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In the west, flames erupted, their endless glow sweeping away the surrounding rain and mist. The ground was illuminated as if heralding the dawn.
In the school cafeteria, through the magnified lens of the Magic Mirror, everyone witnessed this scene with longing in their eyes: Is this the power of a third-year senior? It's incredible!
No, I remember that loud senior; he was an apprentice of Qilunaar Teacher, studying Idealism Magic. So, Idealism Magic is this powerful?
The battlefield was never static. The lens of the Magic Mirror shifted to the eastern front of the school. There, seventy Evil Mages led by Arezat were charging towards Truth School.
Initially planning to sneak in, the commotion in the west made stealth meaningless; it was better to charge directly. The Evil Mages' assault was chaotic and disordered, lacking any semblance of strategy.
Arezat took the lead, riding on a Bone Steed known as Four-Legged Fire, making a grand entrance. The other Evil Mages employed various methods: some rode on dark clouds, while others were carried in litters by four zombies or moved slowly atop a giant carnivorous flower.
Most of these mages, including the Evil Mages, were battlefield novices; none had ever been in combat before. Typically solitary and content with their research, they had no awareness of battlefield protocols. Just charging ahead without endangering their teammates was already quite an achievement—who could expect more?
Such a straightforward charge would be a disgrace if they didn't capitalize on the opportunity after getting up at five in the morning for breakfast and rushing to lay an ambush for Advanced Studies.
The hidden third-years did not immediately launch a surprise attack; they patiently awaited orders until half of the Evil Mages crossed into their line.
Finally, Charles, the teacher of Combat Class, sprang into action: "Attack!"
At his command, the fake mountains surrounding the Evil Mages suddenly rose up, releasing their grasp. A dozen high-level students leaped out.
Almost invisible pea pods on the ground burst open as well, and tiny beans resembling students emerged from them, rapidly growing larger as they ran out.
One second, the area was still serene; the next second, it was filled with tension and alertness.
Magic combined with Wind Restraint!
All Advanced Studies students had undergone emergency training under Charles just a month prior. They paid no mind to the muddy ground or their soiled clothes; they focused solely on their tasks at hand.
Remembering Charles's repeated instructions, all that mattered on the battlefield was to think about winning! Everything else, like elegance and composure, was nonsense!
So, in the first moment of action, they collectively cast a high-level spell, following Charles's teachings on magic layering, unleashing the most straightforward spell: Wind Restraint.
The Advanced Studies students had not neglected other high-level spells; they simply adhered to Charles's teachings. A single individual casting a high-level spell might have some power, but it could never defeat an Evil Mage. It paled in comparison to the brute force generated by thousands of students collaborating to layer First-Level Wind Magic.
Thousands of students surged from all directions, hurriedly casting spells, and they successfully unleashed Wind Restraint. Unfortunately, a few students struggled with their mental composure; due to various factors, they forgot the magic layering technique.
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