strokinit Chapter 317 The Potions School, Unskilled in Combat
Chapter 317 The Potions School, Unskilled in Combat
Chapter 317 The Potions School, Unskilled in Combat
Icarus didn't move, but countless ice crystal prisms appeared around him. His fiery claws struck the prisms and were scattered.
weaken.
He would occasionally raise his wand and unleash a barrage of [Level 3 Spell: Ice Spikes] powerful enough to pierce steel plates or [Level 3 Spell: Blizzard] covering large areas, forcing Diana to constantly dodge, and the situation became a stalemate.
But as a dragon, Diana's magical reserves and physical strength far surpassed those of human wizards. She seized an opportunity, withstood two icy spikes, and ice shards and blood splattered on her scales, but successfully rushed to Icarus's side!
"roar-!"
The roar of the fully-formed dragon shook the entire arena. Diana completely transformed into a crimson dragon with a body length of over seventy meters. Its massive body carried unparalleled impact, its dragon claws tore through the air, its dragon tail swept across the battlefield, and its scorching dragon breath poured down like a waterfall!
Faced with the fully unleashed true form of the dragon, Icarus was also moved. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a deep, icy blue light emanated from his body, causing his white hair to move without wind.
[Level 5 Spell - Absolute Zero]
In an instant, an invisible yet soul-freezing chill spread silently from Icarus's center.
Time seemed to slow down.
The roaring dragon flames were paused the moment they touched that invisible domain. The flames were frozen in mid-air, maintaining their surging posture but losing all heat and vitality, becoming like a crimson crystal sculpture.
Next came Diana's dragon claws, dragon wings, and Pangfu's body—thick, dark blue ice rapidly covered her crimson scales. The ice spread at an unbelievable speed, and no matter how Diana struggled or how much she stirred the dragon flames within her body, she could not stop the freezing that seemed to originate from the level of rules.
In just two or three breaths, a huge, lifelike, yet lifeless, dragon-shaped ice sculpture appeared in the center of the arena.
Inside the ice sculpture, shock and resentment still lingered in Diana's vertical pupils.
The entire room fell silent.
Icarus slowly put away his wand, his face paler than before, clearly indicating that this move had taken a heavy toll. He nodded slightly to the ice sculpture, then turned and walked off the field.
The referee, finally recovering from his shock, loudly announced, "Icarus wins!"
The wizards and staff in charge of the treatment at the White Tower quickly took their positions and began to carefully remove the ice. When the thick layer of ice finally melted and Diana returned to human form, she staggered to the ground with a deathly pale face, purple lips, and severe frostbite marks on her exposed skin. Her body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.
"Professor!" Li Ang rushed over, took out a bottle of [High-level Healing Potion] from his spatial ring, and carefully fed it to her. The powerful healing energy flowed through her body, and Diana's complexion improved slightly, and her trembling gradually subsided, but her aura was still weak.
"I'm sorry, Leon—" Diana leaned against Olivia, who had rushed over to help her, and looked at Leon with a wry smile. "From now on, we can only rely on you."
She paused, then lowered her voice and said, "Don't be intimidated by Makarov's reputation. I know your true strength—you have a chance."
Li Ang nodded solemnly: "Leave it to me, Professor. You should get some rest."
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When the chief referee announced the names of the next pair of competitors, the audience, which had just calmed down, erupted in cheers again.
"Round of 16, Match 5! Lelita, Leon Carlsen vs. Whiteton, Makarov!"
Li Ang took a deep breath and, under the concerned gazes of his companions, calmly walked towards the center of the arena.
Across from him, the short, thin old man slowly strolled up, his face still bearing a warm smile, as if he were not there to participate in a highly anticipated duel, but simply for an after-dinner walk.
The two stood still in the center of the field.
Makarov looked Li Ang up and down, his admiration growing stronger. He spoke first, his voice gentle: "Young man, you are very good. Very good."
He paused, then continued, "Your understanding of the structure of magic and your training of physical strength far exceed your current wizard level."
Li Ang politely replied, "You flatter me."
Makarov looked at Leon with genuine sincerity: "While the elemental school of Lyrita is excellent, it may not be the most suitable for you. I see exceptional aptitude in you for studying giant magic."
He leaned forward slightly, his voice carrying an irresistible allure: "Why not become my disciple, child? With your talent and my guidance, you have a chance to break through the barrier of a sixth-level wizard and touch the realm of legend within a hundred years. That is the stage you belong on."
These words were like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating ripples both inside and outside the arena!
"Master Makarov—he actually poached someone on the spot?"
"Level six? Does he mean Li Ang has a chance to reach level six? To reach the legendary realm?"
"My goodness, that's incredibly high praise!"
In the VIP section, many eyes turned to the private room where Lelita and her group were. The Carlos faction leader's expression changed slightly, and Dina also frowned.
When Eve, who was sitting not far behind them, heard the words "switch allegiance to me," a clear hint of anger appeared on her usually calm and composed face for the first time.
Faced with the Alliance's strongest wizard's personal invitation and a promise that could drive any wizard mad, Li Ang's expression remained unwavering, his tone calm yet incredibly firm: "Thank you for your kindness, Master. However, I am doing well in Lelita. My mentor, Ms. Eve Chloe, has been incredibly caring towards me, and she has provided crucial guidance and trust throughout my growth."
He bowed slightly to show respect, but his refusal was unambiguous: "I am grateful for everything I have now, so I have no intention of switching allegiances."
"Eve Chloe?" Makarov paused, raising his gray eyebrows as if searching his memory for the name.
He then looked towards the observation deck at the top of the White Chalk Tower with some confusion, as if seeking confirmation, "The Chloe family lineage."
"Isn't that the Lyrita family, the ones who specialize in potions?"
Li Ang nodded and admitted, "You're not mistaken, I am a wizard of the Potions School."
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. After a brief silence, an even bigger uproar erupted!
"What? The Potions School?"
"He's not from the elementalist school? Instead, he's from the potions school, the one that claims to be bad at combat but specializes in making potions?"
"A level three wizard from the Potions school, who beat up all the combat elites in the towers, is now standing in front of Master Makarov?"
"This—this is impossible! When did potions-wielding wizards become so powerful?"
Countless incredulous gazes were focused on Li Ang, as if they wanted to dissect and examine him again.