasn't it awesome?"
"So cool, so cool, so cool..."
Merlin looked at Fate strangely. Fate had a dull expression on his face and his eyes were fixed on the crystal ball screen above his head. He didn't seem to notice that Merlin had returned to his side, but answered Merlin's words subconsciously.
This made Merlin feel very strange, and he looked up at the crystal screen that Fate was staring at.
Above the center of the arena, the crystal screen flashed with dazzling light, reflecting the figure of Arthur Pendragon who had just finished his exam.
Arthur Pendragon, a first-year student of the Magic Sword Department and the third prince of the Dawn Empire, was known as a natural born king. His appearance was undoubtedly the best reflection of his extraordinary temperament. He is tall and strong, with broad shoulders and back, giving people a strong sense of power. His muscles were elegant and firm, as if sculpted by the years, showing unparalleled strength and agility.
He has a handsome face with distinct features, especially his deep eyes, which seem to contain endless wisdom and determination, exuding a convincing kingly temperament.
Her golden hair shines like the sun, soft and slightly fluffy, fluttering gently in the wind. Every time he swung his sword, his hair looked like flowing golden light under the sunlight, making him look even more handsome and charming.
He was wearing a suit of silver-white armor, which emitted a faint glow under the sunlight, as if crowning him. The sunlight shone through the dome of the arena onto him, making him look extremely noble, as if a god had descended from heaven.
At this time, Mills, a sophomore student who was Arthur's opponent, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his heart filled with mixed emotions. There was a trace of helplessness and nervousness on his face, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the figure of Arthur Pendragon.
Arthur's aura was like a mountain, majestic and unclimbable, making him feel deeply insignificant. Although he tried his best in this exam, he was still unable to withstand Arthur's unparalleled momentum. This young king, like an awakened lion, exudes unparalleled majesty.
Whether it was the elegance of his swordsmanship or his determined eyes, Mills admired him immensely. Even when facing himself as the head second grader, Arthur remained calm and elegant, as if he had foreseen the victory outcome.
"He really is a natural born king." Mills admired silently in his heart, with admiration in his eyes.
Arthur not only demonstrated unparalleled strength in battle, but also exuded an attractive charm at every moment. His courage and determination inspired everyone around him, as if telling them that as long as they worked hard, they could pursue their dreams.
Although Mills was full of helplessness, he also understood that Arthur's strength did not only come from strength, but also from his noble character and care for his companions.
Arthur never looked down on any opponent and always treated everyone with sincerity, a quality that Mills admired greatly.
"Maybe I'm not strong enough, but I will try my best to catch up with him." Mills swore secretly in his heart that although he could not compete with Arthur, he was willing to learn and willing to continue to grow under the glory of this king.
At that moment, Mills understood that facing the powerful Arthur, he not only felt helpless, but also felt a deep respect and determination to follow him from the bottom of his heart. There was a determination gleam in his eyes. Although the road ahead was difficult, he was willing to pursue the dream of becoming a king.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Mills."
After the exam, the noise in the arena gradually subsided. Arthur Pendragon walked towards Mills with a gentle smile on his face, and reached out and tightly shook the hand that Mills handed over.
Mills looked at Arthur somewhat embarrassedly. Although Arthur said that he was grateful for his guidance, in fact he had been the one being guided throughout the entire battle. He held Arthur's hand tightly, feeling the power that came from the king.
"Thank you, Arthur. I know I still have a lot of shortcomings, but I feel extremely honored to be able to compete with you. I will practice hard and strive to stand by your side and fight alongside you one day."
The conversation between the two was played on the crystal screen. Merlin looked at Arthur, who was only slightly inferior to him in appearance. He had heard of this young king.
When Arthur was born, countless gods bestowed blessings on him and he became the object of competition among countless gods, who hoped that Arthur would become their messenger. Because of the blessings of these gods, Arthur was able to use the divine power bestowed by the gods. He was not a messenger, but he was nobler than any other messenger.
Merlin thought that Arthur might be the protagonist of this world, a being similar to the son of destiny or a brave man.
As the invigilator, Rachel knew that Arthur was strong, but she didn't expect him to be so strong. Even the second-grade head student Mills was no match for him. You have to know that Mills was his personal disciple.
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