Black Hearted Mage

In this tense situation, two incredibly dazzling spheres of magic suddenly appeared, hurtling towards the old wizard at an alarming speed. The blinding light was too bright to look directly at, forcing the old wizard to stop and squint to protect his vision.

However, even as he tried to adjust to the intense light, the shadow bolt approached with lightning speed. The old magician realized he had no time to dodge and could only rely on his magic shield to withstand the blow. He knew that an intermediate magic shield had strong defensive power, capable of resisting five or six low-level spells, so he was full of confidence.

Everything seemed to be going according to the old magician's expectations. When the shadow bolt struck him, his magic shield merely trembled violently a few times, but remained intact. However, things often take unexpected turns. Immediately afterwards, two dazzling illumination spells struck his magic shield again.

Although Illumination itself lacked offensive power, it could instantly blind the old wizard, putting him in a passive state. Faced with the sudden situation, the old wizard unhesitatingly poured out his magical power, simultaneously unleashing multiple massive fireballs. These fireballs fanned out in disorder, forming a spectacular and dangerous web of fire.

At this time, Kaisas quietly retreated four or five yards, successfully exiting the opponent's spell range. He cleverly used this opportunity to continue pouring illumination and low-level shadow arrows at the opponent, further increasing the opponent's pressure.

This fierce battle filled the entire space with a tense atmosphere, and both sides were trying their best to win.

Outside the competition venue, many magicians and students noticed something was going on. Caesars had successfully tricked the old wizard into continuously draining his magic power.

"Sanders, that idiot, if he keeps doing this for a few more minutes, his magic power will be exhausted!"

In the main viewing area, an old magician cursed loudly.

"Delga, his spell reaches five yards. Sanders will be defeated in a few minutes. He's using brute force, and the attack power of his shadow bolts is increasing!"

"Violent spellcasting! How long can his demonic veins withstand it?

"It's hard to say, but I should be able to hold on until Xander falls!"

Because Caesars used brute force, the speed of his shadow bolts increased exponentially, and the attack power also increased linearly. Sanders began to feel overwhelmed. The opponent no longer needed to use illumination magic, but two shadow bolts were enough to break his magic shield. He kept activating the magic shield, struggling to hold on, but was unable to fight back.

The audience around were so excited that their blood boiled. They had never imagined that a low-level magician could suppress a mid-level magician. This completely contradicted the magic theory described in the book.

However, at this moment, two shadow arrows suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. This sudden scene made the old dean of the magic academy stare wide-eyed. Not only that, but after the two shadow arrows, there was another shadow arrow following closely.

"Why did two shadow arrows appear?" The audience looked at the changes on the field in astonishment.

Caesar's spellcasting speed was so fast that almost no one could see his movements clearly. On the competition field, Sanders kept activating his magic shield, but he seemed somewhat powerless against Caesar's attacks.

When he saw two shadow arrows coming towards him, he tried to block them with his magic shield, but it was instantly broken. Just as he was about to activate the magic shield again, it was too late. Following the two shadow arrows, a third shadow arrow followed and hit him directly.

The old magician, Sanders, was as pale as paper. He reached out and covered his chest with his hands before slowly falling to the ground. He had suffered the impact of the dark element, causing the magic power in his body to become disordered. Now he had completely lost the ability to resist.

Kaisas walked back to his seat. The old referee talked to him for a few words and then handed him a bottle of high-level mana potion.

"Everyone, take a break. There will be a competition later!"

When the referee announced that there would be more competition, people around started talking.

"The intermediate magicians have all been defeated. Does that mean the academy is going to send high-level magicians?"

"Isn't this bullying? The academy is so shameless!"

"That's right, let's see which shameless person comes on stage!"

The students of the Magic Academy now feel a little sympathetic towards Caesars. Two magic competitions have just ended, and the third one is about to begin.

Kaisas looked calm. After drinking the high-level mana potion, he took out a low-level magic crystal and absorbed it.

His magic sea is different from others. It is very strong, but a little smaller than that of magicians of the same level. He wants the magic sea to be bigger so that it can accommodate more magic power.

His method of expanding the Magic Sea was rather crude and direct: he simply filled it with magic power, causing a slight swelling and pain. He needed to maintain this state constantly in order to achieve the goal of expanding the Magic Sea.

About ten minutes later, Kaesas drank another bottle of mana potion, and his magic sea was almost full.

This time the opponent is a bit tricky. He is very cunning and wants to reveal his cards again and again.

Before going on the field, Kaesus drank the Swiftness Potion, the Agility Potion, and the Toughness Potion, and then checked his staff and magic accessories.

Caesars walked onto the competition hall. Many people were looking around, searching for the person from the Magic Academy who was about to take the stage.

"Why did this guy drink so many warrior-type potions? Can his body handle it?"

The old dean muttered softly, then stood up. The competition hall erupted in an uproar. It wasn't a high-level magician entering the competition, but a great magician was about to leave.

The students didn't dare to talk anymore, but they all felt that this competition was too bullying.

"This time, both sides will be using low-level spells, including mobile casting and metamagic techniques. You must watch carefully and attentively, as this is a rare opportunity!"

The old referee had heard the students' discussion a long time ago, and he had to stand up and explain.

The old dean of the magic academy walked step by step to the competition venue and stood opposite Caesar.

"Don't think I'm bullying him. If I compete with spells of the same level, I'm likely to lose!" said the old dean seriously.

This statement surprised and confused everyone present, including Avril. She couldn't help but frown, thinking, "How is this possible? The old dean is an experienced magician. Does he really think he can lose to Caesars?"

At this moment, the referee shouted loudly: "Begin the competition!"

Following the command, Caesars sprang into action. Concentrating his attention, he quickly cast Magic Shield and Magic Armor on himself to enhance his magical defenses. However, just as he was about to cast Swiftness, the old dean's spell struck him like a gust of wind.

Caesars had no time to think, relying on his agility to dodge. He ran, striving to complete his Swiftness spell. The old dean pursued him relentlessly, continuously unleashing low-level Fireballs. While these small fireballs weren't powerful, they were dense and swift, leaving Caesars no chance to breathe.

The old dean's goal was clear: to deny Caesars enough time to cast a more powerful spell. He knew Caesars's strength well, and knew that if he were given a few seconds, he would be able to cast a counterattack. Therefore, he decided to adopt this pursuit strategy, not giving the opponent any chance.

Small fireballs attacked Kaisas continuously like raindrops. Although their temperature was not high and their attack strength was less than one-fifth of the big fireballs, their extremely fast attack speed and large number caused considerable pressure on Kaisas.

The old dean's staff released small fireballs, and his other hand also cast a spell. His staff must have five small fireball patterns engraved on it. He could release the same number at once. Combined with the fireball in his right hand, he could instantly release six small fireballs.

"This old guy is well prepared!"

After seeing the opponent's spell attack, Caesars immediately cast the Flash spell, disappearing in an instant, dodging the attack. However, he didn't expect that the old dean would also use the Flash spell and appear behind him. This made Caesars curse inwardly, this old man is too mean!

It was too late to replace his staff, so Caesars had to find another way. He knew that Blink couldn't be cast continuously, so he decided to run as fast as he could, putting as much distance between him and the old dean as possible. His speed was so fast that he was almost outrunning the old dean's pursuit, so fast that even the small fireball had difficulty catching up with him.

The old dean suddenly realized that Caesars drank so many potions in order to improve his running speed, physical agility and endurance. This way, he could better dodge attacks and find opportunities to counterattack.

When both sides had gained sufficient distance, Caesars finally found his opportunity to strike back. He quickly chanted a spell, and from his staff, two icicles shot forth, flying straight at the old dean. Simultaneously, he chanted an incantation, unleashing a shadow bolt that struck the old dean.

Both of them cast low-level magic shields, which could only resist three low-level spells. Kaisas had an additional layer of magic armor, but even so, it could only resist four or five low-level spells at most.

Therefore, when the fast-flying spells approached, the old dean had no choice but to dodge. However, his movements were still a little slow, and although he successfully avoided two ice cones, he failed to avoid the shadow arrow.

Having seized the initiative, Caesars didn't intend to give the old dean any chance to counterattack. He continued casting spells while slowly retreating, using extended spells to attack the opponent. Furthermore, he even resorted to brute force to increase the attack power of his shadow bolts.

At this time, everyone could see the old dean fleeing in a panic. His spells could not hit Caesar because the distance was beyond the effective range of his spells.

Everyone in the magic academy was shocked. They never expected that Caesars was so powerful.

However, although the old dean looked in a state of disarray, his magic shield was never broken due to his extremely fast casting speed.

Caesars realized that if this situation continued, he would definitely lose the battle. After all, although the opponent was casting low-level spells, as a great magician, his magic power was far superior to his, perhaps even dozens of times greater.

Caesars unexpectedly sheathed his staff, a move that puzzled many. Why would he choose to give it up when holding the staff could have given him an advantage?

Caesars began to run quickly along the edge of the field, and the old dean took the opportunity to catch his breath. At this time, small fireballs rained down on him.

The old dean used the Flash spell to pursue him, and Caesars could only dodge repeatedly. The sudden change in the competition made several veteran mages present at the magic academy feel suspicious.

As the magic radiance flashed, Caesars used the Flash spell again to escape the range of the old dean's spell. He quickly recited the spell silently, and a gray-purple light appeared in both hands, and two shadow arrows emerged.

Casting spells with both hands. This casting technique is not too difficult, you just need to practice the spell more.

Two shadow arrows, coupled with violent casting, greatly increased the strength of its magic attack. They hit the old dean at an extremely fast speed, and his magic shield shattered.

"what!"

There was a cry of surprise in the competition hall. The old dean almost lost just now.

The old dean's spell extension was only three yards, not as good as Caesar's six, but that didn't mean he couldn't counterattack. Spell extension, to put it bluntly, was a violent casting of the spell, accelerating the flow of magic power within the body, allowing the spell to coalesce and form more quickly, extending the distance it could travel in a straight line.

If the spell's reach isn't enough, then use projectiles. The old dean is a highly experienced magician, and he's certainly used projectiles quite a bit. Small fireballs rained down like dense raindrops, enveloping Caesars.

Small fireballs occasionally grazed Caesars, causing his magic shield to tremble. The temperature around Caesars was also rising rapidly. Even with the protection of the magic shield, he could still feel the heat radiation generated by the high temperature. He felt the ends of his hair curling. If this continued, he would be too passive.

"Damn old guy, his small fireball is hotter than the big one, this is obviously cheating!"

Caesar cursed and used Flash to quickly escape the high-temperature area. Facing the shameless fire magician, he had no choice but to show his true ability.

Caesars chanted a spell rapidly as he ran. Four shadow bolts quickly gathered together and flew towards their target with a shrill whistling sound. Meanwhile, he continued to chant spells. He had enough mana left to cast about fifty low-level spells. If he couldn't break the old man's magic shield quickly, he would have no choice but to admit defeat.

"Fuck, four shadow arrows!"

A student sitting at the edge of the competition arena exclaimed in surprise. He clearly saw four shadow arrows being fired almost simultaneously.