There were so many people, and I was pretty strong. After a lot of effort, I finally squeezed into the front row. Although there were some people blocking the way, I could still see clearly what was going on on the court with my extraordinary height.
The venue is over 500 square meters, surrounded by a rope circle. There is a booth like a VIP seat on one side of the venue, with more than 10 people sitting inside, who appear to be referees and members of the host family. There was only one woman among them, her face covered with gauze. From her beautiful figure and looming face, it could be seen that she was indeed a beauty, probably the daughter of the city lord. The fat man next to her in gorgeous clothes is probably the so-called city lord.
In the field, there were two magicians competing. When I looked at their magic carefully, I couldn't help but laugh. In my eyes, their strength was simply too weak, which is the level of intermediate magicians. You have a fireball. I'm a wind blade player, and it seems like I'm fighting quite fiercely.
No wonder there has been no results for so many days. It turns out that they are all rookie magicians. If a random student from our Royal Academy of Advanced Magic comes here, he may be able to win the beauty immediately.
Due to the weak strength of the contestants, my interest was greatly reduced.
At this time, the wind magician had already gained the advantage, and quickly won the victory with his nimble body skills and versatile attacks.
An old man in a magic robe from the VIP table came out and announced: "Wind magician Tenchi-Yao wins. Is there any other young hero who is willing to compete?"
In this way, the competition went back and forth for 3 or 4 games, but no one could hold on and beat two people in a row. It was really boring. The two contestants in the field ended with both losses. I was bored watching this low-level game. I turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a slim figure appeared in the field.
I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the thin young man who didn't answer my question just now. He was completely different from before, standing proudly in the middle of the field with his weak chest. He was wearing a gorgeous magic robe. What surprised me most was that there were actually 5 stars on the magic robe. In other words, he had the level of a wizard.
Everyone present was obviously shocked by his attire. The old magician in charge of the referee asked: "This magician, are you a magician?"
The thin young man puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course, I am a third-year student at the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic. I am Mark Seid, ranked fifth in the academy. I major in fire magic and minor in wind magic."
His remark made everyone present marvel. I don’t know if it’s Mark’s fame or the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic’s prestige.
I was about to leave, but this fake young man attracted my interest. I wanted to see how he pretended to be Mark. If I saw it right, he was at the level of a high-level magician. If there was a fight, It's not all revealed yet.
To my surprise, the old magician who served as the referee showed a respectful expression on his face. He said respectfully: "On behalf of the city lord, I welcome Mark Magician to come and participate in the competition. There is a hero who is willing to fight."
After a while, no one dared to come out to fight. I suddenly realized that no wonder he didn't come out just now. It turned out that he was waiting for this opportunity to lose both sides. Once he shows his name on the stage, no one will dare to challenge him. It's too tricky.
Although I don't like to meddle in other people's business, Mark's reputation is related to me, so I shouted in the crowd: "Fake boy, go down." My voice was loud and forced out with magic power, making it difficult for people to understand. position.
The face of the impostor in the field changed, and in an instant he returned to normal. He said loudly: "The hero is making fun of me. If you are willing to teach me, I am waiting here."
The crowd watching was originally aroused by my words just now, but now, they were covered up by him beautifully. I can't help but secretly admire him. However, he also stirred up anger in me.
I teleported a short distance to the center of the field, smiled and said, "I am the hero who said you are a fake."
The thin young man obviously didn't notice me when I asked for directions just now. He frowned and said, "My friend, if you want to teach me, please do something."
I ignored him and said to the referee: "Hello, I am not here to compete in magic to find a bride this time. I am mainly here to help my friends protect their reputation. Please bear with me."
The old magician frowned and said, "Excuse me, why do you say this magician is a fake?"
I smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, because Mark Said is my friend. He just graduated from the Royal Academy of Advanced Magic. We were together two days ago."
My words immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the audience started talking.
The skinny young man's face turned red for a while, and he said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I don't know you, you dare to pretend to be our Royal Academy of Advanced Magic and come here to cheat. What are your intentions?"
I laughed and said, "I don't have any ulterior motives. I'm afraid you are the one who has ulterior motives. Since you have fallen in love with this young lady, why don't you fight for her on your own merits instead of taking someone else's name?"
The thin young man said to the old magician: "I want to compete with him to wash away his insult to me."
The old magician glanced at the city lord and got a positive hint. He said: "Okay, let's start the competition now. Please stop it and stop it. At the same time, don't hurt the onlookers." As expected of an old man, he arrived He was very shrewd and knew that if one of us told the truth, the barrier of the competition venue would definitely not be able to withstand it, so he warned us first.
I said: "Okay, I also want to learn a little bit about what you are capable of impersonating Mark."
The thin young man stopped answering and fired a seemingly huge fireball at me with all his strength. The fireball flew toward me with steam.
Even though he wanted to fight me at this level, I didn't even try to dodge. When the fireball was about to reach me, I stretched out my right hand. When I reached out my hand, the thin young man had already discovered that the fireball he sent had lost contact with him.
The fireball was held in my hand and stayed there quietly, making my face turn red.