"It's one-sided..."
It was one of the crowds that was staring at the battle.
"No, I'm doing well." There are not many wizards at that level who can surpass those ten wizards. "
The other sitting next to him returns his words.
That said, it's only a matter of time before we're knocked out.
This suddenly decided special public practice.
Despite the beginning, the crowd felt the end of the battle.
The difference in power between the two is clear.
The skilled wizards couldn't let go of their opponents at all.
The roar.
The earth is shaken by the magical aftermath unleashed in concert.
"What power..."
Breathtaking crowds.
Perhaps those who had teamed up did not expect the difference so far.
Someone's twinkling leaks.
“I saw the results. I'm not the kind of person who can fight alone."
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Dodge the bursting bombs with a sheet of paper.
Reinforced sorcery with multiple layers.
The magic that is unleashed in cooperation is a destructive force that is out of the ordinary for immediate fatal injuries just by rubbing it.
Ten against one.
Too large a difference in numbers separates me from my seniors as a difference in desperate power.
If it is handled properly, there is no chance of winning first.
Take it easy.
It's okay.
I know what to do.
I can't do this...
The first desperate situation I went through in society.
Impossible is the word of a liar. Just do it. "
The world is cruel and irrational.
But I've always thought I'd lose.
I will never be crushed.
Let's build up what we can do one at a time.
I don't know how far it'll go.
Let's go.
I'll do what I can.
That's all.
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Jeffrey Mayfield, a sacred silver (mythical) sorcerer belonging to the 7th Royal Magic Division, couldn't help but admire the appearance of a small wizard who dodged his own magic attacks.
(Magic that accelerates the inherent time. I have seen it from the outside, but in relative terms it is so fast)
Combined attack with ten experienced elite.
No fatal injuries, just being overwhelmed shows that she is a worthy character.
(I see. Of course, we've only been delivering results so far.)
I understood why Captain Gawain and His Royal Highness the Prince expected it.
Simple speed is already the highest class in the kingdom.
It also combines the strength of the mind to continue making the most likely choices without losing sight of its superior opponent.
Definitely fugitive material.
How big a wizard are you going to be?
It's only natural to expect that if you have something like this in your first year of service.
But this time, it was disastrous.
A labyrinth of the highest difficulty in a match against the Sword Saint in front of the flying dragon species.
The enlarged expectation of the blessed results must have reached beyond her real image.
Matchmaking that can't even compete.
A desperate difference in power that cannot be undone by turbulence.
The battle went on as everyone had anticipated.
Jeffrey and his team work together to drive us into the Bag Lane.
Just as the lions do their best to hunt rats, the sorcerers have no loose ends in their minds.
(Let's end this.)
The magic cube was activated over and over again.
A magical rain of attacks by dozens of sorcerers swept toward Noel Springfield.
Instantly, Jeffrey and the others were attacked with the feeling that their bodies were frozen.
(What, what...?)
A strong sign of magical power that is about to be crushed.
I have no idea what happened.
A shockwave that strikes the whole body.
A massive roar oscillates through the eardrum.
Jeffrey lost his words as he peered through the dust gap.
(I offset that rain of attack magic by myself...!?)
What the hell is going on?
Analyzing the events in front of her, Jeffrey took a breath.
(Are you using wind magic to disturb the orbit and counteract the power of attack magic by colliding with each other...!?)
Superhuman space grasping ability and situational judgment ability that I don't think is very human industry.
Something cold conveys Jeffrey's neck.
(Impossible. More than I thought, this is...)