An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Judging the outcome of a stalemate by the amount of casualties caused is reasonable, and even Malone agrees with this approach, but he does not agree with Xie Nian's view.
He immediately frowned and retorted:
"If it's an actual battle, we have to consider many factors,"

"For example, the dagger contains a deadly poison. If your people are stabbed by it, they will not survive."

"In a real fight without restricting the enemy's means, spells and magical weapons will enhance the overall strength. With all due respect, your judgment is too arbitrary."

Hearing this, Xie Nian looked at the weapon in Wei'er's hand and was silent for a moment:

"What do you think the verdict should be?"

Instead of leaders arguing among themselves, it is better to let those who compete with each other decide.

At this time, Weier decisively stepped back and gracefully put away her sword, saluted her opponent to show that this was a friendly and great competition, and then said:

"I lost."

"What? No! You..."

Will opened his eyes wide and quickly shook his head in denial.

Before he could finish his words, Weier took a deep breath and interrupted:

"I should have won with my sword skills, not... After all, this is not a fight to the death, it has to be fair."

After declaring her failure, Weier turned around and hurried back to the team.
He came to stand beside Yingxin and said softly:

"Feel sorry."

"……It doesn't matter."

Although she said she didn't care, Yingxin's face looked extremely ugly, and her fists were clenched tightly, and it was obvious that her words and actions were inconsistent.

After all, this is our first defeat and there is no room for error from now on. It's hard not to be nervous.

On the contrary, the atmosphere in the other group was much more relaxed.
When the winner Will returned to the queue, he was praised by his partners one after another, but he himself could not be happy and remained silent.

Fair? There is no restriction in the rules of the competition that prohibits the use of a second weapon!

Actively giving up victory, the motive is suspicious...

The first game came to an end. Ma Long turned around and looked at Border Blade meaningfully. It was not difficult for him to guess the other party's little thoughts.
But he saw through it but didn't say it, and then he called out:
"Asdelon."

"No, are you kidding me? You have to see me get beaten up black and blue to be happy? That guy is a man!"

"Anyway, no matter what you say, I have only one answer: I won't go."

Astelon was full of resentment and refused to obey the captain's arrangement.

He stood there with his hands folded across his chest. Even though Ma Long was staring at him with sharp eyes, he remained unmoved and simply turned his head away, pretending he didn't see anything...

She was the weakest fighter in the team, and could only bully Gale, who didn't use magic. What's more, her opponent was a man.

Given the gender differences, it would be strange if she could win the fight. She didn't want her pretty face to be disfigured.

Then, Ying Xin nodded in agreement:
"Ma Long, change someone else as she wishes. We can't lose again."

In his opinion, the only reliable thing about this derivative was its mouth and beauty. As for other aspects...

Suddenly Gale stepped forward and offered to "fight".

"I come."

"...No! Two mages..."

Malone was unable to completely say no, and Gail smiled and explained:
"I know why you are worried. You know, what every wizard is proud of is not the magic he has mastered, but his wisdom."

As the intellectual ceiling of the team, how could she not know the purpose of the Holy Knight's arrangement?
Competitions between wizards do not necessarily involve a magic duel between the two sides. It is more likely that they will engage in verbal debates and solve various problems in a peaceful way.

Of course, there are also those who can’t win an argument with the angry ones in the magic world. There are all kinds of birds in the forest.
But at least Gail doesn't think he's that kind of person.

At this point, Malone didn't have much to say. They weren't throwing fireballs or other spells at each other, so what reason was there to stop them?

Seeing him finally nod in agreement, Gale's smile grew wider.

Without saying a word, he strode forward with great confidence, leaning on the staff in his hand.

At the same time, in the other team, the pale-skinned man with a cabbage-like hairstyle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone else coming on the field.
Make a joke with a slightly affected expression and action:

"Phew~ I have nothing to do here. Oh, come on, Gail."

"At least... don't lose too badly~"

As soon as these words came out, the female shadow frowned and scolded coldly:
"Shut up, Asdeln. You can be lazy, but don't make people upset. If Gale doesn't perform well, you won't have an easy time!"

Their team took the lead, and if they win another game, they will win the final victory.
No need for a third inning.

The male Gael looked at the female version and smiled, then stepped forward with equal confidence.

Both parties were confident in their own wisdom. They stared at each other for a moment and then performed the ritual of touching their chests.

A fierce "battle" began.

From ancient mysteries and the origin of magic to the specific steps of small alchemical experiments, it is all involved, with questions and answers in sequence, and the content almost covers most of the recorded knowledge in the world!
It can be said that they are walking libraries!

The other Muggles present were completely confused and couldn't understand what the two were saying.
The only way to tell who has the advantage is through their aura and expressions. Unfortunately, after dozens of minutes, the two are still evenly matched.
He never stopped talking, chattering away! And he became more and more excited.

"Don't they...have dry mouths?"

Suddenly, the strong man Karak scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Maybe these two are just competing to see who gets their mouths dry first~"

Astelon raised an eyebrow and responded half-jokingly.

She wasn't just joking. After all, a dry mouth can really make the difference between victory and defeat. The feeling of smoke in the throat is unbearable and one will be unable to utter a word.

After a long battle of words, the two Gaels' status gradually declined.

The throat becomes increasingly dry and hot, and the white-hot stage has arrived!
"Ahem... you've read as many books as I do."

Enduring the sore throat, Gale praised his opponent from the bottom of his heart.

The male Gale coughed twice, trying to maintain a smile, and responded in a hoarse voice:
"You're welcome... ahem ~ you too."

They have both reached their limits and can no longer continue, making it even harder to determine who is better. The amount of knowledge on both sides is basically at the same level.
If we really have to determine the winner, I'm afraid we can only talk about the ancient secrets that no one has ever touched upon or known!

"I have a suggestion... How about a tie between you and me? If your throat is damaged, it will be difficult to recite spells in the future."

After a brief and careful consideration, the male Gael suggested in a very serious and low voice.

Hearing this, Gale shook his head decisively and refused:

"Sorry... No, a tie is particularly disadvantageous for the next game."

"Our Yingxin will definitely beat yours. If we win, lose, and tie, wouldn't that mean it's a dead end? Therefore, we can win or lose in this match, but we can't tie."

Although the priest is not the main force of the team, his fighting ability should not be underestimated!
Before Wei'er and Karak joined the team, he was the captain's most capable right-hand man in battle. In the next battle, Ying Xin will definitely go all out.
Spend half of your life learning just for victory!

"…Why are you so sure?"

"No reason, I just trust him simply because he is my partner."

(End of this chapter)