This apprentice from the main campus did not hesitate at all, the strike was a killing blow.
Under the effect of the holy flame, the necromancy apprentice's corpse was gradually burned to charcoal, and even his soul did not escape, the soul tainted with the aura of the undead is the most hated creature of the holy light, and being reduced to ashes by the purest energy of the holy flame is the most tragic end for a necromancer.
When the necromancy apprentices in the stands snapped out of their shock, what remained in their minds was pure anger, and a fierce roar erupted from the stands.
"Kill him!" "Flay his skin! Use his bones to refine white bone skeletons!!!" "Imprison his soul with the stitched monster! Let him never be reborn!"
When the next necromancer entered the arena, a genuine exclamation arose from the stands.
"Huh! It's Max, even Max has stepped out?" "Wow! The top 20 ranked Max! This guy is going to be in trouble!" "Tremble in fear, mortal!" Someone yelled from the railing towards Charlie, and the response came in waves.
Charlie felt the different atmosphere on the stands, calmly looking at the opponent in front of him, immediately drawn in by a huge figure.
It stands about three meters tall, with a bluish-green color, bloated and swollen, at first glance looking like a mountain of flesh, composed of many dismembered corpses, a single-eyed head covered with protruding fangs, two thick arms, one wrapped in rusty chains, the other holding a broken blood axe, the most striking feature being its large, bloated belly, from the rift in the chest and abdomen, various debris can be seen crammed inside, a tangle of intestines hanging out and dripping viscous corpse fluid to the ground.
Compared to this mountain of flesh, the necromancer beside it actually looked more presentable.
"Someone has bid two bottles of undead corrosive fluid to buy your head, tsk tsk! Your price is even higher than mine, you can be proud!" Max let out a sinister laugh.
"Who made the bid?" Charlie asked casually.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you before you die!"
As soon as Max finished speaking, the fleshy mountain raised its arm and swung it violently, a huge iron hook attached to a long chain flying towards Charlie...
Attacking without warning, this Max is indeed different from other mages, not following the rules, and not caring about the means. If his opponent was a pure mage, this attack alone could be fatal.
Without any indication, the battle had already begun, a rare sight in the Arcane Circle main campus, but common in the Necromancy Academy. Fortunately, Charlie immediately adapted to this rhythm.
Charlie agilely side-stepped several feet, avoiding the lock-on of the iron hook, pushing off the ground with his legs, suddenly charging forward, the holy flame longsword drawing a sharp arc.
One sword slash opened the waist of the fleshy mountain, the wound revealing a greasy, blackened fat layer, the holy flame burning fiercely and sizzling, but being blocked by the thick fat, unable to reach the fragmented soul of the stitched creature.
At the same time, Max, under the cover of the fleshy mountain, began to chant a long incantation, a faint outline of a deep gray magic array emerging in front of him, a dense aura of death energy gestating at the core, just a glance making one's heart tremble.
Based on Charlie's magical knowledge, he could not identify what spell this was, by common sense, this should be a summoning of an undead creature, but he did not know what creature Max was summoning.
Charlie's instinct told him that it would be best not to let Max complete this summoning ritual.
However, that stitched fleshy mountain was putting him under considerable pressure, the iron hook able to be released once a minute, the axe swinging widely, not seeking agility and accuracy, but simply exchanging injuries.
Charlie's physical fitness is still not enough, his strength far from being able to match the fleshy mountain, and his body could not withstand its blows, nor was his agility high enough to crush it. The battle situation had entered a tense stalemate.
The holy flame longsword, which had shone so brilliantly in the first battle, lost its luster when facing it, only able to inflict some superficial wounds, and after repeatedly using the holy flame energy, the star light ink's energy was about to be exhausted, the holy flame gradually fading, the magical runes dimming.
At this time, a purple-black magic array appeared in front of Max, becoming clearer and clearer, the black mist in the array coalescing, roaring, struggling, and pulsing, as if something was about to break out of the array.
Charlie activated two fingers to pluck the ring, consecutively unleashing two "Nature Swiftness", and in the next moment, several thick vines stretched out from the purple-black magic array, binding Max in mid-air, the vines violently shaking, twisting Max's last few chanted spells into a jumble of gibberish.
The magic array flashed with dazzling light, then instantly extinguished, the black mist congealing into a hideous head, emitting a silent, fierce screech, an irresistible force dragging it back into the magic array, despite its desperate struggle, to no avail.
The two instant-cast "Wild Vines" finally achieved the purpose of interrupting the spell-casting, two levels higher than the pseudo-instant "Water Dragon Technique" in the previous battle, with a more obvious interference effect.
Max experienced a brief moment of confusion, he had thought the summoning was successful, the "Undead Summoning" itself has a certain degree of instability, he thought he had summoned a few "Ancient God Tentacles" from the Abyss, but due to insufficient strength to control them, a backlash occurred. It was not until he felt the "tentacles" power was not as strong as he imagined, and then reviewed the abnormality of the magic array, that he reacted to his summoning being interrupted by the opponent.
Feeling his intelligence insulted, Max was exceptionally angry, waving his right hand, "Kill him!"
The fleshy mountain stepped forward with heavy steps towards Charlie.
Charlie no longer concealed his trump cards, running while the chip-assisted magic was secretly cast, a frost flower slowly flying out from Charlie's hand, landing on the ground in front of the fleshy mountain, spreading a twenty-meter radius of frost, the heavy fleshy mountain's speed plummeting, unable to keep up with Charlie's speed.
Charlie took a quick step to the side, seeing the hiding Max behind the fleshy mountain, two consecutive fireballs thrown towards Max.
The always confident Max revealed a fearful expression for the first time, after a momentary hesitation, he quickly chanted an urgent spell.
An unusual psychic wave stimulated Charlie's sensitive nerves, the bloated body of the fleshy mountain suddenly stopped, and in the next moment it exploded with a thunderous roar, like throwing a stink bomb in the arena, the pieces of flesh and debris flying everywhere, spraying corrosive acid in all directions...
In the moment the fleshy mountain exploded, the fireball hit Max, burning him into a ball of fire.
Max let out an angry roar to the sky, the fire-stained clothes scattered by the shockwave, revealing a pitch-black, withered body, covered in old orange peels and scars, particularly ugly, exposed to everyone's gaze.
Max seemed both angry and embarrassed, this was tantamount to exposing the ugliest and most unsightly side of the necromancers, the transformation of the body by necromantic magic is the most obvious, to endure the drastic changes of the body for the sake of power, constantly surpassing one's own limits, this is a psychological threshold that every necromancy apprentice must face, and today, Max's deep-seated shame was exposed to the public eye.
In addition to the humiliation to his psyche, there was another unbearable loss that made Max's anger boil over - his giant stitched monster was self-destructed to save his life, completely reduced to trash. It was a symbol of Max's strength, occupying 70% of his power, and today's battle had cost him the fruits of five years of struggle, how could he not be heartbroken?
On the other side, Charlie forcefully pulled out the sharp finger bone embedded in his shoulder, throwing it on the ground, inexplicably thicker and sharper, the wound on his shoulder oozing purple-red blood, under the corrosion of the acid, constantly emitting a piercing pain, a few drops of pale green acid had splattered on his face, blackening the skin and revealing the pink granulation tissue underneath.
Charlie slowly took the bow and arrow from his back, drew the bow and shot an arrow towards Max's heart, the latter having lost the strength to resist.
Thud!
The arrow pierced into the dry body, right into the large heart, instantly draining all of Max's strength!
The Bloody Arena once again fell into silence, but this time it was not a brief silence.
Max was able to rank in the top 20 of the Necromancy Academy first-year, not only because of his outstanding talent, his open-minded attitude, and his research interest in necromantic magic, but also because he had settled down for three years in the first year, and even before coming to the Arcane Circle, he had secretly studied necromancy for two more years.
However, the fact that such a seasoned first-year apprentice was defeated so decisively by this main campus student made people feel shocked. The Necromancy Academy had been chanting the slogan of surpassing the main campus for decades, was it all just empty talk?
The power of the giant stitched monster was undeniable, and many first-year students asked themselves sincerely, if they went up, they might not do better than Max, which meant they were not a match either.
So the question arose.
Who will be next? The first two have failed and died, who dares to go up? If the third match also fails, what face will the Necromancy Academy have left?
Just as the Necromancy Academy side was in a dilemma, something changed in the arena.
After using water elemental magic to wash the acid from the wounds, Charlie cast the third-tier nature spell "Natural Healing" and the fourth-tier light spell "Holy Light".
Green and white energy gathered at the wound site, glowing and shimmering, the shoulder wound gradually closing, in the blink of an eye, the bleeding had stopped, and after another dozen seconds, Charlie rotated his shoulder, feeling the wound had basically healed.
Then Charlie calmly uttered a sentence that made the necromancy apprentices feel ashamed, "Who's next? Have you discussed it?"
At this moment, Duke was suffering from suffocating anger in a room in the Bloody Arena.
"Just for two bottles of undead corrosive fluid? You had Max fight him to the death?!" A middle-aged man stared firmly at Duke, making him dare not move.
Duke remained silent.
"What benefits did you get?"
Duke sighed inwardly and said honestly, "A dose of vengeful ashes, ten rotten root grasses, ghoul essence, giant mammoth ribs, and a water demon's brain."
"Haha! The benefits are quite a few! No wonder you couldn't refuse!" The middle-aged man sneered, then asked, "Who started this incident?"
"Simon, he molested that person's team member while doing volunteer work..."
"Then let him die!" The middle-aged man flared up, rudely interrupting Duke's words, pausing, he lost his patience, stood up, "You settle this matter yourself, I don't want to see any other necromancy apprentices appear on the arena, either you go, or let Simon go, I don't care."
Duke silently nodded, bowing deeply to the middle-aged man and seeing him off.