Your notoriety is known to everyone.

After Rogers took his position, he no longer looked at the scene in the stands, but looked at the opponent in front of him.

Kaspar was wearing a short coarse cloth shirt, with the muscular lines on his arms slightly bulging. He was dragging a long sword in one hand, and as he walked forward, the sword made a rustling sound from time to time.

The expression on his face was even more defiant, and the way he looked at Rogers was like a butcher looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

It was not until he clearly saw the magic book flying out from behind Rogers that his expression darkened slightly.

"Hahaha, even if you have a magic item, you don't have the power to drive it now. Spending too much magic power on it will only accelerate your failure."

Caspar raised his eyebrows and soon sneered at Rogers, mocking his lack of experience, but his eyes revealed an unconcealable fear.

"Professor, can we begin?"

Rogers ignored the other party and looked up at Idrul in the air and asked.

After getting approval, the two of them moved more than 20 meters apart and waited for Idrul's announcement.

The people in the stands also came back to their senses from the atmosphere of welcoming the Saint and focused their attention on the arena.

"In the name of Saint Herte, the dean of Hilmi Academy, I hereby declare that the duel has begun!"

The moment Idrul raised his right hand and swung it down, Kaspar quickly chanted the mystical language that Logos was unfamiliar with, uttering a series of syllables and tones that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

At the same time, a faint glow of magic wrapped around his body, and the long sword held in both hands also emitted a crimson light.

"boom!"

Following a loud explosion, Kaspar stepped on the ground with his right foot, causing clouds of dust to rise.

With the help of the recoil force, his body seemed to turn into a flying arrow and rushed out, and the long sword left a bright red trail in the air.

Rogers looked at Caspar who was rushing towards him like a bull, and thought that as long as he showed the magic book, the other party would not even try to test him, but would be eager to get close to him.

With his mind racing, he held the open magic book in his left hand and pointed his right hand towards Kaspar with five fingers wide open. He silently grasped the rapidly shortening distance between the two of them, and at an appropriate moment, he shouted in his broken Landona language:

"The mist is calling!"

Kaspar smiled when he heard that, and he couldn't help but push off the ground again, speeding up as he approached Rogers, wondering if this stupid guy thought the fog could hinder his attack.

But then he instinctively realized that something was wrong. The two elements of water and fire collided violently in front of him. With a puff, thick and hot steam burst out and covered his entire body.

In an instant, intense pain and burning sensation exploded on his exposed skin, and the hot breath consciously penetrated into his nasal cavity, bringing with it stimulation and pain that ordinary people could not bear.

Rogers moved sideways to avoid Kaspar who was flying towards him due to inertia.

He watched the other person roll on the ground in a mess, and the sword in his hand slipped to the side.

"My child, you must remember that stupidity is not an obstacle to survival, but arrogance is."

Rogers slowly walked to the sword, picked it up, then slowly walked to Caspar, bent down and put the sword into his hand, warning him sincerely.

The steam burned Caspar's throat and lungs, making it difficult for him to utter complete syllables and even breathing became a little difficult.

But those red eyes, which were trying hard to open, conveyed boundless anger, and the face, which was swollen from being burned, became even more hideous.

"Okay, very spirited!"

Rogers stood up with a relieved smile. He was originally thinking about how to naturally stop Caspar from surrendering.

The opponent set the start of the duel, and he wanted to control the end of the duel.

A true ending.

Chapter 27: Something Must Be Gained (Two in One)

"He just called for the fog, right? What kind of fog is this?"

"Idiot! This isn't a mist at all! What kind of mist can burn someone to such an extent?!"

"Rogers is so cunning. If he hadn't called out the wrong spell on purpose, Caspar would definitely not have rushed in so quickly."

"Yes! I thought the mistake during the trial in front of the gate was just a misunderstanding, but now I feel like he was deliberately playing tricks on us!"

"How can he cast the spell normally even though he called the wrong spell name?"

Until this question was raised, the freshmen who were watching the game and discussing the issue came to a conclusion that even they themselves could not believe - casting spells without incantations.

This seemingly fraudulent, yet hair-raising operation can only be accomplished after one has completely gotten rid of the spell casting.

But as everyone knows, Rogers was promoted at the induction ceremony just three days ago.

More and more freshmen fell silent, and some even couldn't help but glance in Alice's direction, wondering in their hearts if it was possible for the saint to do such an outrageous thing?

“That wasn’t a spell without a spell, he just violently collided the water element with the fire element, and the reaction produced steam.

"It's just like what he did at the induction ceremony, but this time his control over magic is much higher than three days ago. It's probably because of the book."

Elina saw the confusion and shock on Lufia's face, and heard the ridiculous discussions of the people around her, so she leaned over to explain softly in her ear.

"As expected of Logos, he has easily accomplished what we cannot do." Lufia suddenly realized what was going on and looked at Logos with admiration in her eyes.

Elina opened her lips slightly, wanting to say something to Lufia, but in the end she was unable to express herself.

She pursed her lips silently, planning to pay close attention to Lufia's character development in the future. She felt that the more this innocent child spent time with Rogers, the more she would tend to develop in a worse direction.

"Hasn't he already won? What is he doing?" Lufia saw Rogers slowly put the sword back into Caspar's hand in the arena, and a look of confusion appeared on her young face again.

"I just remembered that we haven't reported the size of the school uniform yet?" Elina's face changed, and she suddenly pulled Lufia's arm and took her to leave the arena: "Anyway, Rogers has already won, there is no need to continue watching."

Lufia nodded in confusion, but her eyes kept looking at the situation in the arena out of curiosity.

However, Alina didn't give her much chance to hesitate and quickly dragged her away from the scene.

When Lufia left completely, Caspar used his strong willpower to struggle to stand up again.

Unfortunately, his throat was severely damaged and he could no longer utter any syllables related to the spell normally.

He glared fiercely at the enemy who was standing two steps ahead, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, but he was hesitant to take the next step.

Seeing this, Rogers frowned slightly and took a small tentative step forward.

Kaspar's body tensed up suddenly like a frightened rabbit, and he retreated sharply, his feet scraping the ground, while he raised his sword horizontally, ready to block.

The disorderly magic power was rippling randomly on the sword, and the fragmented light showed the uneasy state of mind of its owner at the moment.

"Alas...Caspar, I just wanted to admire your perseverance."

There was disappointment in Roger's eyes. He had originally wanted to use this duel to replicate a ritual similar to the sacrifice of Kevin.

But Caspar's cowardly behavior had already declared the ritual a failure.

"The purity is too low..."

Rogers shook his head and sighed, and the magic book in his hand suddenly began to turn the pages slowly. With each page turned, his magic power would increase by one point.

Over the past three days, he had been pouring power from the magic book, and now it was all returning to his body.

Just as Elina said, Rogers is currently unable to cast spells silently, and can't even cast basic spells smoothly.

But with the help of the power of the magic book, he can already use magic to roughly control various elements throughout the void.

"Do you remember the Eight Virtues of Chivalry?"

Caspar was a little confused by Rogers' question, but he couldn't help but subconsciously think of the knight's commandments he had been reciting since he was a child.

But the more he thought about it, the more surprised he felt.

He seemed to have forgotten what virtues a knight should possess.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, those precepts that were engraved in his growth seemed to have never appeared in his memory.

Shock and panic crept up his cheeks, and his burned body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The sudden encounter completely disrupted his mind, so much so that he did not notice that the powerful power of the earth element was constantly gathering under his feet.

Tentacles made of sand, stone and soil quietly broke out of the ground and slowly wrapped around Caspar's body and limbs.

When he finally remembered what the Eight Virtues of Chivalry were, he was suddenly aware of this horrifying anomaly.

Unfortunately it was already too late.

“I once read an interesting story in a miscellany about an ancient country that had a strange form of punishment.

"The torturer would fix the victim's entire body, then make a water dropper and place it in front of his face, letting water drop slowly, drop by drop, onto the victim's forehead.

"This punishment, which is obviously harmless, makes all the victims feel unbearable. Many people will become mentally ill after a short time..."

Caspar kept hearing Logos's narration in his ears, and his head was forced to face the sky by the tentacles.

A cloud of mist slowly condensed a foot away from his forehead.

"This bag of salt was not meant for this kind of place. You can only blame yourself for your cowardice, which led to these sad things."

Rogers looked at Caspar with eyes full of pity, grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it into the mist.

According to legend, the dripping water punishment was invented by King Zhou of Shang. In the story, the forehead of the person being punished would be gradually soaked until the skin fell off and he died.

However, after people verified it in reality, they found that there is no need to wait until that time.

Because this kind of punishment destroys not the human body, but the spirit.

In the past, many Chinese and foreign bloggers on the Internet have personally tried this kind of punishment for the sake of traffic. Few people can persist for more than an hour, and many people will even give up after more than ten minutes.

"I'm very sorry. I'm not a violent person. It's just that I've spent so much energy to duel with you, so I should get something in return, right?"

Rogers apologized to Caspar with an extremely guilty tone, and at the same time activated the [Liqi Special] and [Enlightenment Special].

After the apology, a drop of cold water fell on Caspar's head. The moment the salt water came into contact with the burned area, the strong stimulation immediately intensified the pain that was gradually subsiding.

But this is just the beginning…

"What on earth is Rogers doing? Do the nobles like this kind of play?"

A freshman didn't understand the current situation in the arena and asked his companions in confusion.

"Who knows? But he is so strong. Not only can he cast spells without a spell, but he can also cast multiple spells at the same time. Even if someone tells me now that he was promoted to bronze at birth, I will choose to believe it without hesitation." The companion shrugged in response.

"Haha, maybe that's true. Otherwise, it's too absurd that he can master magic skills to this extent just after awakening. Even the Saint Lady is different..."

As if he had noticed his slip of the tongue, he immediately stopped talking, glanced at the Saint's direction imperceptibly, and when he saw that she had no reaction, he immediately changed the subject and said:

"Now, Caspar has already lost, right? Why hasn't the dean spoken up to stop the duel? Shouldn't a notary have an obligation to persuade them?"

The corners of his companion's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, thinking about how to express it tactfully without asking questions that he couldn't answer one after another.

"Look! There seems to be something wrong with Caspar's expression!"

The freshman seemed to have discovered something unbelievable and quickly grabbed his companion's shoulder and pointed to the center of the field.

Not only them, but everyone watching has noticed that what Rogers is doing is not as simple as it seems.

Every ten seconds, drops of water would hit Caspar's forehead, causing only a little pain at first.

But then Caspar discovered that every time the water dripped, his body couldn't help but tense up, making it impossible for him to relax mentally.

As time slowly passed, a great fear emerged from his heart, constantly eroding his mind.

When he wanted to think about other things to divert his attention, the steady dripping of water would quickly bring him back to reality.

Absolute helplessness and great sorrow caused him to quickly slide towards collapse.

A chill spread from his spine to his whole body, as if an icy hand was tightly gripping his heart.

The tiny muscles between Caspar's eyebrows twitched, his eyes widened as wide as they could, almost bursting through the eye sockets, revealing the whites of his eyes, and his lifeless pupils slowly dilated.

His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, soaking his hairline. The expression on his cheeks was distorted and ferocious, and his wide-open mouth seemed to be emitting a silent roar.

"So fast?"

Rogers looked at Caspar's reaction in surprise. It felt like less than ten minutes had passed.

When he had just obtained the [Enlightenment Special Code], he tried to use it to bless the [Contract Special Code], and then found that the ability of the [Contract Special Code] to sign a contract with the greedy people had been greatly derived.

It has become possible not only to detect strong emotional fluctuations, but also to greatly incite the growth of negative emotions in others, and to verbally enter into contracts with others without the need for physical media.

A large part of Caspar's current situation was caused by the [Liqi Special Code].

As expected, none of the high-level perks are simple. Not only do they have diverse effects, they are also extremely versatile.

Rogers was very happy with the test of the special effect. With a satisfied smile on his face, he moved closer to Caspar and whispered in a low voice:

"Do you want it to end? Do you want to stop enduring this heart-wrenching punishment?

"Sweet relief will be yours if you promise to give us your body, your mind, your soul, everything you have."

Hearing this, Caspar's brows furrowed, his chin trembled slightly, and his mouth opened and closed strangely, emitting some hoarse and incomprehensible sounds.