Examiner Firat was originally extremely confident.
Even if he can't use magic cards and most magic, he can easily control the third-level Hyperion.
But now.
Because of the pain all over his body and the anger that had been accumulating in his heart since he was banned from speaking, he was unable to concentrate on dealing with Hyperion for a moment.
And Hyperion and the like are no longer important.
Firat only knew that no matter what the final result of today's exam was, if he didn't kill Lanqi, he would not be able to sleep well this month!
far away.
After realizing that all the hatred of examiner Firat had been directed at him, Lanqi immediately began to run away.
At the same time, he did not forget to take out the error treatment cards that were not in cooling state and add them to Firat.
Continue the torture.
Even though Firat couldn't say anything at the moment, at this moment when his emotions were too intense and he had returned to his original nature, and thousands of words could be turned into expressions, anyone could read Firat's truest thoughts from his face -
If I don't kill you today, I'd be unworthy of being a human being!
After a pause like a machine crashing, Firat accelerated like a comet without hesitation, stirring up a gust of wind and rushing towards Lanqi!
"Don't even think about getting close to him!"
Hyperion was as agile as a shadow and almost disappeared on the grassland. Only her cold eyes, like the pupils of a poisonous scorpion, stared at Firat.
The job that Lanqi assigned to her was to delay Firat as long as possible while ensuring that she would not be killed instantly.
Under the current war situation, Firat, who has been severely disrupted by Ranchi, can no longer pose a great threat to Hyperion.
The longer this drags on, the more Firat will be dragged into a chaotic rhythm.
The scorpion-tail dagger emitted a cold and lonely light under the dark clouds, like the god of death in the cold night.
On the vast plain of Eleven, examiner Felat and Hyperion engaged in a dramatic chase.
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In the meeting room of the Sage's House.
"But how is he going to win?"
Seeing Lanqi's magic cards being played out, some teachers couldn't help but express doubts.
Although the situation has been temporarily delayed.
But it's clear the stalemate won't last long.
Hyperion is doing her best to stop Firat from getting close to Lanci.
Lanci also began to move around and cast spells, using his long-range feature to continue to torture Firat as much as possible.
But Firat can make countless mistakes, while Hyperion and Ranch can only make one mistake.
Even if there were no mistakes, the distance between Firat, who had previously cast continuous wind magic, and Ranchi was shrinking unstoppably.
There was no way they could drag it out for the full 30 minutes.
As long as Lanci is eliminated by Firat, without the muteness and mental interference, Hyperion will be defeated in an instant.
"After Lanqi cast a large number of healing spell cards, it also exposed the fact that he is not a counter-injury type."
"Feirat can kill him without any scruples."
Teachers who are familiar with Firat naturally understand why Firat did not prioritize attacking Ranchi, whose card configuration was unknown, at the beginning.
Now, according to the calculation, Ranchi can only carry a total of 20 card slots with a total rank.
He has used a total of 16 healing spells so far.
More than any teacher expected.
Of the remaining 4 mana, there is a known level 2 Friendly Exchange, and the rest of the card slots are simply not enough to form a strong anti-injury system.
"They can't win. They can't stop Firat from approaching."
Witnessing on the screen how Hyperion had tried hard to hold back several times while Firat was determined to move forward, the teachers in the conference room knew that today's entrance exam would soon be coming to an end after repeated struggles.
"Unless Lanqi has a trump card in the last card slot."
"Not likely."
"If it could change the situation of the battle, he would have used it long ago."
It is unknown whether Ranchi still has a slot.
but.
Any teacher present knew that no matter how high the power or how stringent the triggering conditions of a first- or second-level magic card were, it would be impossible to defeat a fifth-level Firat's attack in one fell swoop.
The shocking sound of metal collision in the screen once again attracted the attention of the teachers who were discussing the matter.
They all looked towards the battlefield that was about to end.
Hyperion was chasing Firat on the grassland, and the flying knife she threw at Firat's head was suddenly bounced off by the magic shield.
There was a hint of astonishment in her eyes, but she quickly regained her indifference, moving like a cunning poisonous insect in the grass, changing rapidly in an instant.
Just a few more throws and the shield will be broken.
The small spells that Firat can use now all have a cooldown, and he will soon have to face her threat again.
However.
Just as she was retracting her weapon, Firat suddenly stopped.
Even though Firat didn't look back, Hyperion, who was chasing him, felt that she was locked by a magical perception.
As Hyperion was locked in this position, a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.
Firat seemed to have realized from previous battles that every time she retracted her weapon, she would reveal some flaws.
But at this moment, Firat may not have made such a judgment rationally, but used his fighting instinct in anger to seize the best opportunity to defeat Hyperion.
Before Hyperion could react, wind magic surged out from Firat's body like a sharp blade, sweeping Hyperion away.
It was just a small first-level wind magic, but in Firat's furious state, it unleashed a force that Hyperion could not resist!
The next moment, Firat rushed madly towards the direction where Lanqi was again!
“Damn it!”
After falling suddenly from the ground, Hyperion barely got up and chased after Firat with gritted teeth.
In the previous fight, Firat had already closed a considerable distance between himself and Lanqi.
In this situation, even if she tried her best to catch up now, it might be of no avail.
A second-level nurse would be reduced to ashes in just two hits by a fifth-level wizard.
Even though Hyperion bet everything on Lanci and played according to his tactics.
But now that things have come to this, she finds it hard to accept the impending defeat.
Dark clouds pressed down overhead, the air pressure grew heavier, and muffled thunder, like the wrath of the gods, continued to echo across the grassland.
Lanqi looked at Firat who was getting closer and closer to him, unstoppable.
He roughly estimated that he was about to enter the range of Firat's small spell attack.
Lanqi slowly stopped running.
First of all, you can’t run away.
Secondly.
All the groundwork is in place.
Lanqi lowered his head calmly and looked at the magic card that appeared in his palm.
This is a magic card he created in collaboration with Talia using the ancient relic heirloom, the Poem of Compassion.
Talia performed almost the entire card-making process herself, and he served as her assistant.
Only the step of drawing the image of the summoned creature was taken care of by him.
The final product of this card not only exceeded Lanqi's expectations, but also surprised Talia herself, the main card maker.
He knew that this was the last card of today's exam.