In a tower near the square.
A group of high-ranking figures from the Lordamere Sorcerer Academy had gathered. They were all old Stigmata Sorcerers, and they were all paying attention to this duel.
"What do you think?" the old white-robed Magus asked with a smile. Can our Child of Truth defeat a fifth-level Dark Shaman apprentice?”
"It's too difficult."
"It's basically impossible."
The old Magi shook their heads.
"It's probably because the Scion of Truth cultivated for too short a time.”
"Even if his spiritual power talent exceeds the limit, he won't be able to advance many ranks in a short two months. He couldn't absorb elemental magic power, which restricted his growth.”
"Other than rank, there's also witchcraft!"
"He has just entered the Magus World, and has never gone to the lecture hall to listen. I think he doesn't know many spells, maybe only one or two.”
"His rank and spells are inferior to Ocus, so how can he win?”
" I don't know what he's thinking. Could it be that the glorious title of the Scion of Truth has made him abnormally arrogant and ignore an opponent far stronger than him?”
The old Magi frowned as they discussed.
The Scion of Truth was the pride of the Lordamere Sorcerer Academy, and entrusted their hopes for the future. They must not become arrogant, or else the Scion of Truth would die miserably.
In the Magus World, there was no shortage of geniuses who died prematurely.
"This duel is not a bad thing."
"Failure can make Laker face himself and learn to respect the power of the strong.”
"We care too little about the Child of Truth, Laker. We can't let him stay in that courtyard and cultivate alone. We have to guide him in the right direction.”
"I am qualified for this mission."
"You can't. Only I have the ability to teach the Child of Truth.”
The topic changed.
The old white-robed Magus shook his head." The Scion of Truth has just started his journey as a Magus. We have enough time to teach him. As for who would be his teacher, he would decide after he chose the path of a wizard.”
Hearing this, the old Magi who were arguing were instantly disappointed.
Then, they glared at each other angrily.
The white-robed old Magus looked at the dean of the Dark Shaman Branch.""Wizard Morse, this duel was initiated by a student of your academy, so I'll leave it to you to preside over.”
"Yes, Director."
Wizard Morse nodded.
The dean wanted him to protect the Child of Truth.
Wizard Morse's body exploded into a cloud of gray mist and disappeared.
"How's that child, Silvana?" the old white-robed Magus suddenly asked.”
"My student's talent is only slightly inferior to the Child of Truth's," the dean of the Dark Conjurer Branch said with a smile."It won't be long before he advances to a level-four Dark Conjurer apprentice. With her talent and hard work, she would definitely become a Stigmata Sorcerer in the future, and even have the hope of becoming a Celestial!”
"Breaking through to truesoul is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'll definitely be stronger than you, my teacher.”
"Then I'm also very satisfied."
The dean of the Dark Conjurer Branch laughed.
The surrounding old Magi felt sour in their hearts.
Nowadays, it was not easy to find an outstanding student.
Not to mention that Sylvana had a ninth-circle Elemental Affinity. She was simply a genius among geniuses. Unfortunately, her affinity was for the Dark Element, so she could only go to the Dark Conjurer Division.
"What's with your expressions? Cheer up. You'll be able to find better students in the future.”
"Haha…"
The old Magi gritted their teeth.
If it wasn't for the fact that they were afraid of affecting the students in the square not far away, they would definitely join hands and beat up this smug old fellow on the spot.
……
In the square ~
Hundreds of thousands of people were waiting for the duel to begin.
But at this moment, a gray fog of the dead suddenly appeared, and Wizard Morse descended onto the arena.
His appearance caused the entire square to become lively.
"It's Sir Wizard Morse!"
"The dean of the Dark Sorcery Branch, a high-level Stigmata Sorcerer who controls the power of the Law of the Dead, has actually come personally.”
"Why is he here?"
"I don't need to guess to know that it's because of Laker.”
Wizard Morse didn't look at Laker. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at Oaks.
As a powerful Stigmata Dark Shaman, his body was constantly emitting a terrifying aura of the Death Spirit Law, causing the temperature in the square to drop instantly.
As for Ocus, whose face had turned pale from his sidelong glance.
" M-Mr. Director??"
"Oaks, you did well!"
Hearing this, Ox was so scared that his legs went weak.
As expected, he provoked the Child of Truth and successfully angered the important figures of the academy. Even the dean of the Dark Shaman Branch Court personally came to mock him.
However, he didn't realize that Wizard Morse was really praising him.
For people at the level of Stigmata like them, the defeat of the Child of Truth Laker wasn't a big deal at all. On the contrary, the defeat in the early stages was more beneficial to the growth of the Child of Truth.
Ocus, well done!
Only by letting these important figures see the 'flaws' of the Child of Truth and correct them could they become the true pride of Lordamir.
" I'll host this competition," Wizard Morse said." Whichever side admits defeat means the competition is over!"”
"Let's begin!"
He waved his right hand and set up a death enchantment that enveloped the entire arena.
……
"Soul Summoning Technique!"
Oaks looked at Laker.
Gritting his teeth, he cast the Dark Shaman's signature spell.
As a Dark Shaman, if he admitted defeat without even casting the Soul Summoning Technique, wouldn't he think that the spectators were fools?
As the Witchcraft Seal exploded in front of Ocus.
A gray door about three meters long appeared on the stage.
That was the Undead Space Gate!
Behind the door were the Undead Servants that Oaks had " stored ".
When the Undead Space Gate was opened, a group of Skeleton Warriors holding decayed longswords rushed out from behind the door.
Five Skeleton Warriors.
Each of them had the combat ability of an ordinary Level-3 Sorcerer-Apprentice.
Ocus thought, If he can't even defeat five Skeleton Warriors, I'll be forced to win this competition. Even if the dean blames me, I'll accept it.”
Five Skeletal Warriors was his bottom line. No matter how few they were, the spectators would definitely think that he was faking the match and join forces to denounce him.
"Five Skeleton Warriors?"
Laker frowned.
He could easily wipe out five Undead Servants with a Firebird spell.
Was this the power of a Level 5 Dark Shaman Apprentice?
Too weak, so weak that he couldn't understand.
"So be it. I just want to test my Soul Summoning Spell and see what kind of undead I can summon. Although there are a lot of people watching…"
Laker didn't think much of it and waved his wand.
This wand came from the Resource Hall. It had the Death Attribute and could greatly increase the power of Dark Witchcraft. This was especially true for the Dark Shaman's natal witchcraft, the Soul Summoning Spell, which could be amplified by about two times.
In an instant, the Soul Summoning spell exploded in front of Laker.
Dense undead energy gathered around him and quickly formed a huge door.
This door was shockingly 30 meters tall. It was densely covered with runes and was completely dark. It stood on the stage and was very eye-catching.
"Door to the Underworld?"
Oaks was stunned for a moment.
Then, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Why is his Underworld Gate so tall?”
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