"Unrestricted fighting? The Chosen One?"
"You've caught up with a good day. Today there is a grand event that will make us a lot of money." Bonodoze swept the things on the table into his pocket and pushed him out with a wooden stick.
This seems to be a basement, with another room opposite. Bonodoze raised his arms and shouted, and two thin apprentices in blue walked out slowly and followed them.
"You only have two students?" Nese asked.
"Five, three year-round sick leave." Bonodoze replied.
"At least five students can ensure that the college will not be abolished. We will report that there are five." A sharp-faced apprentice whispered.
"There are only two students in Serum Academy?"
"There are three now, and it's crucial that you come here. The Chosen Ones Unrestricted Fight is a three-person battle. This year, we just don't have enough people."
As Bonodoze spoke, he began to distribute bombs and a small tin bottle to everyone - which contained the same fish oil as before, and stuffed a small pill into everyone's mouth. "Hide it behind your teeth, don't bite it without first doing it."
Nesse looked doubtful. Another apprentice with a round face explained: "If you are hit by a bomb, bite it open when you feel very uncomfortable."
"Why did I get hit by a bomb?"
"How can I describe it to you..." The sharp-faced apprentice had a strange expression on his face.
…
They went upstairs and joined a large crowd in the corridor, squeezing through the pungent smell of potion and soap.
Everyone's uniforms were newer than theirs, embroidered with various magical patterns, and many of them were holding gleaming weapons. The three masters and apprentices of the Serum Academy looked solemn and gloomy. They used their arms to protect the bomb like a hen protecting an egg. They looked out of place.
"I've never seen Bomb Boy! Hey! You're cured!" Sure enough, someone noticed them and laughed loudly.
Nesai ignored it as promised.
soon.
They arrived at a solemn venue that resembled a circular theater with brown sand at the bottom.
Serum Academy was assigned an inconspicuous corner, and the four of them sat together.
Nese noticed that there was a specially opened large viewing platform on the second floor opposite. There are sculptures of broken swords representing Semeran standing on the four corners of the platform, and moon-helmeted soldiers stand on each side.
There are three spacious high-backed chairs in the stands, and a long stone table with complex patterns and exquisite carvings is placed in front of the chairs.
"Whose seat is that for?" he asked his temporary companion.
"Me." The round-faced apprentice blinked his big eyes.
"If you can become the dean, I'll eat liver bombs like bread." The sharp-faced apprentice glanced at him.
The two apprentices began to argue quietly. But Nese already understood.
Sure enough, there was a roar in the air, and the dean, Ann Merces V, and the two vice-deans, dressed in black robes, appeared on three chairs from a puff of smoke.
"The first scene, Kumu Shi."
The petite vice-dean on the right stood up and announced loudly with a flick of his wide sleeves.
A beeswax-like gem appears on the table.
The crowd began to whisper.
"Is this a reward?" Nesse asked Bonodoze.
"The reward for the winner of this game. Sign up if you want. Do you want to participate?"
Nese asked about the purpose of the bitter wood and stone. It turned out to be an endless concentration of withering poison, and she lost interest. The other two apprentices also shook their heads. Bonodoze had no choice but to give up.
Professor Bomb took advantage of the break to repeatedly emphasize to them that he would share half of the prize, and Nesse couldn't help but feel bored.
However, he found that he had come to the right place for this event.
Not only do each battle have various rare rewards, but the winner of the final battle can also enter the four round towers and choose one from the collection.
There may be something he needs in the reward. If he can enter the treasure tower in Semeran, he can even take a chance to see it.
As for magic battles, he has participated in too many in the Warlock Association since he was a child, and he is not afraid at all.
The final winner is calculated based on the number of games won. Regardless, this is a great opportunity.
The crowd fell silent and registration for the first fight had ended. Nese made up his mind and started signing up for the next game.
Before long, gates were raised on either side of the theater's base.
Three apprentices in blue walked in.
The apprentices on the left each hold a shiny sickle, while the apprentices on the right have empty hands.
"Exotic Weapon Academy and Lin Academy." The round-faced apprentice took out a pair of glasses and put them on, explaining thoughtfully.
The Lin Academy where Angoro was... Nese looked into the field.
The horn sounds. Six blue-clothed apprentices fought together.
He knew immediately that he was mistaken.
The duel was very different from the spell duels he had participated in in the Warlock Guild. It's not a battle of magic spells, but a life-and-death battle.
He figured out what unlimited meant—literally.
An arm with a smooth cut flew out from the battle group, and no scream was even heard - it was covered by the boos from the audience.
Nese looked closely and found that the apprentice from the Academy of Alien Weapons was missing an arm. It turned out to be an error caused by one of his own.
No wonder they said they might be hit by a bomb.
The two serous apprentices had blank expressions on their faces, as if they were used to this scene.
On the field -
Two apprentices of different weapons were already lying down, one with his face melted and the other with blood all over his body. The apprentices from the Ling department stood aside with their hands behind their backs and fierce expressions on their faces.
"Is it over?" Nese asked.
There were two combatants in brown clothes on the side of the field directing their hands to lift the two lying apprentices down. The apprentice who was in charge of doing chores ran to the other side of the field and picked up the arm that had flown far away.
"pause."
Bo Nuoduo shook his head calmly. "Admitting defeat is the end."
"They haven't given up yet?"
"As long as you want to fight, you can keep fighting." The sharp-faced apprentice said slyly, "The professors of the Puppet Academy will help us."
Sure enough, the apprentices of the different weapons quickly returned to the arena.
The broken arm has actually been reattached, but the posture is a bit stiff when moving. Another apprentice with facial injuries had his head stabbed like a cabbage.
The six apprentices fought together again.
Nese frowned secretly. He did not see the life energy responsible for healing where the two people were injured. Instead, there was a dark green death energy, which was undoubtedly caused by the domain manipulation spell that sacrificed consciousness and vitality.
There's a good chance they'll be disabled for life when they get off the field.
It seemed that this spell duel was much more dangerous than he thought.
The apprentices of the Lin series were obviously more skilled. As soon as the apprentices of the different weapons rushed forward this time, they were knocked around by several air currents and fell together.
Not long after, their limbs were reversely twisted and dislocated, and they finally gave in.
The apprentices of the Ling Department took away the Kumu Stone amidst cheers.
"That's it~" the round-faced apprentice complained.
"Isn't this enough? Do you insist on letting others die?" the sharp-faced apprentice sneered.
"We want to have fewer opponents. If others don't die, we will die." The round-faced apprentice said slowly.
"You don't have to sign up."
"You don't have to live!"
Nesse listened quietly to their argument.
"Second game!" The petite vice-dean stood up.
