Chapter 137 Necessary Killing
On the way, Duncan also saw the mages who had been flying in the air being hunted down by bird-like monsters on the tree branches.
Raofen also wanted to at least lay their bodies down and give them some dignity.
Duncan, on the other hand, was experienced and knew that the corpse had been enchanted and would be attacked by monsters once it was removed.
The Magic Association places great importance on the Level 1 Magician exam, making it exceptionally difficult.
For Duncan, his main role was simply to serve as a symbol of authority. No matter how powerful a magician was, if he couldn't control people's hearts, he was nothing more than a powerless weakling.
He had witnessed far too many mages stronger than himself suffer disgrace, persecution, and revenge...
Powerful forces inspire fear, and the authority derived from fear is ultimately short-lived. Moreover, magic is by no means something sublime.
Richter also joked:
"I see. So, you're just the right amount of weak."
Duncan laughed and said, "Pretty boastful, kid. But I could beat him with my eyes closed."
Duncan later discovered that the puddles they found had been infused with a very faint amount of magic, but the meteorite bird could sense it...
This was clearly premeditated, and they concealed their magic, making them very difficult to find.
Duncan understood that they couldn't find a mage who genuinely wanted to hide their magic, so they had to wait.
Even the most skilled mage cannot conceal the instantaneous fluctuations that occur when casting magic.
The instant Fou used her "Bird-Catching Magic," Old Deng opened his eyes; he sensed it...
(Isn't winning people's hearts another kind of magic?)
(Powerful old Deng, doge's head for protection)
(The more cunning one is, the more one discovers that there are limits to being a magician.)
(This statement only doesn't apply to the Grandmaster and the Old Master Deng. For everyone else, it certainly makes a lot of sense.)
(Richter is already considered a strong player, but it's clear that he's inferior to Duncan in most aspects, which shows Duncan's true strength.)
...
The world of Frilian.
Duncan, praised by the comments on the screen, naturally became a favorite among Italians. After all, although the comments were sometimes unserious, most of the time the information they conveyed was accurate.
Many people believe this is a miracle of God, and that similar people exist in every world.
Although Duncan did find it troublesome, the fact that he was matched up against Frilian made him wonder if his old bones could hold up...
The scene continues.
Meanwhile, Frillie sensed that someone had discovered them and quickly left...
brush!
Laofen (the girl with the orange bun) instantly appeared in front of Frillie and the others.
Frillie said helplessly:
"It seems it's too late to escape now."
And another battlefield.
"Petal Tempering Magic!"
The tempered petal grazed Lant's (the bespectacled guy) cheek, leaving a bloody mark, but he still looked at Shelfer calmly, and casually adjusted his glasses.
"Rock-to-bullet magic!"
Countless pebbles floated in the air, then crashed down on Philon like cannonballs.
However, it was another instantaneous defense, followed by a dense barrage of basic attack magic beams attacking in all directions.
"Simple, clean, and without any flaws, the fighting style is extremely ancient, it feels like fighting my grandfather."
In response, Ereshkigal asked why she only used basic attack and defense magic, wondering if she was hiding some trump card.
Philen was also outspoken, saying that this was her teacher's policy. Ms. Frilian had told her that basic magic was enough to deal with the mages of this era.
Upon hearing this, Eresh felt underestimated, and then a dense barrage of shrapnel missiles rained down on Philon.
After the smoke cleared, looking at the unharmed Philon, Ereshkigal felt something was off, as if she were fighting against a skilled mage.
However, with her fighting style, she would be easily killed by Viabel.
Philon was puzzled. If only magical power was considered, she should have been the strongest in junior high.
Ereshkigal bluntly commented that Viabel was a squad leader in the Northern Magic Force, having fought against the remnants of the Demon King's faction for many years.
With extensive combat experience, he usually resorts to unscrupulous and despicable magic to achieve victory, and the girl he's fighting is probably going to die.
Philon seems quite calm, is that right?
(Old man's ancient fighting style, lol)
(Highlight the magician from "This Era")
(The feeling of Mr. Zhu fighting with his grandfather, covering his face and laughing and crying)
(There's a certain kind of beauty in the sight of an old man in the park playing ping pong with a dry, rubber-free paddle, yet still managing to push all the balls past him, hahaha)
(The simplest way is the best. What does it matter if it's just ordinary attack and defense magic? As long as it's strong enough, lol)
(You two actually started chatting, lol)
...
One-Punch Man World.
Genos agreed with what the comments said; he knew very well that Saitama's physical strength was at its peak.
He could easily defeat most monsters with a single punch, but he's far from that level. His punches may look flashy, but their power is nowhere near that of Saitama.
"Once I have the new equipment, I can try to challenge Saitama and see how far I am from him," Genos thought to himself.
Saitama, who was sitting next to me playing a game, sneezed. He had a feeling that someone was thinking about him because of some trouble...
The scene continues.
On the other hand, the battle was not going as smoothly as Ereshkigal had described.
Yubel's invisible slashing magic forced Viabel to deploy a defensive shield and retreat repeatedly, causing the trees on the side to fall one by one.
However, Viabel also estimated that Yubel's object-cutting magic had a range of about 5 meters. Although he couldn't completely block it, he wasn't without ways to subdue her...
Meanwhile, Philon remained calm and still when he heard that his teammates might be in danger.
Then, a barrage of basic attack spells rained down on Ereshkigal. Ereshkigal, watching Philon increase in quantity and speed like a machine gun, felt like she had encountered a lunatic.
This attack is utterly lacking in sportsmanship!
boom!!
Under the overwhelming firepower, Ereshkigal was eventually overwhelmed and engulfed by the dense light...
"The magic of the gaze."
A faint blue light flashed in Viabel's pupils. Yubel was instantly bound, unable to move or use magic.
However, she also discovered a flaw in his magic when Viabel asked him to give her the meteor bird: the magic required a complete field of vision to cover the caster's entire body.
Viabel also realized that Yubel was similar to those people on the battlefield who took pleasure in killing.
Viabel naturally saw through Yubel's tactic of stalling for time, but he still told her about his situation on the northern border, since it was rare to find someone like him who could understand him.
Sending women and children to the battlefield was a common occurrence; such wars were like hell...
She said that magic and human nature are similar, and his binding magic was like hesitating before killing someone.
Even though his hands were stained with blood, he still wanted to retain his humanity, which she found somewhat ridiculous.
Viabel does not deny that he may hesitate or feel fear, but when the time comes to kill, he will not hesitate.
"Ghana, little girl."
Just as the spell was about to be cast, Philon's wand was pointed at his head from beside him.
Viabel also understood that Ellie had lost, and what was with the person who approached without her noticing her presence at all?
Viabel also marveled that no one could completely hide their magic, but he was more curious about Ereshkigal's situation.
"I killed her."
Viabel's expression darkened upon hearing Philon's calm and unwavering reply.
They've already lost; of the two qualifying conditions, one can no longer be met.
He then released the binding spell, turned and left. Sensing that Yubel still wanted to fight, he reminded her not to let him turn the unnecessary act of killing her into a necessary one...
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Chapter 138 Grandmaster Serie
Meanwhile, Glasses-wearing Glenn also took care of Shelford.
"Petal Tempering Magic" is indeed impressive, easily penetrating the gaps in defensive magic, but for self-taught magicians like Shelfer, the foundation is often weak.
Taking advantage of Shelford's weak magical detection ability, Lant circled around behind him and knocked him down with an electric shock.
Shelford couldn't believe it either; he had been attacking Lant's phantoms the whole time.
Lant corrected him, saying that it had a physical form, or more accurately, an avatar, and that from the very first exam onwards, it was always an avatar that appeared… In short, it emphasized stability.
Senior brother, oh senior brother.
"This kid's not bad."
Li Changshou praised him, saying that he seemed to have inherited some of the true skills and was quite steady. This clone was similar to his paper-cutting technique of creating human figures.
He could tell that it was still a clone that ultimately defeated Shelford.
The saying goes, "There are three thousand great paths, but they all lead to the same destination." That's quite true. Li Changshou didn't want to seek "peace" or "stability" with him.
"That stinky woman, she doesn't even blink when she lies."
Viabel woke up Ereshkigal, who was lying in the deep pit, and heard that Philon had suppressed Ereshkigal and caused such great damage with just ordinary offensive magic.
That woman is a monster too...
Then, carrying Ereshkigal, who had exhausted her magic, she went to find Shelfe, hoping that Shelfe could lend a hand...
Seeing Sherford lying in the flower field, paralyzed by electricity, Viabel knew that the heavy burden would fall on her shoulders. So, carrying Ereshkigal on her back with one hand and dragging Sherford forward with her wand in the other, she moved forward.
Perhaps because all three of them had almost exhausted their magic power, they encountered an unsuspecting meteor bird, which then vanished in an instant.
"What a joke! All my previous hardships were nothing compared to this. Luck came way too late."
Viabel watched as he easily captured the meteorite bird with his "Gaze Binding Magic" in an instant, and he was speechless. What was the point of all that hard-fought fight between them?
The meteorite bird rolled its beady eyes around, then let out a clear chirp, indicating, "I don't know either!"
(My luck has finally turned around!)
(Actually, all three of them, including Viabel, are very strong, but this matchmaking system is comparable to Nakime from Demon Slayer. They were just a little bit short of winning, lol.)
(The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers.)
(Bird: Is this part of your play?)
...
Demon Slayer: World of Demons.
Nakime, holding her biwa, was puzzled. What was wrong with her matchmaking system? Wait, what was she being matched with?
Muzan and the other demons didn't care. After all, although Nakime's abilities were special, she wasn't an Upper Moon demon, so they didn't really care. Besides, what difference would it make if she was matched with anyone?
They didn't believe she could specifically match someone to kill them...
The video continues to play.
Meanwhile, on Frilian's side...
Laofen used high-speed teleportation magic to steal Frillie's birdcage, and Duncan knew that this magic would lose its effect after being used once in front of Frillie.
But once is enough; they're not going to fight each other.
After Raofen took the cage containing the meteorite bird, he went into hiding, while Duncan and Richter came out to confront Frilian and the others.
Duncan knew very well that Raofin was too young and had left too many traces of magic; if he didn't stop Frilian, she would be caught up with very soon.
There are still three hours left in the exam; I can just use the remaining time to stall for time...
The middle-aged man, Richter, stated that the battle would end once he killed one of the brats around Frillian; in short, the advantage lay with them!
However, Duncan said that knocking them out would suffice, as a first-level mage was not worth risking lives for.
Fufu agreed, since being a Level 1 Magician was just a title.
Richter found it hard to believe that she had come to take the exam without knowing about "privileges"?
Fufu: Privilege?
She suddenly appeared on the historical stage half a century ago, reigning supreme among human magicians. She was the founder of the Continental Magic Association and the Great Magician, Celia.
Frillie was startled, and the image of that elf with its domineering posture, long golden hair, and indifferent eyes flashed through her mind.
She promised to grant those who ascended to the rank of First-Class Mage a "privilege"—the ability to bestow upon them the magic they desired.
Celia possesses almost all the magic in human history. She is a living grimoire and the mage in the world who is closest to being a full-time omnipotent goddess.
For mages, this is no different from making a wish, which is why level one mages are now as strong as monsters.
"Utterly stupid"
Richter sighed helplessly. He was one of the few who didn't care about privileges. If he could hold Frilian off for even a minute, he could kill both girls.
The old man stuck to his decision, saying that they only needed to sleep for three hours, and that he could finally defeat Frillie.
Richter looked at the stubborn old man and felt that he was getting senile, but he had no choice but to agree.
"Earth Control Magic."
As Richter touched the ground with both hands, the ground split and rose, dividing the battlefield...
The battlefield below.
Duncan told Frillian that privileges were utterly boring, and the greatest joy of magic lay in the pursuit of them.
Frilian wholeheartedly agreed, recalling how her master Flame had taken her to see her grandmaster, Celia.
At that time, her mentor Celia gave her so-called "privileges," and her response was the same as Duncan's.
Grandmaster Celia was very dissatisfied with her answer and bluntly told Flame, "This child is no good. He doesn't have that burning ambition."
Master Flame, however, showed a happy smile. She said to her grandmaster Celia that Frilian would definitely destroy the Demon King in the future.
A mage like her will surely usher in a peaceful future.
Grandmaster Celia glanced at Flame and said:
"You mean I can't do it?"
Flame didn't hide anything and told her what was on her mind. She knew that her master, Celia, was someone who craved battle, and therefore could not kill the Demon King.
Because she couldn't imagine what life would be like for her in a peaceful era, while Frilian could; she was a magician born for a peaceful era.
Back to the present.
Frillie picked up her wand and smiled with satisfaction. This was how a magician should be.
(A domesticated demon king, lol)
(Demon King: Do you think it's easy for us to live? So many powerful figures want to come and defeat me, *crying*)
(Our grandmaster is truly the pinnacle of combat power in the entire series, without exception!)
(The main problem is that if the Demon King is killed, there will be no more war, which is something that the battle-crazed grandmaster can't accept.)
(Demon King: I've behaved now, please let me go)
(Hasn't it already been sent? *funny face*)
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The world of Frilian.
Countless people fell silent upon seeing the description on the screen.
At this point, most people's first reaction is, "If you have the strength, why didn't you resolve this sooner? You've made them suffer through so much war for so long..."
But they also understood that what right did they have to interfere with what the Great Mage Seria wanted to do? Besides, if they had to put it bluntly, she was an elf and had no obligation to help anyone.
Celia didn't care, since most of what was said on the screen was correct.
Is she more concerned with her grand-disciple, a mage in peacetime? Flame, you're absolutely right.
She also paid a brief look at her great-grandson, whose performance on the screen was, in her opinion, merely passable, and then stopped paying attention to him...
She never imagined that her great-grand-disciple would bring even more surprises than Frilian.
The light screen playback continues.