Chapter 106

The movements of the Monte Carlo apprentices were constantly monitored by Moldo. The conflict just now quickly spread to the ears of others through the departure of the witnesses.

"Are you sure it's James? That old James? "

The rookies were not familiar with James, but it did not mean that others were the same. The apprentices who had worked in Adam's laboratory were all shocked when they heard the news. They could not connect the kind old man who had always guided them in Psychokinetic Meditation with the brave man who had initiated the duel.

Eliot had been living with his tail between his legs for a while. If it was not an especially important matter, he would not leave the laboratory, fearing that he would run into his' old friends' from Monte Carlo. Today was a rare day for him to go out and relax. When he heard the news, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of wine everywhere.

He did not bother to wipe it off. He threw down the cup and rushed out of the apprentice bar towards the duel arena. He knew Francis and knew how strong he was. Although James's strength had improved rapidly in recent years, he knew that his old body would not be able to withstand a long battle.

Along the way, there were people gathering towards the duel arena. Eliot suddenly stopped in the air, gritted his teeth, and turned to fly towards Adam's laboratory. He knew that Adam did not care about anything outside of the laboratory, but this was something he had to know.

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"James, are you crazy? Why are you dueling with the barbarians from Monte Carlo?! "

"Give up. It's not too late to give up now. With your body, you can't win. You will die!"

Most of the apprentices who knew James and were still in the academy were present. No one was optimistic about James, and no one wanted to see him die.

James did not answer any questions, nor did he listen to any dissuasion. He stood alone in the duel arena with a stubborn attitude. There was no nervousness before the battle, no fear of death, only calmness.

All of a sudden, the entire place quieted down. The Apprentices of Mordo automatically opened up a path for the Apprentices of Monte Carlo. Their eyes were filled with fear and disgust as they stared at the Apprentices of Monte Carlo.

Bill and Monica took the lead and landed on the other side of the stands. Monica smiled and said, "Oh, so many people. My dear Bill, they seem to be very angry and scared."

Bill glared at Monica coldly, but he couldn't do anything about this crazy woman. He had to tell Francis, "Hurry up and solve it. I don't like being watched as a clown."

Francis nodded heavily. A gust of wind swirled under his feet, and he instantly arrived on the dueling platform. He said to James, "I really hate this feeling of being watched by a bunch of useless idiots." He didn't care about the anger of the crowd at all. His words included all the apprentices present.

Moldo's Apprentices were immediately enraged. They stood up and glared at Francis.

Francis only looked at them with disdain and said, "I don't like duels either. This kind of duel where magic is used within a fixed area is too childish. You don't even know what a real battle is like."

Francis' words had no effect on James. He only asked calmly, "Are you done?"

James' words were still harsh to Francis, but he didn't let it affect his mentality. Instead, he nodded seriously, "I'm not done. But you don't need to know, because I'll tell you the rest after you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, runes flashed and Francis retreated. At the same time, a chain of wind blades slashed towards James. The violent sound of wind breaking rang in the ears of all the onlookers, but no one was willing to blink. They looked at James worriedly, afraid that he would be killed in the first round.

Monte Carlo's Apprentices were full of admiration. Francis was best at wind blades and all kinds of shapeshifting magic made of wind blades. In previous battles, opponents who were weaker than him would be cut into pieces in the first moment. Opponents of the same level or even slightly stronger than him would be flustered in a hurry.

James didn't have any reaction. He was still standing in the same place. There was no rune light around his body, and he didn't construct any defensive magic. It was as if he was waiting for death.

Francis rose into the sky and looked at James who didn't dodge. He twitched his mouth in disdain. He didn't wait for the magic to end. Instead, he cast a new spell in mid-air. Along with the violent fluctuations of magic, balls of wind blasted towards James like cannonballs.

At the same time, the wind blades arrived in front of James. Just as they were about to be cut open, the Psychokinetic Barrier began to stack, quickly canceling out the power of the wind blades. The friction and collision of energy caused sparks to fly, but James was unharmed.

Facing the balls of wind that followed closely, James raised both of his hands. Psychokinetic magic transformed and materialized outside the barrier. At this moment, James seemed to have thousands of arms, bombarding each ball of wind in the wildest way possible.

They were scattered one by one.

"This is the Psychokinetic magic created by that person?" Bill stared at the battlefield from the stands and asked softly.

A flower appeared under Monica's feet. She sat in the flower and supported her chin with her hands. She said thoughtfully, "It should be, right? I've heard of this kind of meditation before. I thought it was something flashy but useless. I didn't expect it to be so interesting. "

"It is indeed interesting. There is no elemental aura. Pure mental strength can be materialized to carry magic. What an unexpected way."

Francis was not surprised when he saw James break his magic. Instead, he was happy. This kind of battle was interesting. Since he had become a clown on the stage, defeating a strong enemy was more interesting than acting alone.

Monte Carlo's apprentices' impression of James and Psychokinetic magic was only interesting. No one thought that James could defeat Francis with this kind of magic. Apart from them, Moldo's apprentices clenched their fists and looked hopeful, hoping that James could create a miracle.

Francis flicked his fingers again and again. The fine wind blades gathered into small whirlwinds, and countless whirlwinds formed a huge tornado. Under his control, they rolled towards James. The amazing cutting power changed the whole stands beyond recognition. The onlookers had to build a defense to block the wind blades and debris.

James took a deep breath. As he inhaled and exhaled, Psychokinesis began to glow and condense on the surface of his body. In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped in it like an elemental creature. Now, James looked like a giant. Facing the incoming tornado, he took a step forward and threw a punch.

"You overestimate yourself!" Francis muttered softly. To him, the magic would not stop as long as the enemy was not dead. So he continued to build wind blades, and five tornadoes appeared on the field at the same time.