Angel replied softly: "My brother is extremely skilled in magic duels. He once told me that mixed magic is the key to victory. Magic duels aren't just about frontal bombardments. The key lies in winning through unexpected tactics."

...

At this moment, in the north, Andrew, dressed in mercenary leather armor, stood atop a snowy mountain, gazing into the direction of Dragon Valley in the distance.

The cold wind blew against his face, brushing past it.

...

"No matter what method I must use, I will become a powerful mage like my brother... Nothing will stop me! Nothing! Fairness doesn't matter; what matters is that I reach the very top!"

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Angel slowly raised his wand and began chanting a spell.

Another Fireball Technique was being conjured. However, this time, it was a single-layered one.

"What is he trying to do? A double-layered one couldn't break through; now he's using a single-layered one?"

Before the present magic apprentices could react, the fireball was already hurtling toward Amos.

Amos remained motionless, standing still.

As the Fireball Technique got close enough, obscuring Angel's silhouette, as everyone's attention was on the fireball, Angel suddenly broke into a sprint forward.

With the blessing of holy magic, his speed was notably faster than usual. The key point was, he was actually an archery apprentice. Despite being unqualified, the basic stamina required of an archery apprentice was something he possessed. In fact, it was the only discipline Angel had actually passed.

The fireball struck the shield, dispersing into a curtain of flames.

Amidst the fiery glow, Amos suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound. Yes, it sounded like "whoosh~". His eyes widened sharply, and by instinct, he attempted to turn around.

Yet, at the same time, he realized the ground beneath him was muddy...

Yes, muddy. Or, more specifically, a combination of an Ice Cone Skill's residue mixed with a mud spell... His feet were stuck!

The whistling sound drew closer and closer.

In the chaos, Amos could only chant a spell, redirecting his shield spell to his back even before the flames had completely dissipated.

Sure enough, it was a wide array of Wind Blades! A reverse Wind Blade magic spell—double-layered!

This all happened in an instant. The magic apprentices watching, including Barnes among them, stood agape, fully astonished. They hadn't even entirely processed what had just occurred.

In truth, the real attack was only just beginning.

As the flames dissipated, Amos could vaguely make out a figure charging straight at him. Without a doubt, it was Angel.

"What the hell is this? A battle mage?"

In his astonishment, Amos hurriedly moved the shield spell he had shifted to the back, bringing it to his front once again.

However, something even more shocking happened next. Something a normal mage would never even imagine.

Angel stopped right in front of the shield. Then he discarded his wand, spread his arms wide, and performed a pre-prepared spell directly against the shield.

Another Fireball Technique was being conjured.

At that moment, everyone, including Amos, was utterly dumbfounded. The reason? The positioning.

Yes, positioning.

The positions on the field were: Angel—Shield—Fireball—Amos... The fireball was point-blank.

When you cast a Fireball Technique, there is usually a certain distance between the conjured fireball and your hand, generally at least fifty centimeters. And these fifty centimeters? More than enough space for a shield to fit... Which perfectly positioned the fireball right in front of Amos' face.

"Fireball Technique! Double-layered!" This one shout echoed through the entire training arena.

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