Chapter 210 Genius and mediocrity

Facing Arthur's astonishing jump chop, Mike calmly stretched out his wand and pointed at the ground diagonally below him, and finished reciting the fire curse in less than a second.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson red ball shot out from the tip of the staff, landed on the ground and exploded violently, with large streams of flames and smoke rising into the sky.

At this time Arthur's heavy chop also arrived.

I saw Arthur holding the long sword with red light up high, diving into the flames from top to bottom, and collided with the shock wave and high temperature erupted by the fireball explosion.

But under the protection of that shield, Arthur continued to slash at Mike's original position with his sword as if nothing was wrong.

Arthur's blow was extremely powerful. The red light seemed to have some extraordinary power. The red light exploded the moment it hit the ground, shaking the stone floor around the sword into rubble. .

However, Arthur, who succeeded in the attack in the flames, frowned.

The sword he just struck was in the air!

At this time, Mike, who was squatting on the ground not far away, was slowly standing up, using his magic perception ability to observe the scene in the smoke.

In front of him was an almost broken translucent shield.

As Mike stood up, the cracked shield seemed to have reached its limit, turning into pieces and dispersing in the air.

Mike, who saw the scene in the smoke through his magic perception ability, licked his lips. The power of Arthur's sword just now was far beyond his expectation. If he was hit directly, he would be in danger.

But fortunately, I had made a response strategy right away.

Use a low-powered fire spell to blow yourself up.

Due to the existence of the armor protection spell that is automatically triggered by the duel champion badge, Mike not only escaped by relying on the shock wave of the explosion, but also escaped unscathed.

"Tch, that's just good luck!" Vesemir curled his lips and said, watching the battle, "He can still use the same slash on Arthur countless times. Your genius student will definitely lose!"

Faced with Vesemir's ridicule, Professor Flitwick surprisingly did not reply, and just looked at the two people on the field nervously.

Judging from the current situation, it will be difficult for Mike to win.

Although the opponent used melee weapons, his physical fitness far exceeded the limits of the human body. From the 50-meter distance just now, he unexpectedly rushed to Mike's side in a few seconds. Wizards have always been fragile. As a long-range fragile person, he can be approached by melee swordsmen at will, so the result is self-evident.

But Mike on the training ground didn't think so at the moment.

Just now, he was just testing the opponent's ability because he was protected by the Duel Champion Badge.

Now that Mike has a certain understanding of Arthur's attack methods and abilities, it will be his turn to fight back.

I saw Mike swiping his wand while the smoke had not dissipated and Arthur's vision was slightly blocked, and a crimson curse was suddenly thrown out and plunged straight into the thick smoke.

That's not all, Mike still didn't stop casting the spell after throwing out the magic spell. After brewing for a while, a dark purple fireball the size of a fingernail also came out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, from Another corner of the thick smoke penetrated.

After doing all this, Mike stepped on his feet and retreated quickly. While running, he put on two more layers of armor to protect himself, and then turned his head slightly to look at the smoke.

Compared with Mike, Arthur was much more uncomfortable at the moment.

His golden snake-pupil eyes do have the effect of breaking concealment, and his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people. But this did not mean that he could see through. The thick black smoke around him still affected his vision.

This also resulted in him not discovering Mike's attack immediately.

And when he discovered it, the crimson curse had already appeared in front of him.

At such a close distance, no matter how abnormal his physical fitness, he couldn't completely dodge. He could only slightly adjust his stance and twist around to avoid the vital points, because he was not sure that the Kun shield on his body could still function. You can't ignore this curse, after all, it has consumed too many skills since it was released.

In fact, his guess was absolutely correct.

Because Mike's crimson wand is not an ordinary attack spell, but a combination spell of two crushing spells put together.

Although this combination method is very simple, let alone one plus one equals three, equaling two is already very good. But this is Mike's crushing spell. With Mike's current magic level and spell-casting skills, a single crushing spell can easily break boulders, let alone the two-in-one version.

The moment the red light came into contact with the shield, a small hole was opened in the shield, and it hit Arthur's shoulder directly, causing a deep and terrifying wound on his left shoulder.

And this is despite the fact that Arthur's skin has a very strong magic resistance to this kind of pure magic spell. If an ordinary person, even half of him would be blown to pieces.

Arthur inside the shield let out a cry of pain, and almost let go of the long sword in his hand.

But before any further reaction could be made, Mike's hidden real killer move arrived.

A miniature fireball flew strangely in the air, drew a beautiful arc and hit Arthur's back.

In an instant, a large amount of flames that were unequal to its body erupted from the miniature fireball and directly enveloped the entire circular shield around Arthur.

And these flames are different from ordinary flames.

Under the control of Mike's mental power, these flames crazily penetrated into the breach made by the previous crushing spell, wanting to directly attack Arthur inside the shield.

All this happened in just a few seconds. In addition, Arthur's attention was on the crushing spell coming from the front and he didn't pay attention to the small fireball behind him, so his whole body was wrapped in flames in an instant. A strict and solid decision.

At this moment, the shield that originally protected Arthur from attacks has become his tomb. Under the circular shield, the temperature of the flames inside cannot escape at all. In order to ensure that the user is not suffocated to death, this shield So they won't cut off the air.

As a result, the flames inside the shield became more and more intense, and the temperature became higher and higher.

"ah!"

Arthur, who was suddenly hit hard, instinctively let out a scream, which startled Vesemir who was still mocking Flitwick.

You must know that Arthur is a child with a strong character. In the past, no matter how hard and tiring the training was, he had never seen Arthur cry out in pain, and no matter how serious the injury, he never shed a tear.

Now, he actually let out such a scream!

Vesemir, who secretly knew something was wrong, grabbed the short Flitwick next to him and shouted loudly: "No more competition! No more competition! You win! End the game soon! Something must have happened to Arthur! Please save him!"

However, Flitwick, who was caught by the collar, did not move at all. He just stared straight at the faint light of the fire in the thick smoke.

Seeing this, Vesemir gritted his teeth and took out his wand. Although he could hardly release any powerful magic due to his previous injuries, he still wanted to save Arthur even if he risked his life.

‘Arthur is a good boy, he can’t die here! I can't die here because of my pitiful selfishness! ’

With this thought in mind, Vesemir stretched out his wand and pointed at the thick smoke.

"Wait a minute."

At some point, the wand appeared in Professor Flitwick's hand. With a flick of his hand, he cast a disarming spell and knocked the wand out of Wethemir's hand.

"What do you mean?" Vesemir looked at Flitwick blankly, his eyes burning with monstrous anger. But as if he suddenly thought of something, Vesemir's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Flitwick in a pleading tone: "I beg you, save Arthur!

I admit you won! I am waste, I am a maggot wasting food! So...go and save people! "

Just as Professor Flitwick was about to say something, a faint but clear voice suddenly came from the thick smoke in the training ground.

"I'm fine, teacher."

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the burnt black but pitted ground, and the burned Arthur standing in the scorched earth.

"Don't be so humble. I respect you. I am the child you picked up and raised. To me, you are more like my father." Arthur's mouth twitched and he whispered softly, "I am a Ordinary people do not have any outstanding talents. But you did not despise me, and you took me with you to teach me swordsmanship and gave me strength."

At this point, Arthur coughed violently, and large strands of thick black mucus continued to spurt out from his mouth, until finally what he coughed up was no longer mucus, but bright red blood, which was shocking to see.

At this moment, almost all the skin on Arthur's body was severely burned, especially his right hand holding the silver sword. The metal hilt had completely melted into his palm.

And his left arm wasn't feeling well either. Mike's crushing spell almost broke his entire arm before. Now that it was burned by the flames, there was no blood left, but the exposed bones had also been burned. of coke.

Arthur, who had been coughing for a long time, finally felt better. He was seen dragging the burnt red silver sword step by step towards Mike in the distance. The long sword body was dragged and slid on the stone floor, making a loud sound. A harsh grinding sound.

In this shocking scene, Arthur spoke again: "So! I will definitely realize your ideal! Prove to the world! This world is fair! As long as you work hard, mediocrity can surpass genius!"

After saying that, Arthur suddenly accelerated his pace, and rushed towards Mike with a quickening speed.

The burnt wounds on his body kept cracking open due to too many movements, exposing the flesh and blood inside. Large streams of blood spurted out, leaving a terrifying trail of blood along the way as he charged.

Vesemir beside him had already collapsed on the ground and was sobbing.

Mike, who was still on the training ground, sneered.

Can a hard-working mediocre person defeat a genius?

What if geniuses also work hard, or even work harder than you?

Mike raised his wand and pointed it at Arthur, who was charging towards him.

He could clearly see the situation in the smoke before with his magic perception. He could have shot Arthur again as soon as he was burned by the flames.

But he didn't do that because it was just a competition.

However, now Arthur is so stubborn, as if he will never look back until he hits the wall. Then Mike doesn't need to hold back.

I saw a purple fireball quietly appearing on the tip of Mike's staff, and it expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the fireball expanded, the temperature in this closed training ground also slowly increased. This made Vesemir stop crying and shook Flitwick vigorously, begging him to save Arthur.

With Arthur's current physical condition, he couldn't avoid the fireball. If he was hit by that terrifying fireball, there would be only one consequence, and that would be death!

"Some people were born in the quagmire but longed to reach the legendary capital of civilization, Rome, one day, but some people were born directly in Rome! Therefore, there is no so-called fairness in this world." Mike slowly held his wand. He said, while the huge fireball on the tip of his staff was fully charged, "Admit defeat, you are just a useless death struggle!"

"Admit defeat? To me, that means accepting fate. And I will never give in to that bullshit fate!"

Arthur, who was covered in blood, shouted his motto loudly. Not only did his speed not slow down, he even became a little faster.

Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated, shook his head and shot the fireball.

The purple fireball the size of a bathtub, carrying the sound of breaking wind, hit the charging Arthur at an alarming speed.

Flitwick's pupils shrank and he grabbed Vesemir, who was ashen-faced. At the same time, he shouted: "Lolo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the house elf Lolo appeared on Arthur's shoulder and hugged Arthur's bloody head.

"Apparage!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of snapping fingers overlapped with the sound of spells. The elf raised by a family almost simultaneously released the transformation spell, taking Arthur master and apprentice out of the training room.

And in the next moment, the huge purple fireball slammed to the ground.

A strange scene happened. The fireball in close contact with the ground did not explode immediately. Instead, it suddenly expanded by three points, and then quickly collapsed into a small black dot. A dazzling white light flashed out from the origin, and finally exploded. Incredible heat and air waves.

The entire training room was shaking violently, and the anti-magic stone slabs paved on the ceiling kept falling down. Some of them even hit Mike underneath, but they were blocked by the armor's protective spell.

Mike, who was protected by an armor protection spell, was not afraid of these aftermaths at all. The heat from the explosion slapped his body from a long distance, but it could not hurt him at all. It could only make the wizard robe on his body blow loudly. At the same time, it also blew his slightly longer blond hair.

Looking at the nearly collapsed training room, Mike turned around and left, ignoring the flames still raging not far away.

He also closed the door smoothly.