Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

"Sister Olivia..." Little Red Riding Hood Alena grabbed her arm and cried, "Where have you been?"

"You have no idea how terrifying it was..." Alena's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed. "There were so many people..."

Olivia remained expressionless, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes. She gently patted the socially awkward junior student and said, "Oh...it's nothing, just showing an elderly person over a hundred years old around."

"What do you want to play?" Alena looked up, as if she wanted to play too.

"Kids should focus on their studies!" Olivia's little face turned serious.

"I'm not a little kid!" Alena declared, arms crossed, her face righteously assertive. "I'm a big kid!"

......

"Great King...a battle is raging in the forest!"

Roland opened his eyes, his magic slightly circulating, and in the next moment, his gaze pierced through the dense forest to see the distant scenery.

Lightning, puppets, and that familiar person.

"So he was Killian..." Roland raised an eyebrow. No wonder he came to him that day and said some strange things. He thought Killian was crazy.

"However..." Roland's gaze turned cold. He stood up, and in the next moment, all the alchemical equipment appeared on his body: "I hate those who destroy nature!"

Unbeknownst to him, Roland had already devoted himself to his path as a wizard, the way of nature, which is the destiny of every botanical wizard.

"Adam, your turtle shell won't last long, get out here and die!" Killian held his wand, his attitude of looking down on everything, staring intently at Adam who was constantly expanding his fortress in the distance.

The magical sub-direction of constructing the fortress is quite mysterious. At this point, Adam was clearly in dire straits, and the fortress was already in ruins under the puppet's lightning strikes. Yet, it is unknown what kind of magic was used, or whether alchemical knowledge was incorporated during its construction.

This fortress was mobile, like a bulldozer, constantly advancing, knocking down trees, absorbing them, and then shooting sharp wooden guns from a large pipe at the back of the fortress.

When Roland arrived, he was somewhat depressed. Along the way, he had felt the sadness of nature.

"You are..." Adam's voice echoed from within the fortress, trembling slightly as he exclaimed with delight, "Classmate, let's work together to defeat Killian..."

Before the words had even faded, Roland's gaze turned icy as he stared at the mobile fortress base. He raised his palm, and the Orinland Magic Wand and the doubling effect of the Leverage Star Chart were superimposed at that moment.

"Floating jets!"

The next moment, a flash of white light appeared, and the purple jet mushroom suddenly shot out a huge purple bubble from its mouth, rushing towards the fortress with lightning speed.

Rumble

A series of deafening sounds rang out as the enormous purple bubbles, like cannonballs, blasted into the fortress Adam had built.

"What is this...?" Killian's expression was strange. He stared at the floating spray mushroom behind Roland with a curious look on his face: "I didn't expect you to be able to get a floating spray mushroom as the foundation plant for a third-class apprentice."

"But..." Killian's expression suddenly turned extremely ferocious: "What's the use then?"

"Roland, since you're courting death, then let's settle all our old and new scores. I'll send you on your way first!"

Suddenly, Roland heard a thunderous sound, and streaks of blue light appeared behind him. He turned around and saw that the Asmai puppet that Killian had been standing next to had somehow appeared behind him and was slashing at Roland.

Lightning surged, transforming into a thunderstorm!

Killian's lips curled into a smug grin, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. He clutched his chest and laughed wildly, "Ha ha..."

"Roland, enjoy the power of lightning."

"My Asmai puppet contains a 0.5-level electric spell called 'Chain Lightning.' One strike will paralyze you from head to toe."

"With the addition of my magically enhanced 'Magic Power Sword,' this strike will surely kill you."

"Tremble, fear! This is a top-quality puppet that sells for five hundred magic stones. You should feel honored to die at his hands."

"You must have spent a lot of magic stones to get here. I estimate that you'll have to pay for this injury for the rest of your life."

......

"Very good, that's it. Use the magic-powered sword to defeat Roland and take down Adam." In the arena stands, Sane watched Killian's battle and smiled: "The Asmai puppet is invincible at the third-class apprentice stage. Killian's victory is a foregone conclusion."

"By then, I will also be able to make a fortune using the magic stone gambling platform."

Sane stared wide-eyed at the numbers on the roulette wheel. This time, the Sane family would make a fortune.

The Hope family, the champions of the tournament, want it; and Sane wants the magic stone in the betting odds too!

Olivia gazed at the image in the crystal ball, a sense of unease rising within her. She raised her hands in a pleading voice, "You can't lose, Roland."

"That's a thousand magic stones. If you lose, we'll really go bankrupt."

"I didn't earn these magic stones easily, you must have absolute confidence in me to ask me to do this, right? You must have!"

"Sister Olivia, what's wrong..." Alena looked up at Olivia with a puzzled expression. Why was she suddenly trembling?

"It's nothing..." Olivia's face showed heartache, and she lowered her head sadly. "I'm heartbroken for Roland..."

"Waaah..."

Alena suddenly spoke up, "Sister Olivia, look, Brother Roland won!"

Olivia looked up abruptly, her amber eyes initially filled with confusion, then revealing a look of shock: "When did Roland become so rich?"

"Am I all alone, this poor wretch?"

.......

After the chain lightning spell was cast, charred marks remained on the spot. Roland stretched his limbs, a cold glint in his eyes: "Just as expected, trash man paired with trash puppet!"

"Who are you trying to impress with such little power?"

"Increase the power!" Roland scoffed. "It can't even penetrate the spells that come with my wizard's robes, yet it calls itself a masterpiece among puppets. What a piece of trash."

As the lightning dissipated, three ice shields radiating a chilling aura appeared around Roland. This sight not only shocked Killian, who was fighting him, but also drew gasps from the spectators and even the upperclassmen.

Senior Moro sat on the stage, his expression changing several times before finally settling on this look: "?"

"Isn't Roland an apprentice from elsewhere? Doesn't he always complain about being poor?"

"Como, how many magic stones does this wizard's robe cost?" Moro asked an apprentice behind him who was fiddling with the parts.

"Five hundred magic stones, Senior Moro." Como pushed up his glasses, then scrutinized Roland's entire body, revealing an envious expression: "Besides this Frost Armor Wizard Robe with a 0.5-level defensive spell, his wand is the Orlinland Wand, which can instantly cast a 0.5-level Entangling Roots spell and has a 50% spell amplification effect."

"By the way, if I'm not mistaken, his shoes and pendant are alchemical artifacts."

"I estimate the total price of all the alchemy equipment will be around 2000 magic stones!"

"Oh my god... why didn't you say so earlier?" Moro's expression changed, and he quickly summoned everyone from the House of Wizards: "This is the moment to get rich! Everyone lend me your magic stones, I want to choose Roland as the champion."