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Eyre's expression slightly froze, a blue light flashing in his eyes. With the help of his hypermnesia, he narrowly dodged the interlacing jets of water.

The surging jets of water brushed past the young man, slamming hard into the pale purple magical barrier, startling the front-row audience into almost fleeing in panic.

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Several elven archmages were sweating profusely as they maintained the legendary-level magical barrier, but it seemed to have little effect. Just as the barrier was about to collapse, Belovar's aged voice echoed in their ears.

"Let me handle it. The destructive power caused by these water elements has far exceeded what you can withstand."

The Silvermoon Speaker's snow-white hair floated without wind, intense magical fluctuations shimmering at his fingertips. The magical barrier, which had been on the verge of collapse, was re-stabilized under Belovar's infusion of energy.

"Huff..."

The young man exhaled a breath of stale air. His snow-white skin slowly turned gray under the influence of the earth god's power. He slung the Halberd Bulwark onto his back and gripped the Phoenix Scimitars tightly in both hands.

"This is... is this the Bronzebeard family's Avatar? No... no, his size hasn't increased. What magic is this?"

Antonidas stood in the distance, carefully observing Eyre's condition. He had noticed some clues the moment the young man's skin changed, but he couldn't confirm it.

"I can't drag this on any longer!"

Antonidas, feeling his elemental pool recover by more than half, decided not to wait any longer and raised the legendary staff in his hand.

"Lianzhu Frost Rocket!"

(Linked Frost Rockets)

Obscure and difficult incantations echoed, and with the fluctuation of arcane energy, seven or eight frost rockets, the size of cannonballs, appeared above Antonidas's head.

"How is that possible?"

Millhouse jumped up from his seat, staring incredulously at the frost rockets above Antonidas's head.

While the 50,000 spectators in the arena were still immersed in the powerful jets of water from the water element, the host, Edman, spoke up at the right moment.

"Good heavens! Look at what we have here! Do you see those terrifying spells of interwoven red and blue above his head? Friends who have participated in the Invention Competition must know what that is!

Frost Rocket! Its inventor was a low-level gnome mage, but it was brought to prominence by Instructor Eyre. Instructor Eyre was only an archmage at the time, but he used Frost Rockets to blast through eighteen mountain ranges.

And today, Speaker Antonidas not only perfectly replicated Instructor Eyre's magic but also improved this three-element spell that is difficult for ordinary people to master! He truly deserves to be the Speaker of the Kirin Tor. He has given us a vivid lesson!"

...

Ice and fire intertwined. Eyre clearly felt the threat, but he was currently in a spellcasting freeze, which also indicated that he did not possess the earth spirit bloodline like Hermit and could not easily control this earth spirit-exclusive racial talent.

More than a dozen water arrows filled with frost magic heavily bombarded the young man, splashing up patches of stone debris. Although Avatar possessed extremely high magic resistance and defense, this protection seemed unable to last long against the legendary-level water element.

Antonidas breathed heavily. These eight frost rockets had exhausted his elemental pool.

Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he couldn't help but reveal a complacent smile. Although he was very disdainful of those alien races, the Speaker was clearly not the kind of stubborn and conceited fool. On the contrary, his ability to manage Dalaran so prosperously was enough to demonstrate Antonidas's wisdom and open-mindedness.

Ever since that Invention Competition, Antonidas had locked himself in his laboratory, studying this three-element spell tirelessly. With his innate talent, he quickly grasped the magic circuit of this spell and developed a new move, [Linked Fireballs].

Although it looks simple, imagine that the Frost Rocket, a three-element spell, tests the caster's control. And to control eight Frost Rockets at once, how much powerful control is required to do that?

Eyre believed that he could easily cast Linked Frost Rockets using [Hypermnesia], but Antonidas had achieved such a feat solely by relying on his talent. The importance of each was clear at a glance.

"You truly deserve to be the greatest archmage among humans, but I'm sorry, I must win this match!"

Huge elemental fists and frost novas slammed into Eyre's body one after another, the light gray stone skin visibly thinning and fading.

But the young man only clenched his teeth, maintaining his stance with both hands holding his swords, motionless. He stared intently at the terrifying spell about to be released above Antonidas's head, without saying a word.

"Drink!"

The archmage roared, and the eight frost rockets hurtled toward the young man like cannonballs, ice-blue and orange-red, flames and ice, the two completely opposite elements perfectly combined.

The air became distorted by the alternating hot and cold air. The audience didn't have time to cry out; they only saw red and blue meteors flash by, flying straight toward the motionless young man.

"Damn it! At this rate, Instructor Eyre will die! No, I have to go down and save him!"

Kael'thas watched the scene below nervously. When he noticed that the young man was not moving, he felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to get up and go down to rescue him, a large hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Sit down!"

Anasterian's majestic voice rang out, pressing the prince down.

"But Father..."

Kael'thas wanted to continue his previous action, but he was stared back by Anasterian's stern gaze.

"Is this how your court teachers taught you? Kael'thas?"

"Sorry... Father."

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Kael'thas sat down like a frosted eggplant. He knew his father was really angry.

After a moment, Anasterian sighed and said slowly.

"Keep watching. That brat hasn't used his real skills yet. From the beginning until now, have you seen him use a decent spell other than Blink?

He hasn't even used protective spells. I even suspect that this battle is just that brat experimenting with his new toy!

Antonidas is in the midst of it and can't see this, which is normal, but you... as an archmage, you really disappoint me."

As if in response to the Sun King's words, Eyre finally launched his counterattack.

The originally slender body visibly began to grow larger. Incredibly, Eyre's Sunfire Robe did not tear but gradually enlarged with the master's body.

"By Anweimar! What did he do?"

Brann and Magni, the two brothers, exclaimed in unison.

"Brother, Master Eyre, he... wouldn't, would he? My eyes must be playing tricks on me."

Brann rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"I must be dreaming..."

Muradin stared at the young man's transformation with a look of infatuation, pinching his thigh hard.

...

Just as the two dwarves were in a state of self-doubt, Antonidas's Linked Frost Rockets finally bombarded Eyre.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Even with the protection of the magical barrier, the huge roar almost shattered the eardrums of the front-row audience. These civilians covered their ears in pain, no longer in the mood to watch the exciting performance in the arena.

The violent collision of frost and flame stirred up a large amount of water vapor.

Just as a group of Kirin Tor mages cheered and Antonidas breathed a sigh of relief, a sound of metal clashing against stone resounded throughout the arena.

"Blade - Whirlwind!"