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"Wait... something's not right..." Just as Sean Sterling cast the Level 4 spell Mirror Clone, Black Robed Skeleton Face Bivis sensed a disturbance.
However, Sean Sterling's power was overwhelming. Under the terrifying Mental Power, the magical fluctuations were significantly weakened, almost to the point of being imperceptible, like a gentle breeze passing by. As a result, while Bivis felt a stirring deep within his mind and sensed something was amiss, he could not accurately pinpoint what the problem was.
"Bivis... what's wrong?" Seeing their prey about to be captured but suddenly sensing a change, the middle-aged woman was startled and couldn't help but communicate through Mental Power. The other Six People also turned their gazes toward Bivis, their bodies tensing in preparation for an unknown danger.
Bivis furrowed his brow tightly, his eyes fixed on the approaching figure. A strong sense of unease filled his heart, accompanied by an almost terrifying instinct that screamed danger! Extreme danger! Run! Quickly run!
"Things have changed; we need to retreat." A low voice emerged from Bivis's mouth as his eerie green eyes narrowed to slits, sensing a strong threat.
"What? We’re retreating now?" The middle-aged woman felt something was off but did not realize how dire the situation had become.
"Lord Bivis..." The others were also surprised.
"Hurry up... if we don't leave now, it will be too late." Bivis trembled suddenly, his ghostly fire-like eyes nearly extinguished. He felt an overwhelming pressure rapidly approaching, filled with a dense aura of death that froze his Mental Power upon contact, rendering it sluggish.
Without another word, he cast a spell on himself and transformed into a cloud of black smoke, rushing away.
The other seven saw this; only the middle-aged woman hesitated briefly before quickly following. The remaining individuals stood confused, unsure whether to stay or go.
"Since you've come... you might as well stay. Before me, Sean Sterling, with your little abilities, none of you can escape." Almost as soon as Bivis and the middle-aged woman moved, Sean Sterling's voice thundered from all directions.
As his words echoed out, a grayish-blue circular wave suddenly spread. Wherever this wave passed through, all the plants in the Garden grew wildly; the soil churned, snow flew up, and the ground seemed to transform into an ocean, rolling incessantly.
At the same time, the rapidly growing plants appeared as if they had come to life; each sprouted menacing thorns that danced across the ground. With every movement, one could see the terrifying fangs at the tips of these plants silently roaring.
Intermediate Level 5 magic—Thorn Cage.
The world within half a mile seemed to turn into a hall of thorns; countless plants grew frantically in a supernatural state. Broken branches fell to the ground like seeds, quickly evolving into fierce thorns.
In this chaotic world, Sean Sterling floated in mid-air. His left eye shone with white light; veins bulged at his temples. Dressed in black clothing that billowed continuously, he resembled a demon from hell.
The six people, who had yet to react and flee, were now all frozen in place. Even Bivis, who had already escaped a distance, and the middle-aged woman found themselves struggling to move, caught in a dilemma.
Terrifying thorns, like raging pythons, attacked wildly. The overwhelming force created a continuous series of piercing shrieks that filled the snowy night with a sense of impending doom.
Even though Bivis was highly skilled and unleashed the black magic shadow cloud known as Avatar, transforming his physical form into an intangible mist, it proved futile.
All the thorns were infused with intense magical energy, becoming a form of supernatural plant life that fire could not extinguish or earth could not bury; only a stronger force could destroy them.
Among these thorns was Sean Sterling, whose mental power manifested in countless forms. When Bivis's black smoke came into contact with it, it felt like being struck by thunder, as the overwhelming Mental Power contained within the thorns injured his spirit.
This was a desperate situation. After reaching Intermediate level, the disparity in strength between each level grew increasingly vast. Although Bivis was an Intermediate Level 4 warrior, he was now facing Sean Sterling, who had already stepped into Intermediate Level 5 and possessed immense fortuitous encounters. It was a luxury for him to wish for survival today.
"Ah...! No..."
"Run..."
"Lord Bivis, Chief Executor... save me... ah..."
At that moment, a series of desperate screams echoed as the six people who hesitated to flee encountered danger.
The sprawling thorns waved and covered the area like the tentacles of a gigantic sea monster, crashing down with tremendous force. The scene resembled the arrival of an apocalypse.
Those with only Intermediate Level strength could not withstand such terrifying magic that felt like a disaster. They exhausted all their means and activated their Protective Skills but still could not escape death.
No matter what Protective Skill they used—whether it shone like divine light or enveloped them in dark shadows like hellish demons—none were effective. Even attempts to evade using agility or resist with Amplification Equipment proved useless.
Under absolute pressure of strength, everything became futile and illusory, all crushed underfoot.
The thick and fierce thorns were harder than refined steel and sharper than exquisite swords. A human body compared to them was like paper—easily pierced and spilling blood everywhere.
In terms of Agility and evasion skills, no matter what method they employed—even if they tried to burrow underground—they remained within the densely packed range of thorn attacks.
Six Intermediate Level powerhouses were torn to shreds in an instant, their blood splattering into the air, only to be absorbed by the dense thorns before it could even touch the ground, enhancing their power further.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!!
Thousands of thorns whirled and danced, resembling a gigantic meat grinder. In such a place, no matter how astonishing your strength, escape from annihilation was impossible.
Bu Yuan hid behind a hillock, watching this scene that resembled a disaster, his mind shaken and his expression stiff.
Strong! Too strong! This is the might of a Level 5 Intermediate powerhouse!
From the moment Sean Sterling made his move to when Bu concealed himself, only a brief minute had passed. Yet in that minute, it felt like a countdown to death.
In one minute, even if Bu used all his means, he could only kill the weakest Intermediate Level powerhouse. But for Sean Sterling, a casual strike seemed as simple as clenching a fist; in just that moment, six Intermediate Level powerhouses were annihilated without any resistance.
Bu's heart was filled with both joy and anxiety, two contrasting emotions reflecting his current shock.
He felt joy for having such a powerful backing for protection but anxiety over the countless strong individuals out there. Who knew how many with strength like Sean Sterling existed in this vast Fran Continent? With Bu's current strength, he was utterly defenseless against such a formidable powerhouse.
“Lord Sean... I know I was wrong. For the sake of the Star Moon Alliance, please spare me. I will fulfill all your demands,” a woman's pleading voice echoed from afar, coming from a middle-aged woman struggling under the relentless thorn attacks.
“Star Moon Alliance...?” Bumenlu exclaimed in surprise as he turned to look.
What he saw was the middle-aged woman in an extremely disheveled state, drenched in sweat, her clothes nearly torn to shreds, faintly revealing her alluring figure.
Her pale face and increasingly feeble attacks indicated she was on the verge of collapse and had begun to plead for mercy.
“Grace, you...” Bivis's hand flashed with dark energy as a level magic Corrosion spell weakened several thorn attacks. He then quickly dodged aside, panting heavily while fixing his gaze on the middle-aged woman.
At this point, Bivis couldn't afford to be calm; his life was hanging by a thread.
As a practitioner of witchcraft known as a Dark Mage, he had always been at odds with those who claimed to study Arcane, like the Elemental Mage. While they didn't despise each other to the point of immediate hostility upon meeting, any friction between them would surely lead to an irreconcilable conflict.
The current situation has exceeded his expectations, placing him on the brink of life and death.
Before taking action, Bivis had already considered the presence of Sean Sterling. After all, a magician at the Intermediate Level 5 is quite formidable, and the contestant they chose to ambush tonight falls under Sean Sterling's jurisdiction.
However, while he had considered this, whether to factor Sean Sterling into the plan was another matter entirely.
The Judge of Holy Light Academy holds a noble status and generally does not intervene in conflicts between contestants or in assassinations carried out by their respective factions.
Just like in the previous Qualification Challenge, several contestants had not even stepped onto the Competition Platform before falling victim to assassinations from rival factions. In such cases, the noble Judges turn a blind eye as long as their own safety is not threatened. Even when contestants under their jurisdiction face life-threatening situations, they do not intervene.
Holy Light Academy adheres to the principle of survival of the fittest, often expecting its students to withstand various trials and tribulations. Assassinations are far too common an occurrence.
For Holy Light Academy, regardless of one's potential, that is a matter for the future; what matters most is the present. If one is unfortunate enough to be killed by an enemy faction, it only highlights their incompetence. No matter how great their potential may be, they ultimately become just another pile of bones.
Therefore, no Judge would concern themselves with conflicts among contestants; in fact, they might even take pleasure in seeing the factions behind them continuously send assassins after each other's contestants.
It seems that only in this way can they find some amusement and pay attention to who will ultimately endure through all the assassinations and ascend to the top position in the Peak Showdown, becoming the most outstanding student.
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