Dominate the world in three weeks?

Many people think about the future this night, but the night will eventually pass.When the first ray of sunshine hit the earth, the school qualifying competition finally reached the fifth day.

Terrence's match was in the second round, and just like Esiah said, his opponent was this teenager.

But before Terrence stepped into the ring, an eye-catching news swept the entire campus—in the first round of competition that just ended, three alchemists all won the duel against the mage!

This is simply the best result an alchemist has achieved in a group arena in recent years, and the competition schedule has just passed halfway!

Terrence couldn't help smiling.

The superiority of alchemy is obvious before the eighth level, because the combination of different elemental magic will show more powerful power - but because of the hardness of the alchemy materials, the engraving of spells can only accommodate up to the eighth level of energy , so more capable mages often disdain to use alchemy props in battle.

So why is alchemist always at a disadvantage in such a low-level school qualifying competition?

Because people who choose to learn alchemy often attribute themselves to "unfortunate".They are the outcasts of the family, they have no talent as mages, they are ridiculed as having no fighting spirit.Alchemy really seems to have become a tool just to make money.

Even the Mages Guild regards alchemy as a side art.

Therefore, none of the students are willing to work hard on the competition. They follow the steps and only want to make ends meet after finishing their studies. They never think that they can make any achievements in this area.

And now, someone finally ignited the fighting spirit.

But this is not enough, Terrence thought, his purpose is not as simple as making these people learn how to fight.

He looked towards the ring, where Esaiah was already standing there waiting for him.

Terrence put aside the extra thoughts in his head and stepped up the steps.

"If I win, will you grant me a request?" Esaiah said suddenly.

Terrence blinked. He shrugged and said, "If your request is reasonable and I can do it, why not?"

"Let's get started, sorry." Esaiah bowed.

The moment his voice fell, dust suddenly rose above the ring—this was a small elementary spell belonging to an earth mage.

Terrence could only tightly close his eyes in the suffocating dust, and he did not act rashly. Moisture gathered around him and turned into drizzle and fell down.The air is full of moisture, and the ground is also moist because of the rainfall.

The dust dissipated completely.

But Ethiopia's second wave of offensive has struck.

He threw a small metal ball while Terrence closed his eyes, and the purple electric light formed a vast ocean in the air—forget it, Terrence would use water spells, and Esaiah took out it almost at the same time. Alchemy props.

The lightning spread extremely fast, and Terrence's clothes were burned a few times by the crackling lightning, and his outer skin felt a burst of stinging pain. If it wasn't for the power of the spell released, Terrence might Has lost the ability to move.

He condensed the wood element and drove the thunder element out of his body.A hard branch appeared in his hand, twisted into the shape of a short knife, cutting the spinning metal ball in half.The prop was not strong as Terrence expected.

Terrence took advantage of the victory and pursued, quickly approaching Esaiah under the blessing of the wind, and took the short knife to slash at Esaiah's neck, but several staggered metal sticks protruded from behind Esaiah, bending in the direction to block the attack. In front of him, the wooden short knife was firmly clamped by the metal rod, and Terrence couldn't take it out at all.

He resolutely let go, gave up his weapon, and had a glistening dagger in his hand.The dagger itself was like a pool of clear water, and when it passed through the metal rod, there was no sound at all, as if the flowing water was blocked by stones and divided into two halves.It then rejoined as it ran over the metal rod, leaving a slender gash across Esiah's collarbone.Essia reluctantly opened a box engraved with a magic circle, and the seeds lying inside germinated and grew rapidly when exposed to the air, wrapped around metal sticks, and the excess branches swung towards Terrence like a whip.

Terrence's waist was hit, and his body fell backwards. He took a breath and pressed his hands on his injured abdomen. The wind carried his body away, and Terrence stopped after crossing half of the ring. .But the vines kept on chasing, and they were in front of them in a blink of an eye.

Terrence didn't even have time to cough a few times for that slap, he could only try his best to hold back the numbness in his throat.His hair was blown back by the imposing cane whip, but Terrence's eyes were sharp and he did not avoid it.The green light flashed in his eyes, and the vine whip stuck in the air as if it was fixed, and then withered into a brown torso and fell to the ground.

The people watching the arena widened their eyes, watching the competition on the stage almost intently.They never thought that the duel between two alchemists could be so exciting.

There were also a few matches between the same sect before, but the two opponents threw a few semi-finished alchemy props and half-baked spells randomly, and then the winner was confused in a muddle.Compared with the fight in front of me, it was as boring as a child's play house.

Some mages with unique vision and proficiency in research have already seen the essence. Whether it is Terrence or Essia, they not only memorize the law of mutual generation and restraint of each element, but can even use it flexibly in the process of fighting Not stagnant.The mutual relationship between elemental magic is the basis for every mage to learn at the beginning, but to be able to comprehensively use the spells of each system to such a proficient level, one must have a wealth of knowledge accumulation or a large amount of combat experience.

Esiah is the former, and Terrence is the latter.

What Esiah can do is to predict the opponent's actions with his powerful analytical ability, while Terrence uses his extremely fast reaction speed to adapt to the situation.

In the end the winner was Terrence.

The people came back from the wonderful game and burst into huge cheers!For the winner, but also for this gorgeous battle that is comparable to team battles.

Esaiah got up from the ground panting—he had just been incapacitated by the quagmire created by Terrence, and was pointed at the throat by the opponent's sharp knife.The game was at an end so far, and even if Ezeya still wanted to resist, he still had enough energy. He wiped off the mud on his face, lowered his head and said, "I will become stronger."

"You are already very powerful now. Of course, I also believe that you will be even stronger in the future." Terrence smiled, and what he said was not a polite word.

Although Terrence won, as an alchemist, he may not be as powerful as Esaiah.If it wasn't for the fact that Esaiah was just a second-level mage with low magic power and the materials used to make alchemy props were cheap and fragile, the outcome might still be unknown.

This is probably also the reason why the opponent has not won a game so far. Under the impact of the strength of a high-level mage, he may not even get the opportunity to fully display his abilities.But his creepy anticipation ability must have brought an unforgettable sense of oppression to the opponent during the game-"Esaiah" is a man who fights with wisdom.

Thinking of this, Terrence's eyes became more gentle. Amid the cheering noise, he asked, "Your request—what do you want me to do?"

"I lost." Esaiah lowered his head, his overly long bangs covered a wider area, leaving only a sharp chin.

"But I won." Terrence smiled, and he looked around at the students who were shouting "Your Excellency the Duke"—and they won a lot. "So I have more power to decide about your request, don't I?"

Esaiah still shook his head: "I should abide by the agreement, Your Excellency the Duke. ——and have always done so. You still haven't remembered who I am, how can I have the audacity to ask you for this request?"

After he finished speaking, he squeezed into the crowd.

Terrence soon lost sight of his short, flaxen hair.

Across the entire cheering crowd, Xavier Pacino's eyes darkened, and he said to his friends: "I didn't expect that trash to gain such a great reputation."

Elviga Freeman said: "That just proves that he's not a piece of shit."

"Stop kidding." Xavier quickly retorted, "An alchemist, haha."

Elvega felt helpless in the face of Xavier's blind hostility towards Terrence: "Look at the alchemy props he used in the game, some of them are not public products with blueprints at all, and they must have been created by him. Not to mention anything else, The young duke does have a talent for alchemy."

"You mean some of the alchemy props are new works? Do you think he made them, that Terrence who is only at the third level of a mage? No, how is this possible. Maybe he asked someone to do it for him..." Xavier He paused at this point, but immediately cheered up: "Yeah, why didn't someone else do it for you? An alchemist who uses a non-self-made product-it will definitely smash him to pieces."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of some good idea, and walked away happily.

Elviga stood there frowning.

Xavier is the most impulsive person. He never does things regardless of the consequences. In many cases, it is Elviga who cleans up the mess and covers up the loopholes for him.

And this time—Elvega already understood what he wanted to do from just a few words from Xavier, and he might have to make up for this friend and object of allegiance.

Elvega glanced back at Terrence who was surrounded by the crowd, turned around and chased in the direction Xavier left.

The author has something to say: Thank you, Mr. Zhi Lanfan, for your landmines, okay!