Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

The arena used for individual and team competitions is the same.

However, since there are only two people on the huge arena, the initial distance is no longer that of standing at opposite ends of the arena, but rather that each person moves forward a certain distance until they are 500 meters apart.

"Both captains have entered the arena. Please get ready. Three seconds left in the countdown."

"three······"

"If you can't manage 500 meters, just add a running start."

Wang Yi hefted the Crimson Blood Halberd in his hand to test its feel.

Although the first time this move was used, it was only on a 100-meter stage, which was much closer than it is now.

But even as a clone, he is far stronger now than he was back then.

The method doesn't have to be new, as long as it works.

"two······"

Junichiro Yamamoto is about 1.6 meters tall. He is wearing a popular samurai outfit that has been modified over several generations in Japan. He has a ronin-style braid and a Japanese sword tied at his waist. He leans slightly forward and looks quite formidable.

Just looking at the guy opposite him, holding a blood-red weapon that was much taller than himself, he instantly lost the idea of ​​close combat.

He wasn't good at close combat anyway, and dressing like this was just a fashion trend, a way to promote his country's culture. The decorative function of the Japanese sword far outweighed its practical use.

"Another melee fighter? Today's match is a complete mess. Looks like we can't let him close the gap."

Junichiro Yamamoto was on high alert, his fingertips trembling slightly as he prepared to unleash his magic.

"one!"

"The match begins!"

At the host's command, Wang Yi's three spells were released almost instantly.

A body of golden light, a heart of a blazing dragon, and an untamed flame.

Chi!

The top was stretched into strips of cloth by the rapidly expanding body, the sneakers were pierced by the growing claws, and the specially chosen elastic bottoms were also clearly stretched to show scales and muscle lines.

For the first time, the body of the Fiery Dragon was displayed before everyone without any restraint, with vertical golden pupils, sharp teeth, and scales covering its body.

Although it was only slightly taller than the Crimson Blood Halberd, less than three meters tall, its magnificent and powerful appearance instantly caught everyone's attention.

"Warcraft?"

"What kind of creature is this?"

"It's probably a transformation magic similar to the Lava Body."

"I've never seen one like it before. Could it be that a new magical beast has appeared in China?"

"This perfect body is simply too powerful!"

Not only the spectators in the stands, but even high-ranking officials from some countries who noticed this scene were moved.

After all, this is a completely new kind of magic that has never been recorded before.

"Damn, they've kept it well hidden. I knew those Chinese guys were hiding something. This transformation magic was never reported to the Global Mage Federation... Luckily, we did the same. It's worth it."

click!

Several small cracks appeared on the arena beneath Wang Yi's feet, and then his figure disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye; one could only barely discern Wang Yi's trajectory by relying on the scattered flames.

"What monster! Keep your distance! How the hell am I supposed to keep my distance?!"

When Yamamoto Junichiro saw this scene, he was almost stunned on the spot. Fortunately, he was a genius mage who had been through many battles. After a moment of confusion, he immediately reacted and threw the magic in his hand at Wang Yi.

Since the speed is too fast to be detected, a comprehensive attack must be launched to block the opponent's attack route.

puff!

Four pillars of fire, each a different color, rose one after another in front of Junichiro Yamamoto, their flames shooting into the sky and erupting towards Wang Yi's position from near to far.

A divine-grade attack magic, Four Pillars of Fire.

"You're playing with fire against me, what a waste."

Even without the Flame King by its side, the dragon scale defense and fire resistance inherent in the Flame Dragon's body can ignore divine-grade fire magic for a short period of time.

However, it's not necessary to get burned when fighting Yamamoto Junichiro.

boom!

With his left foot stomping on the ground, leaving a clear dragon claw footprint on the arena, Wang Yi stopped perfectly just before rushing into the Four Pillars of Fire.

The force rose from the ground, flowed throughout his body, and amplified continuously, finally culminating in the throwing of the Crimson Blood Halberd with his right arm.

The moment it left his hand, a circular wave of energy seemed to envelop the Crimson Blood Halberd.

Wang Yi felt the roar and trembling of every bone and muscle in his body for the first time in a long time.

Without the support of many passive magic spells, the clones rely solely on their dragon-formed bodies, which puts a considerable strain on them.

Fortunately, that one strike was enough.

If Yamamoto can handle this, then what's wrong with admitting defeat? If he can't, then sorry, life and death are in the hands of fate.

At least Wang Yi has tried his best to avoid the vital points.

A hole suddenly appeared in the four pillars of fire that shot into the sky, forming a passage with a diameter of one meter, connecting Wang Yi and Yamamoto Junichiro.

The flames in the middle seemed to have been melted away by something.

Then came the high-pitched whooshing sound, collected by the sound equipment on the ring and played throughout the entire venue, accompanied by a piercing electrical hum like popping microphones, tormenting the eardrums of all the spectators.

"Oh! My ears!"

"Baojuan, Baojuan, I can't hear you anymore!"

"And the result? How did it go?"

"Shit, don't look!"

"They didn't censor it?"

"How tragic..."

Wang Yi, the instigator of all this, turned around, casually dispelled the flames, his dragon scales disappeared, his body shrank, revealing his bare feet and bare arms, and walked off the stage.

The moment the Crimson Blood Halberd left his hand, the outcome of the match was already decided.

The only uncertainty is whether Junichiro Yamamoto will survive.

Wang Yi ultimately held back; he didn't know Yamamoto Junichiro before, and it wouldn't be appropriate to involve him too much.

Of course, even if he didn't die, Yamamoto's current fate is certainly not good.

How to describe it? He used to be 1.6 meters tall, but now he's probably only 6.

"Medical help! Medical help! Save him quickly!"

Official staff members waiting below the arena rushed onto the stage, unleashing a powerful burst of energy.

"Quickly, stabilize his life, he's about to die!"

"Can my lower body be recovered?"

"Well, the weapon was too big; only my lower leg is still intact."

"We still need to clean it up and protect the survivors. As long as the person doesn't die on the stage, our mission is complete. Go and gather up the remaining pieces and hand them over to their countrymen. Let them worry about it themselves."

The other side of the arena was in chaos. It wasn't until Wang Yi had walked two hundred meters away that he heard the host stammeringly announce the result.

"The victor... Wang Yi from Huaxia Beijiang Magic University!"

The stands were buzzing with excitement, occasionally punctuated by cheers.

The Magic High School World League has been going on for almost two weeks now, and it's estimated that such a bloody scene is quite rare.

As Wang Yi stepped off the stage and passed by the staff, he politely said in English:

"Please retrieve my weapon and bring it to my lounge."

The Crimson Halberd flew forward, and the slight obstacle from Yamamoto Junichiro did not slow it down at all. Finally, it plunged into the wall of the arena.

Hopefully, the venue is constructed with solid materials, so that the Crimson Blood Halberd won't penetrate too deeply.

"Okay...okay, please wait a moment."

The staff nodded vigorously.

Wang Yi shook his head. Really, America isn't even willing to send a few extraordinary mages to the scene to maintain order, protect the participants, and handle various emergencies?

Or is it that you feel the battles in the preliminary rounds are just children playing house and you can't be bothered to care?

It seems the league is quite brutal.