Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 137 Where Inspiration Explodes

The match information has been released, and Irving doesn't take his new opponent too seriously. His teacher promised him yesterday that he would have a front-row seat to watch the game regardless of the outcome, so he doesn't care much about winning or losing. In fact, if his opponent is more cooperative, he might even concede defeat.

You can't block someone else's path to success because of yourself.

It's a pity that this round's opponent didn't respect his wishes. Before the Taoist priest even shouted "start," he kept mocking him. After shouting "start," he showed no manners at all, rushing over without even a greeting. Owen felt there was no need to watch such a boorish person.

So—hmm?

A punch with 70% of its force was blocked by an invisible energy. Irving turned to the side, dodging the opponent's counterattack, and threw another punch. This time, he increased the force to 80%, but it was still blocked.

You shouldn't use all your strength; 80% is your limit. Otherwise, your body won't react in time, and you'll reveal weaknesses in your movements.

Therefore, brute force alone is not enough to defeat the opponent; only a little bit of magic can be used.

As the opponent kicked at him, Owen didn't turn to the side. Instead, he pulled his back leg away to create some distance and then secretly cast a levitation spell on the opponent's supporting leg. After the opponent fell, he didn't rush forward. Instead, he flipped his wrist again and cast a smoothing spell, reducing the friction in the area under the opponent's feet to zero.

After that, he just stood there with his arms crossed, watching the other person repeatedly get up and fall down. After a while, he looked at the Taoist priest beside him and said, "He can't even stand up anymore, is there any point in continuing the fight?"

There was really no need for it. After seeing the situation and confirming that Irving would be unable to fight if he didn't withdraw his power, the Taoist priest declared him the winner. Irving won again.

Many people, mostly young people, couldn't understand his magic. They only knew that Owen used methods, but they had no idea what kind of methods he used or whose methods he used.

But those who were a little older, or even more experienced, could see it, and it was precisely because they could see it that they were even more surprised.

How come a foreigner has been mixed in with this domestic Luotian Grand Ritual?

However, when many people looked at the old master, they found that he hadn't even blinked. They realized that the old master had made arrangements all along. No wonder he was considered a master; his ability to devise such a plan was extraordinary!

But—what if, just what if, a foreigner gets first place? Would the position of Celestial Master still be given to a foreigner?

Of course, even if the other party has no interest in the position of Celestial Master, shouldn't the Heavenly Talisman that Old Man Lu took out in a fit of pique be handed over to this foreigner to take away?

They had a lot of ideas, but Irving didn't. He had already confirmed his opponent for the next match: the young Taoist priest whom the Old Master had personally trained that night. Even if he had a bad attitude towards this person, Irving would still have to admit defeat. He couldn't afford to disrespect the Old Master.

Moreover, that young Taoist priest seemed lazy, but he was quite competitive; look at him now, he was even looking at him differently.

Wang hadn't expected to encounter such a strange opponent. To be honest, he really couldn't figure out how Owen dealt with his opponent's moves. So, he entered the inner realm and tried to inquire about Owen's background. The fireball in the inner realm wasn't big, only about the size of a fist. He slapped it away with one hand and then got two words: Wizard.

This was clearly not what he wanted to know, so he changed his question to Owen's background. This time the fireball was even smaller, only the size of a matchbox. Wang Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this person was also insignificant. However, after he extinguished the fireball, he only received four words: "Both parents are dead."

No, did I learn something bad from someone?

Why are you so naughty?

After two such encounters, he realized that Owen was an orphan wizard. What kind of situation is this?

So he asked another question: What is Irving's current status and ability?

As soon as the question was asked, the enormous fireball startled Wang Ye out of his inner world. However, he was confused. Was such a big change due to the other party's unspeakable identity or their unspeakable strength?

So, being a warlock is really damn hard.

There are several arenas, and the pace of the one-on-one matches varies. But once both sides have a break, the match will naturally continue. There's no need to sell tickets for the matches here, so the faster the match goes on, the better.

So, in the afternoon, Irving stood on the court again. He looked at the young Taoist priest opposite him and smiled politely. Wang Ye clasped his hands and said, "I am Wang Ye of Wudang. I have met this friend. Please go easy on me later."

Look, this person is very polite, the most polite one I've encountered in all the games I've played. So, Irving turned his head and shouted to the Taoist priest who was acting as the referee, "Taoist priest, I lost."

The referee, not having heard the first thing the Taoist priest said, asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, I lost, I admit defeat."

"Well----"

"ah?"

Wang had expected a tough battle, but his opponent surrendered so easily, which surprised him greatly. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief that they didn't have to fight, but he still asked in confusion, "Why did you surrender? I might not be your match."

Owen chuckled and smiled at Wang Ye, saying, "Because you were polite; you said 'please.'"

Wang Ye almost entered the inner realm to ask if the other party's surrender was a conspiracy.

When someone deliberately admits defeat, there are several possible outcomes. One is that they intentionally give way, but to save face, their reason for admitting defeat will be relatively magnanimous, without causing them to lose face.

Secondly, if they genuinely cannot win and the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, they can admit defeat with a clear conscience and at the same time leave themselves an opening to challenge the other side in the future.

Finally, there's the playful teasing, the intentional mockery. In this case, the words used to admit defeat will carry a hint of jest or have a deeper meaning.

And what about Irving?

In Wang Ye's eyes, the other party's attitude was quite sincere, but the reason for admitting defeat was quite absurd, which he found somewhat unacceptable.

"You don't need to doubt my motives. I only conceded because you said 'please.' As for the previous rounds—if anyone had been more polite to me, I probably would have conceded long ago."

Owen could tell what the other person was thinking at a glance, and then he explained it seriously. After that, he took off from the spot and landed next to the old master in the audience's surprised eyes. Before bowing, his T-shirt and jeans transformed into a black magic robe embroidered with gold.

"Old Celestial Master, you promised me that even if I lost, you would still give me a front-row seat to watch the ceremony."

The old master laughed heartily, and the old man being pushed by him was also laughing uncontrollably. This silly foreign boy was really quite interesting.

"Rongshan, why don't you explain it to him?"

Rong Shan, a tall man with an honest face, walked over and grinned at Owen. Through his explanation, Owen realized that what they were fighting for wasn't a spot to watch the ceremony, but rather the position of successor to the next Celestial Master!

Owen was stunned for a moment, then laughed. It seemed he had indeed overthought things. Luckily, he hadn't stubbornly tried to win first place. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to witness the ceremony, but to be humiliated. Not only would he not have repaid the favor, but he would have also made an enemy. When he returned, the old wizard would surely give him a good scolding.

Before coming, I was told countless times to talk less, do less, and listen more, but I ended up getting pulled along by someone and making a fool of myself.

Speaking of which, that outgoing girl is also a contestant. Now that she doesn't have to compete, she can just watch the game.

Then----

Many incredible things happened just like that.

First of all, the player who was defeated by himself in the first chaotic battle has reappeared on the field.

Then came another showdown between object manipulation and spatial abilities.

There's also a duel between sorcerers and fire-based martial arts.

Owen was incredibly excited. Although it was quite different from the magic system, watching these battles greatly broadened his horizons and expanded his perspective. He now had several ideas for developing new types of magic.

It wasn't appropriate to act now, so he jotted down his thoughts in his notebook, planning to start development as soon as he got back.

"Master Lingyu".

Seeing Irving call out to her, Zhang Lingyu gave a perfect smile: "Irving, is there something you need?"

"Yes, the man you're fighting today, Mr. Wang Bing, I remember very clearly that I eliminated him in the first free-for-all. So why is he still in the competition? Is it because of the competition format?"

Zhang Lingyu shook her head: "No, it's because a contestant who had already advanced had a problem, and Wang Bing just took his place."

Is it really that complicated?

Owen put down his pen and notebook: "If that's the case—then I won't write it down. This method is impossible where we are. But thank you very much, Master Lingyu. Goodbye."

"Goodbye----"

After Irving walked away from there, he arrived at a quiet little courtyard: "Old Tian, ​​may I come in?"

"Is that Kyrie Irving? Come in quickly."

After receiving permission, Owen pushed open the gate to the courtyard and went inside. Looking at the old man whose limbs were wrapped in gauze, he smiled and said, "You've recovered very well, Mr. Tian. You're really amazing. Although the effects of the Bone-Growing Elixir are quite good, it would be very painful for someone like you. I didn't expect you to be able to persevere."

"Old Tian, ​​you're being too polite. If I had seen you before, you wouldn't have had to suffer for so many years. Although Life Bone Spirit is difficult to concoct, it's not a particularly precious magic potion."

Seeing that he wanted to say something more, Owen shook his head and laughed, "Actually, the potions from our place are not suitable for Longhu Mountain, because the ones in your body will greatly destroy the potion's effects. They are only useful to you because you don't have them in your body. If the Old Master were to drink them, even if he bankrupted Hogwarts, at most his nails would grow faster, but he wouldn't be able to grow any bones."

That's right, this is yet another brand new discovery!

Western potions are completely incompatible with those of the East, which is a very novel discovery. So he decided to stay here for a few more days. He wrote the letter, thinking that the old wizard would understand him and then take his place to help Professor Ginger shine at the school.

What's so special about being over a hundred years old?

Look at the old Celestial Master, look at Old Master Lu, one running ahead and the other chasing behind. The content of their conversation doesn't matter, just look at how energetic they are.

Even at 100 years old, you're still at the age to strive!

Just as Irving was getting interested in everything, he watched an even more interesting match, which was the quarterfinals, between Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

Although he had changed his clothes, Owen still recognized him at a glance. It was the girl who had pulled him to the contestant area, Zhang Chulan—Owen really couldn't forget him. The golden woodpecker under the moonlight was truly unforgettable.

The way these two play—they're clearly in cahoots!

The slow-motion punch, the reaction after being punched, and the little gesture of scratching his butt after faking a fall—it all infuriated the crowd. Even the referee couldn't stand it anymore. After announcing the winner, he directly told the audience that the match was over and that they could beat up the contestant.

Instead of rushing onto the court to stretch his legs, Irving sat happily in the stands. Just then, a sinister voice sounded behind him: "Kid, my master wants to see you. Come with us."

The other party was clearly malicious, so Owen didn't hold back at all. He started with the Imperius Curse and then carefully taught the other party how to use some small alchemical items.

Wang Ai was really angry at this moment!

His grandson was rushed to the hospital at the foot of the mountain for emergency treatment, but he couldn't vent his anger on the old master, because he really couldn't beat him.

Is there anyone who can defeat him? Isn't he on Longhu Mountain right now? And he's a foreigner. What does his death on Longhu Mountain have to do with the Wang family?

As for whether there would be retaliation from foreign forces, Wang Ai generously replied: "Come on, let them come!"

But to his surprise, the men he sent returned in the same way they went. So, with a dark expression, he asked, "Where is he? Why didn't that kid come?"

The subordinate didn't reply at all. Instead, he pulled a crystal bead from his pocket and smashed it on the ground without a word. A cloud of iridescent green smoke instantly filled the entire room.

So, all the Wang family members were sent to the hospital at the foot of the mountain overnight.

"Don't worry, it's not fatal, but it will weaken me for a while. At least until I leave, they shouldn't be able to cause me any more trouble."

Upon hearing Owen's words, the old master simply tapped him on the head a few times before getting up and leaving. Owen, however, remained seated, playing chess with Old Tian. The old man's hands and feet had just recovered and were still not very nimble, so he needed to move around more.

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