Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Kugizaki looked up, a smile playing on his lips.

"I haven't even used my full strength yet."

Nishimiya Momo looked down at Kugizaki and quickly formed several hand seals in front of her.

The power of the spell began to condense at his fingertips, growing stronger and stronger, and its color changed from light gold to white gold.

Kugizaki felt that oppressive feeling.

She gripped the hammer tightly and pulled two nails from her waist, one in each hand.

Both of them were gathering their strength, and the air was silent for three seconds.

Then they acted simultaneously.

Kugizaki threw out two nails, one after the other, at incredible speed. They collided in mid-air, changing their trajectories and forming a bizarre intersecting line.

With a push of her hands, Momoko Nishimiya unleashed a storm of debris, dust, and air blades, which coalesced into a shockwave that hurtled toward Kugizaki.

The nail pierced the storm and shattered into dust.

Kugizaki was hit by the shockwave and flew backward.

She did two somersaults in the air before landing on the ground, her feet leaving two long tracks.

His clothes were torn in several places, and there were a few small bloodstains on his face.

But she stood there.

Nishimiya Momo's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. That last attack had consumed nearly half of her magical power.

The two exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same message in each other's eyes—

We can't keep fighting like this.

They would continue fighting until a winner was decided, but neither of them was the type to give up easily.

A lose-lose situation benefits neither side.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Kugizaki spoke first.

"draw?"

After thinking for a moment, Xigong Tao withdrew her released spell power and mental energy, and returned to the ground.

She dusted off the broom and stood it upright beside her.

"draw."

The referee glanced at the two players and raised his flag.

"The third match, Kyoto School's Nishimiya Momo vs. Tokyo School's Kugizaki Nobara – a draw!"

Applause and whistles erupted from the stands.

Although this aerial battle between the air and the ground was undecided, both sides delivered impressive performances that deserve applause.

The individual battles continued. They lasted for almost a day, with each fight being short but intense.

The outcome is often decided within a few rounds.

Final result: Toudou Aoi vs. Fushiguro Megumi, Toudou wins.

In the second match, Sanlunxia defeated Panda.

The third match, Momo Nishimiya vs. Nobara Kugizaki, ended in a draw.

In the fourth match, Hisahito Itadori faced Noriyuki Kamo, and Itadori won.

In the fifth match, Inu-maki Thorn vs. Zen-in Mai, Inu-maki won.

Kyoto School has one win, one draw, two losses, and one win.

Tokyo School has two wins, one draw, one loss, and one loss.

The score was very close.

But everyone knows that this is just the appetizer.

The real highlight is tomorrow's open battle between first-class and special-class sorcerers.

That's when the real battle of the gods will begin.

Chapter 145 Battle Between Level 1 Spellcasters 1

According to the competition rules, the duel between first-level sorcerers is divided into three stages: defensive battle, restraint battle, and victory/defeat battle.

The defensive battle is fought by a Level 1 sorcerer within a barrier to defend against a simulated attack from a Special-Grade Spell Spirit, with a time limit of three minutes.

The containment battle involves two people fighting against multiple hypothetical enemies.

The real one-on-one head-on confrontation is the decisive battle.

The winner of this year's competition will be determined by a comprehensive evaluation of the three stages.

The referee, standing in the center of the arena, loudly announced the rules. Thousands of sorcerers in the stands fell silent, and even ordinary viewers on the other end of the live broadcast felt the solemnity.

With 500,000 people watching online, the barrage of comments slowed down.

Everyone knew that what they were about to see were the top combatants who truly stood at the top half of the pyramid of the sorcery world.

The first to appear was Nanami Kento, a graduate of the Tokyo school.

He was dressed in an impeccable suit and held the cursed knife wrapped in strips of cloth in his hand.

After the referee signaled the start, three enormous, top-tier imaginary spirits appeared out of thin air within the barrier—simulated projected spell power specially made by the Alliance.

Nanami did not draw his sword.

He simply took a step forward.

He punched the first cursed spirit in the face.

Black flash.

A burst of purple magical sparks exploded in the air, and the projection of the top-grade magical spirit shattered on the spot, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

The second cursed spirit pounced from the side.

Nanami dodged to the side, his sword still sheathed. He used the scabbard to block the charge of the cursed spirits, then used the momentum to turn around and kick the third cursed spirit in the chin.

Less than fifteen seconds.

All three top-tier cursed spirit projections were annihilated.

The referee was stunned for a full two seconds before he reacted.

"...Nanami, the defensive battle is over."

There was a moment of silence in the stands, then a thunderous applause erupted.

"That's it?!"

"Wait, what happened to the defensive battle? How did they break through so easily?"

"Mr. Nanami is as unreasonable as ever."

Nanami Kento sheathed his sword and walked expressionlessly to the sidelines.

He showed no satisfaction with his performance, as if the battle was just another day of his regular workday.

The live stream chat was completely exploding.

"Fifteen seconds! Just fifteen seconds!"

"Is this what the people of Nanami Kenji are like? The fighting spirit a working-class person should have?"

"If you don't understand, just ask: Is overtime pay particularly high in the sorcerer community?"

"Look at his expression. He didn't flinch at all after finishing the presentation, just like me after I've finished making a PowerPoint presentation..."

"No, after you finish making the PPT, you'll just collapse in your chair, you won't punch three monsters to death, thank you."

Nanami walked to the rest area, sat down, loosened his tie, and took a breath.

The panda next to me handed me a bottle of water.

"Teacher Nanami, that black flash attack you just used was way too brutal."

"Basic procedure." Nanami unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. "I don't want to work overtime."

"This is a major competition, it doesn't count as overtime."

“Standing here is considered overtime,” Nanami said expressionlessly, then closed her eyes.

In the ensuing defensive battle, the other level-one sorcerers also demonstrated their strength.

The defensive battle of the Zenji Jikiji was textbook-perfect.

The abbot of the Zen temple unleashed his projection spells to their fullest potential within the barrier.

His figure appeared and disappeared on the training ground, so fast that even the first-level sorcerers in the stands could hardly catch his movements.

The three super-class imaginary spirits launched their attacks simultaneously, but due to the twenty-fourth of a second interval of the projected spell, all their movements were slowed down into a frame-by-frame slideshow in the Naobi's vision.

He is a living animation master.

The three cursed spirits attempted to join forces to surround the first cursed spirit, but Naobi instantly made his move, his palm touching the body of the first cursed spirit.

Freeze. Pause for one second.

Just for a second.

His magical power surged forth like a tidal wave, and the second and third magical spirits were struck in the same frame.

Five seconds later, the three projections of the top-tier cursed spirits shattered simultaneously.

On the stands, Zenji Naoya watched his father's figure, snorted through his nose, and didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

pride.

They might deny it verbally, but they secretly believe it.