Anger, panic, pain, resentment, sorrow... In a short moment, five expressions flashed across Hank's face before he fell straight backward, covering his nose and whimpering in pain.
The spell he had just cast was interrupted and then vanished. Hank felt as if his nose had been smashed off by that blow, and the pain made him unable to control his tears and cries of agony.
As for fighting… that was completely out of his mind right now!
One blow… and he was down?
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone stared at Amy, who was wielding a mage staff twice her height, their expressions strange.
They had all been wondering what magic Amy would use to counter him, but none had expected her method to be so simple and brutal.
However, it must be said that the feeling of satisfaction when that staff struck the guy's face, watching him fall to the ground with a contorted expression, then sobbing and whimpering, was indescribable. All the anger they had felt that morning instantly dissipated.
"Has Hank lost?" The young mages from the Mage Tower were completely panicked. George had just come to his senses when Hank, their strongest member, was knocked down with a single blow. If he lost like this, none of them would be a match for Amy, and they would have lost today's challenge.
"How could she have mastered melee magic so perfectly and powerfully in just one month? Melee magic demands the utmost control over magical elements and exceptional physical coordination." Albert stared at Amy in disbelief. With his abilities, he could see much more. Whether it was the strike that tore through the vines or the subsequent blow that knocked Hank down, Amy's control over unleashing magic at short distances was unbelievable.
Even if he was to learn the same magic for a month now, he wasn't confident he could do better than Amy. After all, he had the foundation of a level seven mage and possessed considerable skill in controlling magical elements.
It must be admitted that geniuses do exist in this world. Compared to them, age and effort seem somewhat laughable.
"In that case, this challenge and the plan to humiliate Crassus will likely fall through. The Mage Tower has become a stepping stone for her to make a name for herself." Albert looked at Amy with mixed feelings. With two great mages, Crassus and Yulian, as her masters, and such amazing talent, he already saw a new star rising rapidly in the mage world, perhaps even faster than the elven princess of yesteryear.
"So this is melee magic! It's like being a knight with magic powers. So cool!"
"Teacher, teacher, can we learn magic when we grow up? We want to learn melee magic too."
"In that case, does this mean our Chaos Academy won this challenge?"
"So this student is actually the most powerful mage in our academy!"
The silence lasted only a moment before waves of cheers erupted from the crowd, and children eagerly inquired of their teachers if they could learn melee magic.
"Great!" Greenton exclaimed, clenching his fist in delight. What had seemed like a humiliating defeat had been completely reversed by Amy's appearance, and they now even had a chance to win the challenge after four consecutive years of losses.
"The battle isn't over yet, is it?" Norvan smiled as well, his gaze lingering on the mage staff in Amy's hand for a moment before turning to Hank, who was still sprawled on the ground.
"Green-haired Monster, I told you to cry quieter. It wouldn't be good if you scared the children." Amy said seriously, looking at Hank.
Hank covered his nose, knelt up, and glared at Amy, his eyes filled with anger. This little one had interrupted his spell casting! If he could cast Berserk Arrow Rain, he would definitely win. Losing to a half-elf little brat, he'd rather be dead.
"Representative of the Mage Tower, do you admit defeat?" Capas asked Hank.
"I refuse to accept this!" Hank pressed his hand to the ground and stood up abruptly. He raised his hand and a green light appeared in front of him, quickly forming a spherical wooden shield that enveloped him. Then he rapidly chanted a spell, still the spell for Berserk Arrow Rain.
"You refuse to accept this?" Amy frowned, then raised her hand and swung her staff again.
"Splat!"
The wooden shield that had easily blocked the attacks of Klaus and his two companions earlier was like paper in front of the purple-glowing mage staff, instantly torn apart. The staff then struck his face, this time the trajectory of the spurting blood from his nose was more perfect, and his cry was louder and clearer.
"Do you accept it or not?"
"I refuse to accept this!"
"Bang!"
"Do you accept it or not?"
"I don't..."
"Bang!"
"Do you accept it or not?"
"I..."
"Bang!"
"Waaah... I... I haven't even said anything yet..."
"Bang!"
Amy looked at Hank, who was lying three meters away and had turned into a bloody pig's head, and shrugged apologetically, saying, "Sorry, I got carried away hitting you, but you should admit defeat this time, right?"
Hank knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, and looked up at Amy with a hint of resentment. His body was trembling, and tears were streaming down his face.
This was the first time in his life he had suffered such humiliation.
But she had already proven that no matter what he did, he couldn't unleash the Berserk Arrow Rain before the magic staff hit his face, and a deep despair enveloped him.
"Am I really going to admit defeat like this? To a half-elf little bastard?" Hank clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his chest heaved violently. No, he couldn't do it. To admit defeat to a half-elf little brat was worse than killing him.
"Representative of the Mage Tower, do you admit defeat?" Capas asked Hank. The outcome of this match was already clear: once a melee mage gets close, they are a nightmare for ranged mages—this was common knowledge in the mage world.
Today, this match witnessed the rise of a youngest melee mage. Amy's melee magic strength has reached at least level four, and her ranged magic has also reached level four.
A four years old level four dual-cultivation mage, today's two matches are enough to make her an overnight sensation and become the most watched genius mage in the mage world.
"It seems he's too subdued to speak. Seeing how pitiful you are, I won't hit you anymore." Amy looked at Hank with a pitiful expression, put away her Wind and Fire Wheels, landed back on the ground, and prepared to put away her mage staff.
"You brat! Go to hell!" Just then, Hank, with a ferocious expression, suddenly pulled out a silver bead from his pocket and threw it towards Amy. A thunderous roar erupted, and a ball of lightning flew rapidly toward Amy, so fast that the eyes could barely keep up.
"Watch out!" the teacher standing not far from Amy exclaimed, a flash of light appearing on her magic wand as she tried to create a protective shield, but the distance and the speed of the ball of lightning made it impossible for her to react in time.
"Damn it!" Crassus threw his lunchbox away from the stands and disappeared from his seat in the blink of an eye.
"Fireball!" Amy almost subconsciously uttered the word as she watched the rapidly approaching ball of lightning. The purple-gold color in the prophecy stone at the tip of her mage staff instantly erupted, and a purple-gold fireball was launched to meet the ball of lightning.