The blue spatial sphere, named 'Fallen Angel's Flap,' released by Finral, flew forward unhurriedly.
Sacai, riding his bronze creation magic, 'Bronze Meteor Chariot Wheel,' looked at the magic-bullet-like spatial sphere and grumbled, "What kind of lame and weak magic is that?"
"How could something like that possibly hit a genius like me, who's in peak condition!"
"Hoo-ha!"
Sacai Blanchart swiftly manipulated the 'Bronze Meteor Chariot Wheel,' carrying Langris towards the blue spatial sphere. With a single, elegant maneuver, he easily dodged it.
"Hoo-ha! I'm definitely a genius!"
Suddenly, the blue spatial sphere, 'Fallen Angel's Flap,' also turned back, attacking Sacai and Langris from behind. The bright blue-green arc and the fluctuations of magic power quickly made them react.
"That magic can auto-track!"
Langris leaped from the 'Bronze Meteor Chariot Wheel' and dodged, speaking up. Sacai, who was driving the vehicle magic, wasn't as rushed. "Oh! It's actually tracking us. Pretty capable, huh!"
"But, hoo-ha!"
He lightly combed his hair, spreading his hands flamboyantly: "This kind of thing is useless against my ironclad magic, 'Bronze Protective Magic Sphere.'"
"Clank, clank—"
Bronze plates continuously stacked, and a sealed, spherical bronze turret completely enveloped Sacai. Facing the soft, seemingly uninspired magic, he was full of confidence, "Come on, let your weak attack magic dissipate beneath my bronze magic, hoo—"
Sacai's arrogant words were not yet finished when the blue spatial sphere already crashed into the bronze protective magic sphere. A vortex spun out of nowhere, and he instantly vanished from his spot.
Only an empty grassland and a chilly wind remained.
"He... vanished?" Someone on the viewing platform exclaimed, and a hint of surprise flashed in Langris's eyes on the field.
"Phew..." Finral looked at the successfully cast magic, wiping the sweat from his brow. "...I really am useless. I trained so hard that my hairstyle even changed due to the magic's influence, but I still didn't learn attack magic."
"I can only do this much, but—it should work."
Finral stared at Langris, explaining, "Don't worry about your teammate. This magic of mine can forcibly teleport anyone it touches to another location."
"Sacai has been transported to a place I know well. I'll transport him back after this battle is over."
Then, with the confidence of having eliminated an enemy, Finral straightened his back slightly, and a blue spatial sphere once again appeared in his hand. "I don't want to hurt you. I'll use this magic to make you withdraw!"
"Haha... haha..."
Langris laughed darkly. "Who do you think you're worrying about?"
"So what if you just moved a piece of trash to another location?"
"He's always been a bothersome fellow... I didn't expect our magic to be so similar. In that case, let's properly test this move!"
His grimoire, emitting a dark glow, flipped open. Spheres of dark spatial magic floated around Langris, the magic power swirling around them abnormally cold and filled with a terrifying aura.
It was extremely bizarre and ominous.
Veins throbbed on Langris's face as he said gloomily, "If you have the guts, come and defeat me, brother!"
"..."
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The unusual magic power rising from the Royal Knights Squad selection grounds made the Wizard King narrow his eyes. Marx, with his mushroom-cut hair, stepped forward to the Wizard King's side to report, "Your Majesty, could he be the one you mentioned, the Magic Knight who is unconsciously controlled..."
Julius waved his hand, signaling Marx not to alert the enemy, as he already had a plan.
Asta looked at Langris, who was fighting Finral, and stroked his chin in thought, "This... ominous and somewhat disgusting aura, I feel like I've sensed it somewhere before?"
"Where was it? I can't quite remember."
Bai En also carefully observed this round of battle, but he wasn't concerned about the unusual magic power on Langris, but rather Finral's spatial magic called 'Fallen Angel's Flap.'
'Spatial magic is certainly being used creatively... As expected of the Black Bulls Squad, a group full of eccentrics. Although my Limitless magic can do something similar, it consumes a lot more magic power than his.'
On the other side.
Wisping smoke rose from the Black Bulls Squad' base. A few small spotted birds chirped on the eaves of the base, basking in the sun.
Yami, holding a cigarette and reading a newspaper, slowly lowered it. His dead-fish eyes stared intently at the person who had suddenly appeared before him.
The person enveloped in the bronze turret was none other than Sacai, who had been forgotten in the selection. He scanned his surroundings, his gaze settling on the muscular man who was currently in the restroom ahead. He, of course, knew who the person in front of him was, and an awkward smile appeared on his face: "Hehe... Um, sorry, I'll leave right away."
This was Yami Sukehiro, the captain of the Black Bulls Squad, who was as tyrannical as his own captain. Damn it, why did he end up here? It was over.
Just as Sacai was about to turn the doorknob, the sound of an inhaled puff of smoke came from behind him: "Have you ever successfully escaped after peeping on someone in the restroom?"
"Perhaps it would be better to just kill you?"
"Indeed, I should have done that last time."
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On the flat ground, facing the terrifying magic power that rose, Fingal, though fearful, did not retreat. Blue spatial spheres emerged, hovering around him.
The two remained silent, and the magic spheres around them instantly shot out.
Blue and dark spatial spheres traced arcs and collided, a dense flurry of spheres as thick as a swarm. "Clang, clang" sounds of annihilation echoed continuously as spatial magic and spatial magic canceled each other out.
Both sides' magic power dissipated like water.
As time passed, the dark spatial spheres gained the upper hand in numbers, engulfing the blue light. With a "boom," smoke and dust exploded.
Finral lay in a pool of blood, his body marred by bloodied, indistinct depressions from the dark spatial spheres. The magic crystal behind him was also shattered into tiny pieces, leaving only a broken body.
"You can't possibly defeat me!"
Saying this, Langris took two steps forward, memories flooding his mind: "Young Master Finral is both straightforward and gentle. He has many friends."
"...Young Master Langris always has a very obvious look of disdain for people, doesn't he?"
"I really like gentle women like that..."
"...Mr. Finral is an excellent Mage..."
"I have to win against him in every aspect, otherwise, even the only remaining... love from Father and Mother will vanish!"
Langris raised his palm, dark magic power pulsating: "Indeed, I think you should just disappear!"