Just as Burvin was about to say something more, Maggie suddenly put her finger to her lips, making a 'shh' gesture. Combined with her pale gold eyes, it was as if a god was bestowing a loving gaze upon her.
"Perhaps this isn't the right place for us to discuss more important matters, is it? After the competition, the chief can come to the temple to find me."
In an instant, Burvin was unable to utter a sound.
"Now we can continue to enjoy the performance of the remaining mages."
Maggie leaned back slowly, her tone relaxed as if she were watching a theatrical performance rather than a magical duel.
"Oh, oh, yes, Your Highness."
Bourne was dazzled by Maggie's stunning beauty and immediately became as quiet as a chicken, sitting obediently in his seat.
Maggie was finally able to watch the upcoming match in peace.
...
Off the field, Susie nervously held Witt's hand, her tone nervous and cautious.
"Hey, your opponent doesn't seem to be human! He looks exactly like that powerful magician from before. Are we having some bad luck, how come we ended up in this group?"
Listening to the incessant worries around him, Victor's eyes showed helplessness, and he reached out and pressed Susie's head down.
"How little do you trust me?"
Susie wasn't much shorter than Victor, and she was even stronger, but each time she pretended to be unable to break free, feigning a fierce and unruly display of her dissatisfaction.
"Who doesn't trust you! This is called caring, caring! Don't you understand?!"
She pouted, pulled away Witt's loosened grip, and her face was full of protest.
"Alright, alright, it's my turn to go on stage. The Holy Maiden is watching from up there, so give it your all."
When Witt saw his opponent come up on stage, he immediately patted Susie on the back, signaling her to let go of him.
"Yay! Best of luck!"
Susie made a cheering gesture and stood at the closest point to the dueling arena, her eyes fixed on Vittor as he walked into the arena.
At that moment, the magic around him began to surge, transforming into a soft, luminous white light.
As a light magician, Victor was also the most outstanding student of his class at Leviathan Academy. At a young age, he was already a high-level magician with strength comparable to most magicians.
He never expected that he would be matched with one of the twins' younger brothers.
It was obvious that the people opposite him didn't care about him at all, and their eyes kept looking towards the VIP seats. After he came on stage, they didn't give him a second glance, treating him as if he were an unimportant person.
A solemn look appeared in Witt's eyes, and he gripped his staff tightly in his hand.
"Peter Witt of Leviathan Academy versus Voss Ivan of Wheelita Academy."
With the referee's signal, the battle was about to begin.
Before he could even set up a defensive barrier, the fiery red hair was already inches away, and the oncoming flames left him with almost no room to dodge.
Witt's pupils contracted sharply. He actually managed to roll over the circle of flames with his weak body and then quickly chanted an incantation to open a barrier.
"Huh?"
Voss let out a puzzled look, seemingly not expecting Witt to dodge his attack. He then showed a hint of annoyance, probably because the performance had been ruined, which displeased him.
The younger brother's temper was far worse than the older brother's, and his face immediately turned several degrees cold. He would become very unhappy if things didn't go as he expected.
Despite being a fire mage, Witt clearly felt a chill running from his feet to the top of his head.
The next second, a rain of fire descended from the sky, leaving no place to hide as far as the eye could see. The outer area was also illuminated by the firelight, faintly reflecting Ivan's arrogant and handsome face.
Moonlight-level magic is beyond the reach of ordinary mages; it requires at least the level of a mage to cast it so quickly.
Outside the arena, gasps of amazement rose and fell from the seats watching the duel. It was one thing for the older brother to be so powerful, but the younger brother was just as strong.
Unexpectedly, a dazzling white light burst forth from the flames, and holy light rose up, shutting out all the flames.
The figure inside, though covered in sweat from the heat, was unharmed and stood upright in the center of the area.
Susie, who was closest to the camera, couldn't help but jump up and cheer, her face beaming with excitement despite her nervousness.
"Witt, you're the best!"
Witt heard the girl's joyful voice, and a faint smile appeared on his dripping face.
"Tsk!"
While everyone else was marveling at Viter's abilities, Voss's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't help but unleash a power exceeding the level of magic he had used when registering for the competition.
His aura poured out, almost seeping out of the protective barrier, and could even be felt by the audience in the stands.
Amidst the towering flames, Witt's face suddenly turned pale.
He knew full well that with such power, he probably had no chance of winning. No, not that he had no chance of winning, but that he might die in the dueling arena.
The air pressure in the dueling arena gradually decreased, and even the powerful referee responsible for interrupting the match showed a look of fear. This was a situation that even he found difficult to handle.
Who would have thought that an old monster would pretend to be young and participate in a competition that only young people participate in?
Everyone held their breath, staring at the two people in the center of the arena, unable to imagine what would happen next.
until.....
That's enough.
Maggie's calm voice broke the silence in the dueling arena.
All eyes were once again focused on Maggie. Many probably didn't think that Maggie could stop this one-sided massacre by speaking up. After all, the mood of a powerful figure was unpredictable, and even if someone was killed, the temple wouldn't do anything about it.
But the next second, the towering flames seemed to be frozen in time by her words, no longer flickering at all, as if they had become a background image.
Under Maggie's watchful gaze, the flames obediently disappeared, and Voss stood still, as docile as a quail. If you looked closely at his expression, you could see that he was a little guilty.
Of course, there was also the death stare from his older brother, because he had lost his temper and caused trouble in front of everyone, and he would definitely get a lecture when he got back.
"Vos Ivan violated the tournament rules, Peter Witt wins."
Maggie firmly and forcefully declared the outcome of the duel, then gave Voss a look that only the two of them could understand.
Basically, it means don't cause trouble in her territory, and if you have any ulterior motives, you can come directly to her.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Witt suddenly showed a look of surprise, clearly not expecting that he would not only survive the current situation, but also win the game, although the circumstances were somewhat special.
Susie collapsed to the ground, her body limp, after Maggie finished pronouncing the verdict.
God knows how terrified she was just now. Within minutes, tears welled up in her eyes, and her desperate surrender was completely drowned out by the sound of the flames burning.
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