This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Indeed, as the top apprentice on the hunter list in the intelligence, judging by the strength he just displayed, the blade spell he used must be a simplified Formal Wizard spell, and even on some levels of electromagnetic manipulation, it is more ingenious than the ordinary Formal Wizard spells..."

Lucien observed the top-ranked hunter through his evil eye progeny, while silently analyzing the abilities of this Heart of Electromagnetism in his mind.

"This power is almost close to that of a Formal Wizard..."

"Yes, this apprentice should also be close to breaking through, and I even feel that he has already met the condition to advance to a Formal Wizard..."

Many Formal Wizards were also drawn to the impressive combat record of the Heart of Electromagnetism. Through the demonic mirror formed by the evil eye in front of them, they watched the leading hunter’s "hunting broadcast" with expressions ranging from solemn to tense and discussed in low voices, some worried about their own apprentices being hunted by this formidable opponent.

However, the noise quickly became chaotic, as with the apprentices’ continuous encounters in the mystic realm, battles erupted one after another.

Buzz——

A miniature skull in front of Lucien trembled slightly, signifying that a Wizard Apprentice from Greybone Academy had fallen.

Lucien’s eyebrows twitched, but soon, the Witch Tool used for counting began to tremble incessantly.

This meant that at this very moment in the Blood Duel Mystic Realm, Wizard Apprentices from Greybone Academy were dying almost every second!

Now was the moment when these Wizard Apprentices had just entered the mystic realm, and it was also when the battles erupted most intensely!

"Dean Lucien need not worry too much, the apprentices who have fallen so far are mostly weak ones, cannon fodder, our losses are still within an acceptable range..."

Carlo, a middle-aged wizard at Lucien’s side, saw Lucien’s somewhat heavy expression and couldn’t help but offer a word of comfort.

"Yes." Lucien took a deep breath, but the thought of this horrifying rate of death filled him with dejection, and he looked at the entrance of the mystic realm as if staring at a high-powered meat grinder.

"Damn it! Worthless, worthless!" Suddenly, behind Lucien, a middle-aged wizard with a dark complexion slammed the table. He angrily pointed at the scene displayed in the observation mirror; his pale face flushed with bulging veins, making him look somewhat ferocious.

Just now, his hopeful nephew, to whom he had given a powerful Witch Tool, was killed by that Heart of Electromagnetism!

Not only had his desire for the precious material he hoped to earn from this Blood Duel turned to naught, but he also faced the loss of the Witch Tool he had lent to his nephew.

That was one of his frequently used offensive Witch Tools! The loss of that tool meant his own combat power would also be affected – a heavy loss indeed.

"Well done, Beckett! Worthy of being my student, Luotu. That’s right, slaughter all those Greybone Academy pigs!" On the other side, a wizard from the high tower faction, Luotu, also saw the scene through the observation mirror.

Seeing his apprentice Beckett, the Heart of Electromagnetism, using a swift blow to kill that third-level Wizard Apprentice armed with a Formal Wizard level Witch Tool, Luotu loudly praised him and then glared provocatively at the unusually calm Grey Bone Wizards.

"You’re celebrating too early, Luotu," the Grey Bone Wizard said indifferently.

"Hmph, well, we shall see. Hehe, I hope you Greybone pigs have taught your trash well enough to hide in the mystic realm. If Beckett finds them, hmph hmph hmph..." Luotu laughed sneeringly, then returned his gaze and continued watching the "broadcast."

"Hmm?" When Lucien switched his view back to Carly, his heart couldn’t help tensing. Carly was currently holding a bow and arrow, standing off against an apprentice from Winter Fort.

He was a muscular third-level Wizard Apprentice who looked more like a Knight than a Wizard, with a bandit’s aura and coldly sizing Carly up as a hunter would their prey.

Hunter NO.21, from Winter Fort, a top Wizard Apprentice codenamed "Iceberg"!

...

"A Fairy?" Inside the Blood Duel Mystic Realm, Iceberg stood on a large rock, looking down at Carly, and quickly recognized her identity from the silver hair that peeked out from her Wizard Robe and other external features, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirst.

"Do you know what you are in my eyes?" Iceberg, seeing Carly take out her origin bow, his mouth slightly curling, his body rapidly closing the distance to her, said as he swung his fist, his voice following, "You are a precious badge in my eyes!"

Carly retreated rapidly, stretching the distance between her and Iceberg while releasing the bowstring, three arrows shooting out, each accompanied by her developed [Blast Potion · Modified]!

Triple Bomb Arrow!

This was Carly’s strongest attack under normal circumstances, with the power of the potion enhancing the bomb arrows so that if they hit accurately, they could even heavily injure a third-level Wizard Apprentice. If they hit vital areas like the head or heart, they could even be fatal in one strike!

And with Carly’s exceptional archery skill from the Fairy Clan, even when targeting fast-moving active targets, she could achieve almost eighty percent accuracy! If the opponent were a regular Wizard Apprentice, perhaps this one arrow could directly dispatch them.

"Your attack is too direct!" Iceberg, also noticing those three arrows shot toward his head, sneered, and the Witch Tool ring on his left hand flickered. The next moment, his body disappeared from its spot, teleporting ten meters and appearing right in front of Carly.

His right hand was raised high, already transformed into a sharp ice blade under the influence of witchcraft seemingly able to cut everything in two.

Zero-level Witchcraft: Ice Slash!

"Hmph... die!" Iceberg sneered inwardly, already envisioning the scene of him directly killing a hunter.

After all, in his view, as a Melee Wizard, being able to engage a bowman at close quarters had already declared victory in this duel. Moreover, his killer move, Zero-State Witchcraft: Ice Slash, boasted an incredibly astonishing power; even if Carly could use some defensive witchcraft in that instant, it might not necessarily block his Ice Slash.

"Die now, don’t struggle—I’ll make your death relatively painless. This way, it’s easier for you, and I save some strength..." The Ice Shard formed by Iceberg’s right hand swiftly descended, and in his heart, he also bid Carly his "final farewell".

At that moment, a piece of "close-fitting armor" on Carly’s chest began to glow slightly, and then her body was covered in a layer of metal, forming a sturdy inner armor.

"Close-fitting defensive Witch Tools, huh? But that’s nothing!" Iceberg was quite calm at this time, thinking that, as a hunter, it was quite normal for Carly to have received a gift from a Formal Wizard.

But soon, a hint of astonishment crossed Iceberg’s eyes.

After the inner armor was formed, it was followed by a set of even more robust, fully-encased metallic armor that covered her entire body.

Even in Carly’s mouth, there now appeared a protective metal brace that, without hindering her chanting of spells or speaking, also brought her oral cavity and teeth under protection. Even the inside of the dental brace was flickering with rune light, providing Carly with an additional layer of defense.

In almost the blink of an eye, Carly transformed from a delicate and frail Fairy archer into a robust "iron lump".

And that wasn’t the end, for as soon as the Witch Tool armor was activated, runes inscribed upon it were stimulated, forming various shields in front of Carly.

Zero-level Witchcraft: Wall of Sighs!

Zero-level Witchcraft: Ice Shield!

Zero-level Witchcraft: Shadow Barrier!

...

In an instant, nearly ten layers of shields formed by witchcraft stood in front of Carly, blocking her from Iceberg.

Ping—

It was then that Iceberg’s ice blade, formed by his right hand, chopped down and upon shattering the outermost Wall of Sighs, smashed heavily onto the Ice Shield.

Crack—

A small white crack appeared on the Ice Shield, but compared to the shield’s thickness of nearly five centimeters, that thin white line was nothing more than a scratch.

Carly looked somewhat blankly at Iceberg, then at the remaining eight shields that had served no purpose.

At this time, with the maintenance of the runes on the Witch Tool armor’s surface, the outermost Wall of Sighs reformed and reconstituted the outermost line of protection around Carly.

"Break, break, break for me!" Iceberg, failing to break through with his first strike, felt somewhat embarrassed as he swung the ice blade again, unleashing a barrage of attacks on the outer layer of Carly’s shields.

His assault was fast and fierce, like a storm, pressuring Carly to the point that she couldn’t find an opportunity to counterattack with archery or witchcraft.

But after a series of continuous attacks, Iceberg looked at the gradually recovering shields, his expression turning blank.

He had attacked so hard for quite a while, but the result was that he couldn’t break through the defense! He couldn’t even reach the Witch Tool armor itself!

Is this a bowman?

What kind of bowman plays like this?!!

Iceberg glanced at his own hand where the ice blade was now slightly nicked, then at Carly, who was surrounded by other witchcraft defenses providing full protection without any blind spots.

After a brief silence, he quickly put distance between himself and Carly.

"You’re ruthless!" Iceberg said fiercely, but he still used another acceleration ability from his ring Witch Tool to quickly move away.

He didn’t fear Carly, but facing her "turtle" defenses, he couldn’t kill her in a short amount of time. And if the fight dragged on, he risked being surrounded and attacked by other Wizard Apprentices.

But Carly had now regained her composure. She watched Iceberg quickly retreating and with a gentle wave of her hand, summoned several vines with the gleam of black iron around his feet.

The vines formed a cage, trapping Iceberg directly within the Thorny Prison.

Bloodline Magic: Thorny Prison!

At the same time, Carly drew her bow again, this time with five arrows on the Origin Bow, all of which were the most lethal kind—explosive arrows!

Now, the roles of attacker and defender were reversed!