Chapter 142: Chapter 142

The third qualification match, the situation of the two teams is as follows:

William Behrens (Yi Chen), one year since entering the city, profession: “student (purple)”

Jin Almeda, one year since entering the city, profession: “Body Weapon Master (black)”

Ludwig Reagan, one year and nine months since entering the city, profession: “Prototype Master (purple)”

Charvis Elliott, three years since entering the city, profession: “Wind Summoner (blue)”

Balzan Livovich, two years and eight months since entering the city, profession: “Burning Destroyer (black)”

Barry Bessalius, two years since entering the city, profession: “Heavy Knight (blue)”

“It should have hit…”

Seeing the Wind Blade approach closely, reaching a distance impossible to dodge, Charvis clenched his fist in anticipation.

An electric current surged up the spine protruding from Ludwig’s back.

An electric energy pulse released on a small scale, directly shattering the Wind Blade, leaving not even a trace of magical residue.

“Spiritual Shock instant dispelling…” Charvis gritted his teeth while his mouth twitched, “What kind of monster is this? Are the youngsters really this terrifying nowadays? If you don’t harbor killing intent against such an opponent, victory is simply out of reach.

If I remain this cautious, I might lose the match without even getting a chance to touch him.

Such a guy definitely won’t die easily, let’s try this move.”

Charvis’s mindset underwent a transformation as he silently recited a certain secret spell,

a high-rank magic spell completely different from the Wind Blade began to condense in his hands, forming two crystals, one azure and one white, clasped in his palm.

He continued his rush forward, closing the final ten-meter distance.

Hum! Another consciousness shock wave emitted by Ludwig, this time directly targeting Charvis.

Despite having two lines of defense set up in his consciousness, he still bled from his eyes and nose… his vision was obstructed by a curtain of blood.

Charvis simply closed his eyes, carefully listening to the sound of the wind.

Locking onto the target, he successfully closed in!

For a pure Perception Gentleman, lacking in close combat techniques, being approached in battle is a very dangerous thing.

When squads are on missions outdoors, it’s necessary for members to ensure the safety of their Perception Gentleman, reducing the chances of being approached by Patients.

But there are exceptions.

When Charvis successfully closed the distance to Ludwig,

Ludwig, who hadn’t made any moves during the entire match, lifted his right hand for the first time… and he did so with incredible speed, reaching in front of Charvis’s eyes in the blink of an eye.

An electric current different from magic gathered in the palm.

Hum! A Pulse Cannon in a compressed form shot out from the palm, its power beyond estimation.

However, Charvis had already anticipated this scenario.

He crushed the azure crystal in his left hand in advance.

The body that was shot through by the Pulse Cannon dissipated like a stream of air, or rather, it was just a temporary false body conjured by magic.

The real Charvis had already shifted his position, moving rapidly to the side and ending up behind Ludwig.

Crack! He crushed the white crystal in his right hand.

A Storm Sword, almost as solid as a real one, formed in his hand.

Having pinned Ludwig as a ‘monster’ from the beginning, Charvis naturally took into account that the opponent must have close combat techniques,

thus he reserved two secret techniques, “Wind Shadow Body” and “Storm Sword,” inside a temporarily constructed Demon Crystal, to seize this opportunity to win.

Charvis, wrapped in a cleansing breeze, swung the Storm Sword in his hand at the greatest speed towards the side of the shoulder.

at this critical moment, Ludwig in front of him didn’t dodge or defend but shouted a peculiar phrase.

Before the Storm Sword could strike,

a powerful blow, seemingly out of nowhere, struck Charvis’s chest; like a bullet, he was shot towards the edge of the arena… Boom! He smashed into the reinforced wall, creating a shallow human-shaped dent.

Pff~ A gush of blood sprayed from Charvis’s mouth, and he could also smell a hint of something burning.

Glancing down, he saw that his chest was branded with a deep, charred handprint.

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