Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 5 The Battle of Greenfield

The age difference is close to five years, Taiya is a head taller than Taian, and she hugs her brother's head tightly.

"No! You want to suffocate me!"

"Xiao An, sister really misses you."

Taiya smiled like a flower and tried to lift her brother. Unfortunately, Taian's resistance was too firm and she had no choice but to give up: "How did you know I'm here?"

"The housekeeper asked for help!"

At this time, Musophi was in trouble, and a group of curious girls surrounded him.

"I'm warning you, you'd better be more respectful, otherwise I'm going to get angry..."

There were loud cheers from the audience.

From the entrances on both sides of the arena, two swordsmen came out.

Greenfield, a red-haired girl, is a second grader.

Green-haired boy, Carol Jones, fourth grader.

Although he is also a genius, there is a gap of two academic years. The betting odds are unanimously not optimistic about Greenfield, and the odds were once as high as 1 to 6.

"Your fiancée is so impulsive!" Taiya looked solemn, leaning on the iron railing, with her burden on her elbow as if showing off.

Tai'an silently covered his face.

"Don't worry! Xiao An, your fiancée will be fine with your sister taking care of her." Taiya Surong promised.

"Did Greenfield instigate the duel?" Tai'an tried to learn more about the wife arranged by the family.

"No! The Hongfeng family and the Green forest family have always had disputes." Tai Ya looked at the two people who were gradually approaching.

"Don't you think it's despicable for a fourth grade boy to bully a second grade girl?" Tai'an frowned slightly.

"Despicable?" Taiya smiled contemptuously: "Some people's moral bottom line is lower than you think. Despicable is a compliment to them."

Greenfield's face was expressionless, and he slowly pulled out the sword from his waist. The blade of the sword dropped at a forty-five degree angle.

"If you are willing to sleep with me, I won't scratch your beautiful face." Carol Jones showed a frivolous smile.

"Appearance means nothing to me." Greenfield raised his sword and pointed it directly at Carlo Jones' face, which was also full of provocation.

Carlo Jones' face darkened.

Before the two started fighting, they started playing psychological warfare, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Can Greenfield win?" Musophei was more interested in the future mistress.

"Disaster!"

Judging from the pure amount of magic in his body, Carlo Jones is almost twice as much as Greenfield. Adolescence is a period of rapid development, and it is difficult to make up for the two-year time gap. Moreover, men's physical fitness is naturally stronger than that of women of the same age, and the gap will widen as time goes by.

Greenfield's chances of winning are very low, or none at all!

Unless, borrow external force!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them acted at the same time, and the inscribed sword in Greenfield's hand burst out with dazzling fire.

The flaming giant sword swung down from the air with unstoppable momentum.

The firelight reflected in the pupils of Tai'an who was watching the battle, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I see, it has quite a visual effect."

Carlo Jones, who was facing the attack head-on, felt his heart palpitate and instinctively activated the inscribed sword in his hand. A light green transparent shield enveloped his body, and he raised the hilt of his sword to block Greenfield's violent attack.

The huge magic power was transmitted to the ground under his feet, and the soil exploded in an instant, raising dust all over the sky.

There is no doubt that Greenfield's weapons have more advantages and make up for the gap in hard power to a certain extent.

The collision of the swords erupted with strong sword pressure, blowing away the dust in the sky.

Carol Jones had a ferocious expression, and his whole body was burning with transparent arrogance.

The spectators were in an uproar. The fighting spirit covering the body is a sign of entering the official rank. Therefore, strength and apprenticeship are not on the same level at all.

"You don't think you can win!" The green-haired boy's eyes were fierce, and his throat roared like a beast.

Greenfield's delicate figure was thrown away, and he barely adjusted his posture.

Carlo Jones followed with a hard chop.

A paranoid and crazy look with an unparalleled obsession with victory, but no humility and compassion.

The battle has now escalated into a life and death fight!
It is impossible for both sides to hold back.

"Lord Ataya, won't you stop it?" Even the slow Musophi could sense Greenfield's dangerous situation.

"The sacred duel is inviolable. I just hope that after Greenfield suffered a loss, his character can be restrained, and he will live an honest life with his brother in the future, and I will protect her from now on..." Taya whispered softly.

If a woman is too good, it may not be a good thing for a man.

The shy and introverted younger brother will definitely find it difficult to control the ambitious and strong woman.

What Taiya has to do is to think of various ways to improve Tai'an's status so that he can sit on the dominant side. Of course, if the other party's conditions are weakened, it will have the same effect.

The battle is heating up!
Greenfield struggled to parry Carlo Jones's attack, his body was like a piece of paper, flying backwards repeatedly.

It seems helpless, but in fact, it has been planned for a long time, and it is to relieve the pressure in this way.

"Resisting at all costs..." Carol Jones stared at Greenfield's face with sinister eyes.

If she were in the same age group and had another good weapon, it would be really difficult to deal with her.

It's a pity that it's still too young now...

The fiery red inscribed sword collided with the green inscribed sword, and the momentum gained the upper hand.

However, Greenfield was at an absolute disadvantage physically, with almost no room for competition in terms of strength. Wanting to gain an advantage through speed, Carlo Jones, who has elf blood, still has the upper hand.

All that's left is skill!
The red-haired girl remained calm in the face of danger, flying backwards again and again to release her strength, sustaining dozens of rounds.

The green-haired boy was unable to defeat his opponent, but he began to get impatient: "Your strength is a bit unexpected. I admit that I underestimated you."

The two sides entered into a confrontation again.

The jaw of Greenfield's sword collapsed, and his figure was about to collapse.

"Give up, why are you so stubborn, little girl!" In the audience, Taiya couldn't help but complain.

"The swordsman's strong self-esteem allows him to be defeated in battle, but never surrenders to the enemy." Musophi shook his head and sighed.

"Stupid mentality." Tai'an commented.

It is not a shame to admit defeat, it is a man to be able to bend and stretch. Save your usefulness so that you can have a chance to surpass your opponent in the future.

According to his concept, unless necessary or absolutely certain, he would never start any unnecessary battle.

Only by not fighting can we be invincible.

Shota crossed his arms and made a chic pose unconsciously.

In the field, the two started a fierce battle mode.

Under the pressure of life and death from powerful enemies, Greenfield's strength improved rapidly. Onlookers were in awe of his raw skills and his unyielding fighting will.

If she can win this battle, she will definitely become a famous figure on campus.

So crazy, so persistent, with fluttering red hair as bright as fire, it was hard for Tai'an to imagine that a woman who was so paranoid that she was not afraid of death would become his wife.

It’s just a sign!

Shota was so upset that he beat his chest.

In a flash of thought, he thought of a way to break the situation.

(End of this chapter)