Stevenson smiled wide, holding a short, thick black stinging pear wood wand, showing an amazing power.

"Do not? That's an insult to my Stevenson's last name, come on, Wallop, let me see your magic!"

Stevenson, a warrior-like, calmed down slightly, and his spell was aimed straight in the direction of Sean. The bull-like eyes stared firmly at the tip of Sean's staff.

Sean's mouth raised a little.

I'm in need of a reckless man...

A reckless man who will be completely crushed by me!

After silently staying in Sean's body, except for him awakening the other party, the guy kept sleeping and regaining his magic power.

Silent boarding is completely different from other parasitic magical animals in the magic world. Not only in form, its magic source will also be boarded in Sean's body, and its power can be converted into Sean's magic output!

The dark force in his body was spinning with all his might, and the huge force spread from the source to Sean's arm and fingertips.

Sean could almost feel his elm wand wailing, and the irritating fire dragon's dragon heartstring core moaning happily.

Not just a huge force, Sean even had to do a trial during this tense duel moment.

That is, what kind of power can ancient spells, which are completely unskilled, show under the huge magic output?

Sean's stick tip slowly outlined an ancient Runevin symbol in the void. This was an ancient magic he practiced with all his strength, from Grindelwald when he was young!

“Helios Oculus (Huang Yanyaoran).”

His wand trembled slightly, and there was no movement in the field.

Just as everyone was puzzled, suddenly, the temperature in the classroom rose wildly!

The scorching heat wave swept through every corner like a pervasive wind. In just a moment, the unspeakable heat filled the surface of everyone's skin, and even sweat began to slide down from the forehead.

But they had no time to wipe their sweat, and the students widened their eyes in disbelief.

In the center of the stone platform, at the tip of Sean's staff, a fire phoenix made of golden dazzling flames slowly spread its wings.

"Cry——" a high squeal sound resounded throughout the space.

Then, in everyone's horrified eyes, the fire phoenix swept through the terrifying wave of fire and rushed straight towards Stevenson opposite.

Before the fire phoenix arrived, Stevenson's hair ends were yellow and curly, and his lips had dried and peeled in a short time, and even had difficulty breathing.

"Ha-this is what I want..." Stevenson showed an excited expression and muttered to himself.

He raised his wand and fought back!

The fire waves swept over, and Professor Goodman's pupils shrank suddenly.

He waved his wand before he could speak, and the railings at the edge of the stone platform emitted a light blue light, and the light quickly formed a firm protective cover to cover Stevenson.

"Boom--" There was no loud sound, only the fire waves soaring into the sky.

The golden flame exploded, and the flame completely swallowed Stevenson. The phoenix turned into a deep red flame and collided everywhere. Finally, it was blocked by the light emitted by the railing and rushed to the ceiling.

"This guy..." Several students' lips squirmed for a while, as if they wanted to find some adjectives, but in the end they didn't hold anything out.

"Where is the Stevenson people?" The flames in the field had not completely dissipated, and the scenes could not be seen clearly.

"Will you be burned to death?"

"Stop kidding, the professor is here, and Stevenson is strong, okay?"

"That's it...that curse, that curse..." A student wanted to say that Sean's divine fire curse might be just a fancy, but in the end he couldn't say it.

The power of the flame just now was too terrible.

Finally, the flames dissipated, and on the stone platform, Sean, who was intact, was standing there with a frown.

He's fine...what about Stevenson?

The students quickly looked in another direction.

The original position where Stevenson was standing had turned into a terrible burnt black, and a black figure fell into the circle, and the original stone slab surface could still be seen.

Professor Goodman, who had a solemn face, was half squatting next to the charred figure, and soft white light continued to sprinkle on the tip of his wand.

That pile of coke...is Stevenson?

The students in the audience swallowed their saliva together. They looked at Sean in horror. The other party was not tall, but it was extremely terrifying at this moment.

Only Sean was very dissatisfied. Although the power of the Divine Fire Curse is considerable, when compared, he inputs the huge magic power that he and silently adds together, but the effect is extremely low.

"My Lin, your uncle... Is my Runiwen talent completely helpless?" Sean cursed in annoyance.

His proficiency in the Divine Fire Curse barely reached 500, but the efficiency of magic power conversion is much worse than other magic curse!

Sean was very dissatisfied.

He did not pay attention to the silent Stevenson, who knew the power of his spell.

If his Runiwen talent can have a normal five points, the power of this spell will increase by geometrically. In the current Divine Fire Spell, the spell issued by the other party offsets a part of it, and Goodman also took action to protect him, which means that it looks scary and at most it will be a serious burn. The injury will be cured in the infirmary for one month.

The half-squatted Goodman finally stopped chanting the spell. He breathed a sigh of relief. After waved his hand, the medical team rushed in and carried Stevenson away.

"Shaan Wallup wins..." He glanced at the other party with a complicated look.

The second-grade wizard... the second-grade … how can I master this high-level ancient magic? Although his Rune symbol outlines the process is awkward and rough, this is a real ancient magic!

If Sean knew what Professor Goodman was thinking with a expressionless face, he would definitely mutter secretly: The ancient magic you just showed is already on my system panel, but his proficiency is only 0...

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Goodman stood up straight, and he looked at Sean, his eyes strange.

"Professor, is he okay?" Sean asked with concern.

Even though I know that my spell will not be fatal, I still have to pretend now.

"I can't die, but I have to lie on for a while," Goodman said slowly, "Mr. Wallop, what an excellent curse..."

Listening to the other party's speechless words, Sean couldn't figure out Professor Goodman's thoughts for a while, so he had to blink innocently: "I'm just trying..."

To Sean's surprise, Professor Goodman did not scold him at all, but said, "It's very obvious that you are so confident. But Wallop, will your free duel continue?"

"Well, that's fine."

"Mainly your choice," Goodman nodded, "But the powerful ancient spell cannot be used anymore. It is not that I want to break my initial promise, but the power of ancient magic is too amazing. If students keep entering the infirmary, they will be too busy, and..."

Sean suspected that he had read it wrong, and Professor Goodman seemed to have smiled?

"And, if you have been using this spell, no one will be willing to duel with you."

"Oh, I get it, Professor." Sean nodded.

The purpose of his duel was to exercise his practical ability and to show strength. Although the students of Neumengard had a bad impression of themselves, they came to this school for the same reason: advocating strength.

If you want to set up an organization, you must first show your strength, so that the smell of blood can attract hyenas.

However, Sean's spell may have been too special. Even though he had promised not to use ancient magic, no one of the students of Neumungard came forward.

Fourth grade students ask themselves, are they much better than Stevenson? This is not accurate...and...

They looked at Sean on the stage, and the other party was gently kicking the stone under his feet.

Who knows what other methods do this guy hide?

Sean kicked the stone under his feet towards the charred ground, and regarded the light-colored circle as the goal. After playing like this for a while, no one came on stage.

Is the effect so good? Sean licked his dry lips and looked at Professor Goodman.

"Professor," he whispered, "from now on, I will also accept the challenge of fifth-grade students."

As soon as these words were said, a huge uproar suddenly arose.

In the process of learning magic, fifth grade is a huge change compared to fourth grade, because starting this year, students will conduct O.W.Ls test at the end of the semester, which is the ‘Ordinary Wizard Level Test’.

Only when the examination scores meet the standards of the teacher can the electives of the subject be continued.

Whether it is more advanced magic or the pressure of exams, the strength of fifth-grade students will improve rapidly. If third- and fourth-grade students can still duel with each other, then fifth-grade students can basically crush the downward grades.

So, when Sean first proposed to duel with third- and fourth-grade students, although others were surprised, they did not lose their composure. However, as soon as the challenge was said in the fifth-grade, many people couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, several fifth-grade students of Neumungard stood up.

"Mr. Wallop, are you sure?" Professor Goodman asked.

"Yes, I'm sure." Sean kicked the stone to the place where Stevenson was lying just now, "Bingo~"

This casual look aroused the anger of a bunch of people, and the arrogant Neumungads even took a step forward together.

After a lot of arguments, a fifth-grade student was finally elected and he was recognized by most people.

Bach Hoffmann, who had been watching coldly on the platform, had lost his previous calm wind and wind, and his expression had become solemn now.

"Philias Garfield, the strength among fifth-grade students is pretty good. It should be no problem to deal with a second-grade kid."

The girl beside him finally showed an interesting expression. She took out a macaron from somewhere and threw it into her mouth. While chewing, she said vaguely: "That handsome guy named Wallop is quite interesting~ Hehehe, Bach, don't look at me like this. I like interesting handsome guys, second only to interesting books. Moreover, I have said a long time ago--don't make a conclusion when the result is done."

Bach Hoffmann turned his head coldly. Patricia didn't know her position at all!

Garfield walked onto the duel stage and stared at Sean as if he was facing a great enemy. He stood in the circle where Stevenson had once lying down, with fragments of stones at his feet. While observing the other party's condition, he calculated the gap between the two sides.

The other party has as much magic power as him, but the number of spells he masters should not be as many as himself; he is used to using his right hand and habitually sinks his wrists when he recites the spell; he likes to numb his opponent with his superficial state, and likes to hide his true purpose; he needs to pay attention to his mouth shape and wand gesture to judge the real spell; at the same time, since he can master ancient magic, it proves that his knowledge is very wide, and some of his own minor spells may not play an unexpected role, and may even be used by him in reverse.

Looking at the rigorous and serious tall boy opposite, Sean blinked.
To be continued...