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Let the brutal slaughter among the participants unfold, disregarding the process and solely pursuing results, even resorting to any means necessary. As long as one survives in the end, that person is the victor of the Holy Light Academy.
This cold and ruthless selection process stems from the indulgence of all Judges, driven by an unavoidable competitive situation and the desire for revenge over old grievances. Consequently, all contestants refrain from complaints and instead willingly engage in schemes and battles.
It seems to have become a habit; this method of selection has been passed down since the Qualification Challenge of the Holy Light Academy, with no one willing to disrupt it or deem it necessary to do so. Over time, not intervening in the grudges between contestants has become an unspoken agreement among all Judges, with few daring to make exceptions.
As a result, most people mistakenly believe that the Judges of Holy Light Academy do not intervene in the intrigues and schemes among contestants for some special reason. Even if a contestant under a Judge's jurisdiction is killed, it would not provoke that Judge into a rage or create enmity.
However, there are always exceptions; as life is unpredictable and ever-changing, Sean Sterling is one such variable. Because of this variable, Bivis is bound to face misfortune.
When he accepted the assassination mission against Bu, he had already made a mistake, for standing behind Bu was Sean Sterling.
One wrong step leads to total defeat.
Although Bivis had considered Sean Sterling as a factor, he was constrained by his limited thinking and took it as a law that Judges do not interfere in the grudges between contestants without considering human nature. Human hearts are fickle, which is the key reason for his downfall today.
With Sean Sterling's eccentric temperament, what others regard as rules is mere nonsense to him.
Acting recklessly based on personal preference—that is Sean Sterling.
Bivis rashly moved against Sean Sterling without understanding his temperament; thus, today's disaster is self-inflicted.
Dark Mages have always been unrecognized by the Magic Council and despised by all legitimate Elemental Mages. A Dark Mage provoking a legitimate Elemental Mage while possessing Intermediate Level 4 strength against an Intermediate Level 5 opponent is akin to a sheep entering a tiger's den—essentially courting death.
Bivis is well aware of this fact and knows he cannot escape his fate today; even pleading for mercy would be futile.
The pleas of that middle-aged woman, Grace, might still offer a glimmer of hope, but given his identity as a Dark Mage, even if he were to kneel and call Sean Sterling "grandfather," it would be of no use—he would still lose his life.
Therefore, Bivis was filled with immense hatred towards Grace's plea for mercy. If Grace had stubbornly fought to the end, he would have had a slight chance to breathe and might even find an opportunity to escape. After all, it was better for the two of them to join forces against Sean Sterling than for one person to struggle alone.
But now, with Grace begging for mercy, everything might change in the next moment. At that time, facing Sean Sterling's terrifying attacks would no longer be a battle for two but a solitary fight for him, Bivis, without even a backup.
“Damn Sean Sterling... please, don’t let Grace go; you must not let her escape.” Bitterly, Bivis found himself secretly pleading with Sean Sterling, cursing Grace in his heart.
He muttered curses continuously, his eyes glowing green like Ghost Fire rising. His Mental Power was completely drained as he cast various protective spells on himself, barely managing to fend off the countless thorny attacks for a moment.
It seemed as if his prayers were answered, or perhaps Sean Sterling simply disregarded their resistance entirely, determined to kill them both. A chilling declaration of death escaped his lips.
“Today, however many of you came, that’s how many will remain. Pleading for mercy is useless... I won’t take the Star Moon Alliance seriously. Die!”
As soon as the last word left his mouth, a brilliant light erupted from Sean Sterling's left eye. With a sudden extension of his right hand, all the thorns went berserk; chaotic magical energy exploded, lifting the ground within dozens of meters and sending shockwaves that traveled hundreds of meters away.
“Grace, we fight!” Just as they were hit by the explosive shockwave, the terrifying thorns—extending hundreds of meters and measuring three to four meters in diameter—had yet to strike. All of Bivis's protective spells shattered instantly and could not hold back even for a breath.
The powerful shockwave swept through; Bivis’s green glow dissipated, blood spewed from his mouth, and his body was torn apart by the explosion with the sound of breaking bones echoing.
At the same time, Grace, caught within the attack range, also suffered severe injuries. Although she had fully activated her internal energy and employed an Intermediate Level defensive skill before the attack erupted, enveloping herself in a fiery red energy shield like Magma, the gap in strength rendered her struggles futile. The shattered ground compressed her form while the chaotic magical impact distorted, tore apart, and ultimately shattered her fiery red energy shield.
The entire scene was violent, domineering, and unstoppable, as if an earthquake had struck.
Grace’s clothes were shredded completely; her exquisite figure barely caught anyone's eye before being torn into bloody shreds by an even more violent surge of energy. Several thick thorns like dragon serpents suddenly wrapped around her.
With just a gentle squeeze, Grace’s body was gruesomely severed into several segments amidst horrifying sounds; her blood sprayed as those thorns devoured it piece by piece, creating an incredibly bloody scene.
The entire process of this offensive explosion was incredibly swift; in the blink of an eye, a person with a strength level of Intermediate 4 was reduced to a puddle of flesh, without even a scream escaping.
At a hillside a hundred meters away, Bu was left numb and shocked by Sean Sterling's overwhelming power.
What an immense and powerful force this was! With a single strike, a deep pit was created within a radius of several dozen meters. Soil mixed with white snow flew into the air, and the ground seemed to open its ferocious mouth to roar, as if the earth itself was enraged. The ground shook continuously within hundreds of meters, with cracks spreading like spider webs.
Moreover, thousands of thick thorns resembling deep-sea monsters formed a curtain that surged down with tremendous force, seemingly intent on overturning the land and reversing the very heavens.
The Intermediate 5 magic—Thorn Cage—enhanced by Sean Sterling's peculiar White Eyes was so powerful that it could rival the top combat techniques of Intermediate 5 warriors, possessing the might to split mountains and shatter peaks.
Originally belonging to plant control magic, Thorn Cage, when cast by Sean Sterling, proved even more formidable than his main offensive Thunder Attribute Magic.
Bu felt that if he were at the center of this attack, surviving even a second would be a luxury. But then, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the flesh on his face couldn't help but twitch: "This is bad! Six Intermediate Level experts, and one Intermediate 4 master just got taken out like that. How much Experience is that...?"
Although Bu planned to fully cultivate his energy before gaining Experience for leveling up, accumulating some Experience in advance would still be quite beneficial.
Of course, this was merely wishful thinking; after all, anyone who could survive even a minute against Sean Sterling's attack would be considered formidable.
"Boom!"
At that moment, in the center of the battle circle surrounded by thick thorns as large as dragons, a black Light Barrier suddenly rose up, forming a gigantic skull shape that was terrifyingly ominous.
"Oh~ there’s actually a Level 5 defensive Magic Scroll—Evil Spirit Protection. Interesting..." Sean Sterling raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as he gazed at the giant skull surrounded by thorns, feeling a flicker of interest.
A Level 5 Magic Scroll was not something to be taken lightly; even someone like Sean Sterling, who had reached Intermediate 5 as a mage, didn't have many stored. Such scrolls were exceedingly rare in circulation; whenever one appeared on the market, it would be frantically bid upon by countless people.
The fact that Bivis possessed a Level 5 defensive Magic Scroll surprised Sean Sterling while also seeming reasonable. After all, it was expected that an Intermediate 4 existence would have some powerful trump cards.
However, even so, Bivis was still doomed today unless he could possess dozens of Level 5 Magic Scrolls. Otherwise, with Sean Sterling's methods, breaking through an Evil Spirit Protection and killing Bivis hiding within would just require a bit more effort.
At this moment, countless thorns roared like a fierce Dragon Roar, striking down with the force to split mountains upon the giant skull protecting Bivis.
The sound of powerful impacts echoed continuously. The giant skull was under intense and concentrated attack, gradually showing cracks on its surface, and the black aura enveloping it began to fade. The ground beneath it was shattered by the overwhelming force, sending dirt and stones flying.
Inside the skull, Bivis was further shaken by this immense power, his head buzzing and blood flowing from his ears.
"Sean Sterling, I do not wish to be your enemy, yet you force me into this. If I escape, I will surely take revenge for today's grudge," Bivis screamed in a voice filled with fear and growing resentment as he felt his internal injuries worsening and a thick aura of death enveloping him.
Sean Sterling chuckled lightly at his words: "Let's see if you can escape first." With that, he mentally commanded the countless thorns to launch an even fiercer assault, causing thunderous roars to erupt like thunder.
Although the battle had only lasted a few minutes, such a commotion naturally alarmed everyone in the castle. Almost instantly after the fighting began, over a dozen figures surged toward this direction from the building forming the Hexagram pattern. Their speed was astonishing, and behind them followed hundreds more figures, seemingly all members of the elite teams mobilizing.
In the castle as well, contestants and Judges emerged upon hearing the commotion and rushed toward the battlefield.
In an instant, due to this sudden battle, the quiet snowy night became chaotic, with shadows darting out like fleas in the night.
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