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Chapter 15 Next, it's your turn
"Okay, stop."
Mis spoke up, interrupting the thoughts of everyone present.
"Excellent, teacher. This is your victory."
Plekiltson was a little surprised, but fortunately he cleared his mind a little, stopped casting magic and put away his wand.
"Don't you want me to kill them?" he asked tentatively.
Miss smiled and said, "Of course, everyone here is an old acquaintance and friend. How can I bear to watch you kill each other? Am I that bad?"
The three people who were awake suddenly became a little confused. What was going on now?
"Saved?" Shana still refused to relax, and her hands holding the sword were still exerting force.
Dragging his tired body, Pletkierson moved step by step towards Miss.
"Then can you give me my magic blueprints?"
Mis picked up the blueprint and said with a smile: "Of course my dear teacher, you are the winner."
At this moment, everyone saw hope.
Shana and Mandy can survive, and Pleasant can get what he wants and achieve the success he has always dreamed of.
A dreamlike unfolding.
When Pletkierson stretched out his trembling hands, ready to take the drawing from Mis's hand.
The damaged blueprint suddenly exploded in the air and turned into powder, with no possibility of recovery.
The dust slowly fell like dead yellow leaves, and at the same time, Plekielson's heart died at that moment.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground and frantically tried to catch the dust with his hands.
"No, no, where are you going to float to? Come back, you are mine!"
Looking at the nearly insane Prekildson, Miss smiled with satisfaction.
I see hope in despair, then feel disappointed, then see hope again, then feel disappointed again, and finally I think I saw hope, but despair returns to it again.
This was the death route Meath had planned for Pleakiltson.
"I'm sorry, teacher. I accidentally ruined the drawing. I hope you won't blame me. But for a successful magician like you, it shouldn't be difficult for you to draw one yourself."
In despair, Plekiltson looked up, letting his uncontrollable tears flow into his mouth, and met the look of disdain on Mis's face.
"Devil, beast, you destroyed me, I will kill you, I will kill you!"
He lost his mind and picked up the red crystal wand. He was surrounded by violent magic power and had the momentum to be promoted to LV5.
"Since you don't let me feel good, you can forget about living. Die, [Julang]!"
A tremendous amount of magic power surged out from the red crystal, and a huge magic circle rose up under Plekiltson's feet.
This violent magic power made Shana and Mandy feel a little breathless.
The room began to shake violently. The magic lamp on the table was knocked over, the magic crystal shattered, and the lamp stand deformed.
The small room did not fall into darkness because the lights went out, but was illuminated by Plekiltson's magic.
There was a burst of applause, and Miss did not hesitate to praise him: "As expected of a Level 4 Quantitative Transformation Magician. What a stunning magic, what amazing magic power. Wonderful, really wonderful. However, I don't like it."
The young man snapped his fingers lightly, and the next second, the shaking table returned to calm, the noisy sound disappeared, and even Plekiltson's giant magic circle shattered into nothingness.
The room belongs to the night.
Pletkierson was stunned for a moment before realizing that his spell had been interrupted without any warning and disappeared in an instant.
He wanted to cast magic again, but found that his magic power had disappeared.
No matter how he tried, he couldn't mobilize the magic power in his body, and he lost contact with the magic power.
"What happened?"
Mandy, who was near the door, didn't understand why Plekiltson suddenly stopped casting spells.
Shana was a little surprised, "It seems that he can't use magic..."
"Hey, why don't you do something? Why can't I use magic? Is your red crystal just for show? Speak!"
Plekiltson was mad, daring to try to communicate with the wand.
"Pay attention to your surroundings, teacher. You will find the answer."
Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the direction where the sound came from. Miss was still sitting there, with his fingers crossed under his chin, his eyes emitting a strange red light, which was very eye-catching in the dark night.
"Magic, why can you use magic?" The panicked Plekiltson looked around frantically.
Shana and Mandy also looked around, trying to find something.
Darkness, everything is submerged in darkness.
"Nothing at all?"
Miz snapped his fingers again, "Now look again."
A faint light appeared in the corner of the room, and the light was like thin threads interweaving in the air, forming a huge magic circle that enveloped the entire room.
Shana's lips trembled and she stuttered, "This... this is..."
"High-level forbidden magic..."
Plekiltson's eyes were empty and his mind was blank. He let the wand that originally belonged to Miss fall to the ground.
How is this possible? He can cast high-level magic that even I can't cast without using a wand!
I've never heard of any human being being able to use magic without a medium.
"Why, why can you use magic without a wand?"
Mis thought about it, stretched out his hands and said, "If you are not good at it, practice more."
"Isn't Misss LV2? Why can he use high-level magic that can only be cast by LV5?" Although Mandy is a swordsman, he still knows something about magicians.
Shana looked at the strange boy and shook her head, speechless.
Is he still that LV2 waste?
"Then how can you cast high-level magic?" Perhaps realizing that his death was approaching, Plegilson suddenly calmed down from his madness.
"Props, they are magic props!" Shana thought of something.
"The answer is correct, but there is no reward." Miss affirmed.
Standing up slowly, he left his seat for the first time, brushed past the completely desperate Plekielson, and squatted down beside Shana.
Under the girl's bewildered gaze, Miss snatched the sword, weighed it in his hand, and felt that the weight was just right.
"No, with your LV2 level of magic power, it is impossible to use props to limit the magic power of a LV4 quantitative magician. At least it is impossible to suppress it completely." Shana still found it unbelievable.
It was understandable that his magic power was suppressed by the item, but judging from Plekiltson's reaction, his magic power was indeed completely suppressed.
She was sure that Miss could not possibly possess such a huge amount of magic power.
Holding a long sword, Miss walked towards Plekiltson step by step.
"What if I say I used world-class props?"
Just as Miss finished his words, he felt a strong push on his back from behind Pletkielson. He lowered his head and saw half of the blood-stained sword appear in his sight.
"So I say, geniuses and the like, they deserve to die..."
Looking at Miss's back and Pletkierson lying in a pool of blood, Shana opened her mouth wide, her heart hanging in the air, and finally died.
Shaking off the blood on his hands, a figure emerged in Miss's mind. It was an introverted boy from a civilian family who followed him every day and called him "boss".
You're a coward who can't even skip class, bastard...
Sorry, I came back too late.
Turning back, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the blonde girl.
"Next, it's your turn."