Another World's Versatile Crafting Master

Chapter 268: Round-Robin

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gryffindor’s complexion was extremely pale. The last Pyroblast not only broke his Water Shield, but also created a serious impact on his body. His left arm was left hanging weakly before his chest, while his delicate robe had long been burnt to ashes. If not for his right hand that was still gripping tightly onto his staff, no one would be able to tell that the young man who was looking like a beggar was still the top mage of Felan a minute ago...

Even Gryffindor could not help but admit that he was in an extremely messy situation. His left arm had been fractured by the Pyroblast. Any bit of movement was enough to inflict excruciating pain. The skin on his chest suffered a very serious burn, and every breath he drew brought him agony. Other than these, he also had countless wounds of different sizes...

Gryffindor was very clear of the impact of the Pyroblast. If he did not have the Water Shield to absorb those attacks, as well as the protection from the four master-level mageweaths established by Aldwin, he would have turned into ashes after being hit by the first Pyroblast.

And, those were not the worst...

To Gryffindor, the depletion of mana was the most terrible thing that could happen. In fact, he still could not believe how that Felic fella could drain his mana with 60 Pyroblasts.

What the h*ll, is that bastard still human?

Gryffindor was not the only one in disbelief. Everyone was shocked when Lin Li shattered the Water Shield with his Pyroblasts. They were all discussing the 60 Pyroblasts as well as the young Archmage. Even the other people who knew Lin Li personally—like Macklin—couldn’t help but rub their hands in anticipation.

They had no choice, either; it was too freakish to cast 60 Pyroblasts...

If they had not witnessed it themselves, those like Macklin would have never believed such a bizarre situation. The amount of mana that 60 Pyroblasts required to cast was astronomical. If it was an Archmage-level spell, it would take one full day.

The great amount of mana could only be described in one word—horrifying.

Hoffman, on the other hand, was laughing heartily without reservation.

“Goddammit, why are you laughing...?” Herza pursed his lips, and his face became more wrinkled. He knew why that fatso was laughing. If he were Hoffman, the deal that was worth millions of gold coins might make him more hysterical than Hoffman.

That damn fatso was lucky...

Although the round-robin comprised of two rounds, a blind man would know that the ultimate victory would belong to the young mage from Jarrosus. The young man was beyond crazy. Even if Matthias tried to hide his true abilities, would he be more powerful than such an abnormal human being?

Look at what that Felic guy did! He did not even draw a breath when he cast those 60 Pyroblasts! Just his terrifying mana was enough to set him apart from Matthias. Not to mention Matthias, even Herza, who was close to the Legendary level, would not be able to it. 60 Pyroblasts were indeed a little too much...

“Hahahaha! Old man, feel free to be jealous of me...” Hoffman laughed as though there was nobody else with him. He had no time to care about Herza’s feelings.

“Hehe...” Herza laughed. He was neither angry nor jealous of Hoffman at all...

That was right—Hoffman really won millions of gold coins for himself. But, so what? While the Glittergold Trade Union gained more money for its already huge pool of funds, the Supreme Council gained a bona fide freakish power!

At this time, Herza really wanted to remind the fatso beside him that the young man who had cast 60 Pyroblasts was a member of the Jarrosus Guild of Magic. In other words, he would become one of the members in the Supreme Council.

Furthermore, after this battle, he would be in charge of a new guild. Until then, as long as the Supreme Council approved, he would be able to borrow the young man whenever he needed. How would that be measurable by millions of gold coins?

Damn, why would the Glittergold Trade Union have such a foolish decision maker? To still be elated after he let go of the valuable prize just to grab at trifles...

At this time, Lin Li already walked to Gryffindor.

“So sorry, Mage Gryffindor. I might have accidentally won...” Lin Li apologized and smiled hypocritically.

“I’m warning you not to do anything funny! It is a serious crime to injure the guild’s steward!” Gryffindor withstood the gripping pain on his body and moved backwards subconsciously. Although his words were threatening, his face wore a horrified expression. A moron would be able to tell that although he appeared menacing, he was actually in a weakened state...

“Oh, really...?” Lin Li reached out a right hand doubtfully. Before anyone heard him recite any spell, they saw the distortion of magical waves in their surroundings. Afterwards, a ball of fire lit up in his right hand. However, Lin Li was not in a rush to send the Flaming Hand to Gryffindor. He fiddled with it in his palms while giving Gryffindor a deadly glare.

“That’s great, I am actually quite curious about the consequences of injuring our steward...”

“You...” When the flames rose, Gryffindor could feel his eyebrows twitch. His right hand that was against his chest trembled weakly. He could not expect what happened to Mason would be happening to himself so quickly...

“Take it easy, Mage Gryffindor. Don’t be so anxious! You know, I don’t like it when other people injure my friends...” Lin Li said, and smiled warmly at Gryffindor before casting the Flaming Hand onto him the moment the word “friends” was pronounced. At that instant, a sizzling sound could be heard. What followed was a thick white smoke and a burnt smell...

“AHHHHH...!” Gryffindor’s shriek broke the silence in the Aurora Square. Instantly, he felt as though there was a soldering iron on his chest. The pain was so excruciating that he even had the desire to die.

The two judges who hid themselves faraway could not help but frown as they saw how Gryffindor struggled and screamed. It was a reenactment from the previous battle. There were the same sanguinary and menacing situation, just that the victim was not Mason, but Gryffindor...

“Sigh...” Macklin sighed while he sat at his seat. The fella’s temper did not change at all. Bearing grudges like no other people, this fella would find a way to make his enemies pay by returning the affront tenfold...

But to think of it, it was Gryffindor’s fault to offend the wrong person. He had already warned him against that. It was his own recklessness to make things difficult for Felic by abusing his authority as the guild’s steward. That bastard was definitely going to suffer in Felic’s hands...

However, since that scoundrel was the student of Rosen, he was afraid that old Andoine was going to get a headache for quite some time...

“Damn, how can such an affable man have such brutal methods?” Hoffman gasped at the violent scene in shock. He’d always thought that the young pharmacist was a gentle person...

It was no wonder that Hoffman would think that way. During the previous gathering, although Lin Li entered a conflict with two other people, it was only a minor matter. Neither Milo nor Elin crossed his bottom line. Hence, it gave Hoffman the impression that he was an agreeable man...

“Affable man...?” Macklin nearly choked on his saliva when he heard those words.

Damn, since when was he an affable man?

From how Orrin’s minor injury triggered him to fracture the four limbs of the Marathon Family’s descendant, and how his attendant’s injury nearly caused the death of Darian’s nephew... To say that Felic was an affable man was too absurd...!

“How is it, Mage Gryffindor? How do you feel now?” Lin Li asked after he flicked his hand to remove the remains of the fire spark.

“You... What do you want to do?” Gryffindor asked cautiously and backed away in fear.

“What do I want? Hehe, Mage Gryffindor. Do you still need to ask me what I want...?” Lin Li said smilingly. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he kicked Gryffindor’s chest forcefully. “You injured two of my teammates and still have the cheek to ask me? Alright, let me tell you what I want now...”

Lin Li was a man who had the true abilities of a Smithing Guru. Not to mention that Gryffindor was gravely injured now, even if he were at his normal state of health, Lin Li’s attack’s result would be serious. Everyone could hear Gryffindor’s shriek and see how he curled up like a dried shrimp on the ground. Even the two judges from afar could not help but feel sorry for Gryffindor when they heard his whines.

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