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In the cafeteria, they were still marveling at the power of Idealism Magic, feeling a twinge of regret that they hadn’t been chosen by the teachers to learn it in First Grade.
Zhong Xin Le blossomed.
There was no time for further regrets about not being selected to learn Idealism Magic. They only hoped to continue studying Layered Magic and reach the level of the Senior Students as soon as possible! It was so impressive, so powerful!
Seventy Evil Mages—one glance and they were nearly wiped out! Which First Grader wouldn’t yearn for that?!
The First Graders stared in awe at the enlarged Magic Mirror, their eyes nearly popping out, each one more envious than the last. They had only just begun to learn the Meditation Method this month, and with more advanced magic studies still out of reach, they could only fantasize while feeling hungry for knowledge.
Previously, they had hoped to master Inquilinar’s Endless Flowing Flames, but now their minds had completely shifted; they wanted to grasp Wind Restraint instead.
When they saw the remaining few Evil Mages counterattack, all were blocked by Charles, leading to another round of cheers and excitement.
Twenty thousand new cheers erupted, more fervent than the atmosphere in a bar during the World Cup in Xu Lie’s previous life.
Is this our future combat teacher, Charles? I will definitely pay close attention in his classes! I even hope to enroll in the scroll drawing specialty so I can instantly cast spells when I unfurl them—it would be so convenient.
Aren’t you all curious about what the Senior Students can do? That kind of magic where everyone’s spells come together—that must be the most impressive thing, right?
The Magic Mirror Mage smiled at the new students’ discussions, waved his hand, and the Magic Mirror changed again, showing the school’s South campus where the teachers were also engaged in battle with the Evil Mages.
The battlefield in South was not like Beric’s side with its blazing flames and grand spectacle; nor was it like the Senior Students’ swift encounters that ended decisively in one-sided slaughter. Instead, it fully showcased the bizarre wonders of Idealism Magic.
The earth transformed into Puppets fighting ghouls up close; raindrops coalesced into lions that swallowed fireballs whole; a swarm of magical projectiles was intercepted by a large fish that scattered its scales everywhere.
The splendid and fantastical display of Idealism Magic left all newcomers awestruck; they could only take in what they could while trying their best to observe everything around them.
Among them, the Daphne Sisters stood out prominently. Daphne and her sisters had received guidance from Xu Lie and cultivated various strange magical plants for combat.
The Daphne Sisters casually tossed beans around them; peas hit the ground and grew rapidly into cannon tubes, each Pea Cannon unleashing a barrage towards the Evil Mage camp.
Each Pea Cannon that landed in the Evil Mage camp didn’t explode violently; Daphne wasn’t skilled in explosive Thunder Magic either.
The Pea Cannon merely shattered, and from within, resilient vines rapidly sprouted, writhing like the tentacles of an octopus on land. Each sturdy vine bore buds of various colors, releasing a range of scents that either lulled one to sleep or sapped their will to fight.
Not only were the first graders bewildered, but the audience was also left in a daze.
"Is this... is this a Peashooter? A blend of Eastern and Western styles!"
"Tentacles! I never expected Daphne, who seems so gentle as a gardener, would unleash such tentacles in battle! I love this contrast!"
"Brothers in front, tone it down."
"Goodness, is this really Magic War? Why do I feel like I'm looking at an artillery position?"
The Evil Mages were suffering under the relentless assault of the Peashooter. While these plants lacked lethal power, they were certainly annoying! Whether it was the binding and whipping of the tentacle vines or the interference from the sleep-inducing floral scents, they were driven to madness.
"First, let's take them out!" One Evil Mage, unable to endure such soft torment any longer, summoned several Hell Hounds engulfed in flames. They prepared to charge at the Peashooter position.
The Hell Hounds obeyed without hesitation, trampling through black flames as they raced towards the Peashooter, ultimately unleashing black fire from their mouths as they lunged to bite.
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