Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 107 Allen vs. Andrew

"What's interesting?"

Diablo, on the other hand, seemed quite interested.

"Your sister has found a new brother."

Diablo: "?"

"Which sister of mine?"

"Isabel".

"Whom did you recognize?"

"Professor Klenk Ludwig."

Diablo was stunned for a moment, then instantly became indignant: "What did that pervert want to do to my sister?!"

"hehe,"

Seeing Diablo's expression, Mengxiang smiled, a rare occurrence. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, that's not V," she said, "that's the real Krenk Ludwig."

"A genuine Kroenke?"

Diablo paused, then asked, "What about the 'V'?"

"He was killed by Professor Kroenke."

"Good riddance."

Diablo clapped his hands in approval, "That saved me the trouble of doing it myself."

Diablo blinked, then suddenly remembered something. "Mengxiang, how did my sister suddenly recognize Krenk as her brother?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask the person involved?"

"Go to hell—" Diablo rolled his eyes, then chuckled. "But it's all good, if someone can untangle her knot in her heart, then I can die in peace."

Two days later, on Monday.

The golden sunlight swept away the morning mist like a feather duster.

After finishing his breakfast, Kroenke took a car to the academy's training base.

The academy was unusually lively today, with many people coming to watch the play.

Although it's just a conspiracy theory without any evidence, everyone knows that Professor Kroenke would give Allen special training, and Professor Norton would give Andrew special training.

This is not just a struggle between commoners and nobles, but also a competition between the two previous candidates for chief professor.

The hype alone is already overwhelming.

"Allen, are you ready?"

"Teacher, it should be fine. As you said, the Klein Magic Circle should be used as a trump card."

Allen nodded.

"Go on, your friend is waiting for you."

As the chief professor, Kroenke couldn't openly show favoritism towards either side, so he could only cheer Allen on in private.

He arrived at the central spectator stands and noticed a familiar, thin figure not far away, also walking towards the spectator stands.

Norton Kretos

[Death Threat: A]

"He still came."

Kroenke had always expected Professor Norton to get involved, so it wasn't surprising.

Norton went straight to Kroenke's side and sat down. "Hello, Professor Kroenke."

"Hello, Professor Norton."

There wasn't much tension between them; they exchanged simple pleasantries and then fell silent.

Kroenke's gaze fell on Allen at the edge of the arena, surrounded by the freshmen.

"Idiot, this is our family heirloom staff. Here, take it," Catherine puffed out her cheeks and handed a staff to Allen with both hands. "If you lose and disgrace our family, I—I'll see how I deal with you!"

"Allen, how about drinking some of my blood before going on stage? The blood of the Argonians has a special effect on mages." Agra held a small knife and a cup, still thinking of some crooked ideas.

"Allen, what tricks did Professor Kroenke teach you?" Adele still had a look on her face that said, "I want to see a bloodbath."

Mei Wen remained silent to the side, seemingly lost in thought.

She was considering whether to tell Allen that all she needed to do was try her best to find out what Andrew's trump cards were.

However, she couldn't tell the other person that she had a death regression.

Although she also disliked Andrew intensely and didn't want to see him win, she didn't want to reveal that she herself was a potential winner.

Let's wait until Allen loses before we talk about it.

Meiwen looked into the distance; she knew that Andrew had also found outside help.

Andrew's ability is already superior to Allen's, not to mention that the foreign aid he found is even better than Kroenke.

It's better to figure out the opponent's hand first before using Death Rewind.

Soon, Allen took the court.

On the other side, Andrew also went onto the field while stretching his arms.

"According to the rules of magical duels, please shake hands as a sign of respect."

"That's what the referee, who was in charge of maintaining order, said."

Allen looked at the arrogant Andrew directly opposite him and extended his hand.

The moment they shook hands, Andrew exerted force with his right hand and squeezed Allen's palm hard.

"hiss--"

Allen winced in pain and instinctively pulled his right hand back.

Andrew then grabbed his thumb and snapped it open.

Click.

A sharp pain shot through him; Allen's thumb joint was instantly swollen from Andrew's bend.

The thumb joint is twisted and deformed, and the skin is bluish. For a mage, this can cause them to lose their grip on the staff and miss their target when casting spells.

Allen glanced at the referee instinctively, only to find that the referee was completely oblivious to the little trick.

"Professor Norton."

This subtle movement did not escape Kroenke's notice. He looked at Norton beside him, seemingly wanting an explanation.

Neither Principal Abraham nor Principal Graham were present for today's match.

"I didn't teach him." Norton was always straightforward. "I was only responsible for teaching him astral magic; everything else was none of my business."

"You even taught him astrological magic?"

"Even the dumbest person can't learn star magic?" Norton simply gave Krenk a look.

"So did he learn it?" Krenk pressed for details.

"No." Professor Norton was as straightforward as ever, "So I could only settle for teaching gravity magic." "

"oh."

Kroenke finally understood why Andrew was pulling these stunts.

"Both sides retreat ten meters!"

The referee loudly directed the proceedings, and after the two sides were twenty meters apart, the referee stepped back to the sidelines: "Three, two, one, start!"

As the starting sound rang out, Andrew immediately raised the staff in his hand.

Purple light flowed across his staff, and the next moment, a strange power emanated from Allen's right hand.

An invisible force gripped his right hand like a hook and pulled it downwards.

Gravity magic.

Allen instantly lost his balance and stumbled.

"So precise?"

Seeing the changes on the field, Kroenke and Norton understood what had happened in an instant.

"Quite a few clever tricks up your sleeve—"

Krenk muttered to himself.

Andrew had a second purpose in pinching Allen's right hand.

The goal is to mark Allen's right hand so that he can use precise gravity spells to interfere with Allen's right hand from the beginning.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when Allen lost his balance, Andrew took off sprinting.

Allen reacted quickly, pointing his staff at Andrew, and a beam of fire shot out from the ruby ​​at the top of the staff.

But the downside of the deformed thumb joint has arrived.

Allen didn't hold the staff firmly, and the spell he fired went slightly off course, not hitting the bullseye.

Andrew slightly turned his body to dodge the attack. He moved in front of Allen at lightning speed, then lowered his body and slammed into Allen with the force of the impact.

Allen, with his thin frame, couldn't quite manage the weight and stumbled back several steps before falling heavily to the ground.

Andrew smiled; everything that happened at the beginning was exactly as Vice Principal Graham had arranged.

Allen's physical weakness is his biggest disadvantage.

Therefore, as long as Andrew can find a way to fight in close combat, he is bound to win.

Andrew took another step, coming in front of Allen and stomping heavily on the ground.

Gravity magic field.

The next moment, as Allen was getting up, it felt like an anvil had been pressed against his back, causing him to lose his balance again.

Centered on Andrew, the surrounding air became viscous, and the flow of magic began to stagnate.

This is a tactic that kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of your own. While Allen is under immense pressure, Andrew will also be under the same pressure.

But the biggest difference between Andrew and Allen is their physique.

The heavy gravity would only make Andrew uncomfortable, but for the frail Allen, it would be a disaster.

Staring at gravity, Allen struggled to raise his hand, wanting to cast his next spell.

clang!

Andrew stopped casting spells and instead grabbed his staff, striking Allen hard in the face.

The force of the blow to Allen's face made his eyes roll back, and his thick glasses were violently pulled out and landed to the side.

Before he could react, Andrew raised his staff again and struck Allen in the face once more.

A bluish-purple bruise appeared on Allen's face, dripping with blood, and the staff he had been gripping tightly rolled to the side of the field.

"Hey! Is this still a magic duel?!" Catherine, watching from the audience, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why isn't the referee stopping it yet?!"

"Isn't this going a bit too far? —" This isn't the kind of bloodshed Adele wanted to see.

"Alan will not stop until he raises his hand to admit defeat."

Meiwen silently recorded Andrew's moves, preparing for the death rewind.

On stage, Andrew was breathing heavily, his eyes flashing with excitement and mockery.

So what if you can combine spells? Show it to us first!

He raised his staff high and struck it down heavily once more.

Allen instinctively raised his right hand to block, and the next moment, it was as if a high-speed iron hammer was striking his elbow.

His right hand went numb instantly, followed by excruciating pain, which made him clench his teeth.

Andrew followed up with another kick, forcefully striking Allen in the abdomen, sending him flying once more.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Allen could only raise his hands and try his best to protect his vitals.

"Weren't you so capable?! Didn't you know how to use three-dimensional magic circles? Why can't you use them now?!"

Andrew used both his hands and feet to strike Allen repeatedly, venting the anger he had been holding back.

"A commoner is a commoner! They're destined to live in the sewers their whole lives. You're given a little sunshine, and you think you're all radiant?"

"Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?! I'm telling you to fight back! Can't you hear me?! Are you deaf?!"

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Andrew's attacks, accompanied by roars, surged down on Allen like a tidal wave, as if this were no longer a duel, but a one-sided beating.

"Professor Kroenke?"

Professor Norton, standing to the side, glanced sideways; even he was starting to find it hard to watch.

Even now, aren't you going to do anything to stop it?

"No rush."

Kroenke's gaze remained calm.

At this moment, Allen was curled up, his back to Andrew, his left hand protecting his neck, and his right hand hidden in his curled-up body.

"Alan, try to make me look at you in a new light."

The staff struck Allen's abdomen again, accompanied by a spasm, and crimson liquid flowed out. The smell of blood filled the air, and Andrew's bloodlust, hidden in his genes, was aroused.

The frenzy clouded Andrew's judgment; the thrill of the blows made him lose his mind, and without the slightest pause, he swung his staff with increasing force.

A relentless, indiscriminate attack; a brutal, all-encompassing assault; a storm of blows.

Under this attack, Andrew completely ignored everything around him, even the once noisy venue became completely silent.

Everyone held their breath, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on their lungs.

They were not intimidated by the cruel scene.

Instead, behind Andrew, a three-dimensional ring, connected end to end, was gradually rotating, rotating silently.

The ring spun faster and faster, and finally, with a whoosh, it transformed into a strangely shaped, twisted bottle.

Blue magical runes flowed inside the bottle. Although there were only a few runes, they contained so much ancient mystery, making one feel as if they had entered another dimension.

Klein's Magic Circle!

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