Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

The eldest son of the Zen monastery, the son of Zen monastery chieftain.

A first-class sorcerer, inheritor of projection spells.

The appearance of the two instantly caused a stir in the stands.

Dongtang didn't waste any words with this person his age. He raised his right palm and said:

"Come."

The battle began—Zen-in Naoya struck first, unleashing a barrage of spells and vanishing from his spot in an instant, reappearing behind Todo. His speed was so great that the ordinary people in the stands could barely see him, only a blurry shadow.

But his attack was perfectly accurate.

24 frames.

It was divided into 24 equal parts in one second.

Naoya had already planned every action in the next second in his mind, from flashing to striking out with his palm, and then connecting to the second strike, all of which were precisely calculated within the field of vision.

He placed his palm against Dongtang's back, preparing to activate the freeze effect.

however--

Dongtang slapped his hand in the air.

The clapping sounded crisp and clear.

pop-

Space distorted slightly.

Naoya's figure suddenly disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear—it was replaced.

He found himself standing in the same spot where Dongtang had been, and Dongtang was standing in the path of his previous attack, swinging his fist, as big as a bowl, straight at him.

The art of manipulation—an unjust game.

Clapping can swap the positions of any two objects containing magical power.

This is also Dongtang's core skill, which has caused enemies to unconsciously deviate from their attack stance countless times, only to be counter-killed.

The wind from the punch rushed towards him, and Naoya's pupils suddenly contracted. With a 0.1-second gap, he pushed off with his toes, barely managing to dodge the punch, which created a gust of wind on Toudou's fist.

Take a few steps back.

Steady your body.

Naoya stared intently at Todo, his expression changing.

"Clap your hands and switch places?"

Dongtang did not answer.

I took another picture.

Naoya instantly noticed something was wrong with his body—he felt a brief impact, but it wasn't an attack.

It is a cognitive confusion inherent in unjust games.

He didn't know where he was standing, nor did he know which blind spot Dongtang might suddenly appear in the next moment.

Fear coiled around Naoya's back like a snake.

But he did not back down.

He cast the projection spell again, this time abandoning his advantage of absolute speed and instead using the "freeze" effect to restrict Dongtang's movements.

Naoya rushed forward and tried to touch Todo's arm.

If you touch it, you can freeze the other person for one second.

one second.

enough.

However, the moment his fingertips touched Dongtang's arm, the clapping sound rang out again.

Once again, Todo's figure disappeared from Naoya's sight.

Naoya missed his target; the freeze effect hadn't even triggered before the target disappeared.

Where is he?

Behind you!

Naoya instinctively turned around and threw a punch.

It missed.

The clapping sounded for the fourth time.

Chapter 146 Battle Between Level 1 Spellcasters 2

Dongtang appeared above him and stepped down from above.

Naoya crossed his arms to block the kick, barely managing to stop it, but the enormous impact made his legs go weak and his knees almost gave way to his knees.

In less than ten seconds, the game of injustice had been launched four times.

Every time, he precisely thwarted Naoya's attacks, and every time he forced Todo to launch a counterattack from an impossible angle.

Naoya's face was filled with resentment.

He couldn't even touch Dongtang.

The conditions for clapping seemed simple and rudimentary, but every time Toudou clapped, it was as if he was engaged in a precise psychological game, anticipating Naoya's predictions and making him always a step behind.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Naoya's strength was rapidly depleting, and the sweat on his forehead splattered on the ground, evaporating into fine steam.

Finally, his fist stopped in mid-air.

I can't lift it up.

It wasn't because of the injury, it was because of despair.

How many times has he fallen victim to unjust games?

There are too many to count.

Each time, he felt he had found Dongtang's weakness, but each clap of his hand shattered his prediction.

Naoya lowered his hand, bowed his head, and a voice of resentment escaped from between his teeth.

"...I lost."

Toudou stood still, neither pursuing nor stopping. He walked up to Naoya and glanced at him.

"You're very fast."

Dongtang's voice was calm.

"But your brain can't keep up."

Naoya suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury:

"What did you say?"

“Speed ​​is not enough when it comes to casting spells.” Toudou’s tone was as if stating a fact. “You need to plan what to do in every frame in advance. If your brain’s calculations can’t keep up with your spell, then speed is just speed, and it will never be the key to victory or defeat.”

Naoya's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back in the end.

He turned and walked off the stage.

Dongtang watched his retreating figure, then turned around and raised his hands toward the stands.

The audience erupted in applause.

The final match of the decisive battle was between Nanami Taketo and Kusakabe Atsuya.

Both are highly trusted first-level sorcerers in the sorcery world, with similar strengths but different styles. This match is considered by everyone to be the biggest highlight of the day.

The training ground fell silent.

The two stood ten meters apart.

Kusakabe spoke first:

"Nanami, go easy on me, I'm getting old."

Nanami remained expressionless.

"You're only five years older than me."

“Five years old is still a lot.” Kusakabe gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. “So, could you—”

Nanami didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

He rushed straight over.

The blade flashed in the night, and the golden incantation "Waluo Waluo" wrapped around the blade, slicing Hikari's body into several pieces in his field of vision.

cut!

Kusakabe had already activated his simplified domain a split second before Kusakabe charged at him.

A moon-white halo spread out from beneath her feet, dragging Nanami's body into the detection range of the automatic counterattack program.

System - Start.

Just as the blade was about to strike the head of the Hikari clang, the automatic program within the simplified domain activated.

Kusakabe's body didn't move, but his sword rose up on its own.

"Ding!!!"

The two knives clashed together, sparks flying.

Nanami's eyelid twitched.

He found that his slash was completely blocked by Kusakabe's sword.