However, the instant Motley's arrow of light was fired, magic flickered in front of Maggie, and suddenly a beam of light condensed, cutting through the air and flying straight toward another beam of light.
Motley was initially taken aback by Maggie's rapid spellcasting, but then smiled dismissively, as if laughing at Maggie's lack of common sense.
The light arrows fired by an intermediate mage and those fired by a magic apprentice are not even in the same strength; if they collide, only Maggie's arrow will be destroyed.
The next second, Maggie's light arrow tore through his arrow and pierced towards Motley's neck.
"!"
Motley's expression froze on his face, but his body reacted quickly enough to turn to the side. The light arrow flew past his neck, leaving a bloody mark.
"How could you!"
Motley rolled halfway over, his once clean priest's robe now covered in dust, looking quite disheveled. The look in his eyes as he looked at Maggie was beyond mere surprise.
"...."
Maggie frowned slightly as she watched this scene. It was a huge mistake that she hadn't been able to kill him with a single blow.
She turned her head to look outside the arena. At that moment, Ford's eyes were looking in their direction. Although he couldn't hear them talking, he could see the magic she was using.
Maggie pouted, feeling a bit annoyed. She couldn't use dark magic or double chanting, how annoying.
It would take an unknown amount of time to defeat a mid-level mage using only light arrows.
"You're already a certified mage? But why..."
Motley looked puzzled, his initial disdain long gone, replaced by deep confusion.
Do you think I'd tell you?
Maggie sighed. She hated talkative people the most. Couldn't they be a little more professional if they were playing villains? It would be better if they just logged off sooner, so she wouldn't have to worry about them.
At the same time, another beam of light formed around Maggie and shot towards Motley without hesitation.
With each step she took forward, Motley was forced to retreat, looking at Maggie with terrified eyes.
Because Maggie showed no sign of stopping.
Those watching from the sidelines only saw new arrows of light constantly forming around Maggie, attacking Motley relentlessly. Motley didn't even have time to deploy defensive magic, and could only roll helplessly on the ground to dodge Maggie's attacks.
"This... Her Highness should be a formal magician now, right?"
The nuns and priests who had initially been criticizing Maggie exchanged bewildered glances, until finally someone couldn't help but speak up.
"It would have been impossible to beat Motley like that if it weren't for something else."
The other person's brow furrowed with worry, and his tone began to sound insecure.
They couldn't help but wonder if Maggie's talent was indeed fabricated, or if the Zefneria family had created this illusion to eliminate dissidents, all in order to wipe them out today.
If, as the rumors suggest, Maggie only has level 1 talent, it is absolutely impossible for her to break through and become a formal mage.
The area outside the stadium fell silent, watching this one-sided stomp, it felt like a joke.
Time ticked by, and although Motley hadn't lost yet, his body was covered in cuts from the light arrows, leaving him no chance to retaliate. Once his stamina was exhausted, he would be defeated, or rather, killed, by Maggie.
"It's been half an hour already..."
A nun outside the arena patted the person next to her tremblingly and whispered something.
"I know!"
The other person looked utterly devastated. Who could possibly have such abundant magic power? Even a formal mage, even with an 8th-level talent, couldn't possibly be able to continuously unleash light arrows for half an hour like this.
Although paladins are not considered mages, they can use some light magic to aid in combat, giving them a greater advantage than ordinary swordsmen and knights.
However, so far, only the Temple of Light has the method to train paladins; paladins are not found among other races.
They gathered outside the arena, marveling at the spectacle. Everyone was in awe.
"It feels like Her Highness is deliberately torturing people."
Those who can use magic are well aware of how important a mage's magical reserves are in battle.
"Um."
Harlan crossed his arms, looking thoughtfully at the figures on the field, and casually responded.
The paladin commander, who was always so perfect that no one could find fault with him, was actually being perfunctory with others. The paladin who was speaking to him was dumbfounded. This seemed even more surprising than the constantly magical saintess.
In reality, Maggie, who was in the center of the training field, was so annoyed that she was about to explode, and her face was so cold that it seemed to freeze through the bottom of the lake.
God knows how this guy can dodge so well. Wouldn't it be better if he just logged off obediently?
Maggie took a deep breath, an elegant smile appearing on her face. Her voice was holy and pure, yet the words she spoke sounded like a seductive whisper from the abyss.
Do you know why your sister can't compete with me?
Maggie bent down slightly, her voice soft and her tone gentle, as if she were asking Motley if he had eaten breakfast today.
"She doesn't have my status, nor my beauty. What makes her think she can compete with me? Is it her so-called genius reputation? But in the Kingdom of Saint Na, there are too many people like her. So-called genius is worthless. She will never deserve status or beauty."
She had no patience left and her words became increasingly vicious. She knew exactly what the guy in front of her hated most about her.
"Do you know? I was born nobler than her."
Maggie bent down and slowly uttered the last sentence, one word at a time. Then she smiled slightly and stood up. The air of a noble lady was ingrained in her very being, as if confirming her words, "I was born noble."
She just wanted to tear open its wounds, and then pain and hatred would fill his mind.
Blinded by emotions, he will be doomed if he reveals even the slightest flaw.
As for Motley Lynn?
Maggie didn't care what kind of person she was. Even if her methods of entering the temple were not honorable, it was not what she wanted. Since she regarded her as an enemy, she had no reason to be lenient.
After all... if she loses, she'll be sent to the guillotine, and she's not going to risk her life for a good deed.
This is a life-or-death struggle; to consider the opponent's feelings would be utterly ridiculous.
Maggie mocked his sister in a nonchalant tone, instantly making Motley's face flush red, his vision turning bloodshot as he glared angrily at Maggie.
They even overlooked why Maggie didn't chant any spells when casting her magic, and could instead speak to him slowly.
I'm going to kill you!
Despite the risk of having his thigh pierced by the light arrow, Motley suddenly stood up and actually tried to throw a punch at Maggie.
Maggie raised her eyebrows slightly, and her smiling eyes were very beautiful.
Although humans are an intelligent species, the fact that they lose their reason when provoked is something that no race can avoid, and humans are no exception.
The next second, Motley's chest was pierced by a beam of light that suddenly appeared from behind him. No one saw how it was formed or from which direction it appeared. It seemed to appear out of thin air and then quickly disappeared.
All that remained was the bloody hole in Motley's chest and his wide-open eyes.
"Don't let yourself be used as a pawn next time, that's stupid."
After Maggie finished speaking, she watched Motley's body fall, and she slowly took two steps back, but not out of chivalry or politeness.
She simply didn't want the fool's blood to stain her saintly robes.
The bloodstains on the skirt are difficult to clean, and it wouldn't be good to cause trouble for the maids.
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