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In the west, flames roared, their endless light sweeping away the surrounding rain and mist.
On the ground, it created a scene reminiscent of dawn breaking. In the school cafeteria, through the enlarged Magic Mirror witnessing this spectacle, the First-Year Students gazed on with longing: Is this the power of the Third-Year Seniors? It's incredible!
No, I remember that loud senior; he is an apprentice of Teacher Qilunaar, studying Idealism Magic. So this is how powerful Idealism Magic can be?
The battlefield was never fixed or unchanging. The lens of the Magic Mirror shifted, now focusing on the eastern front of the school.
There, seventy Evil Mages led by Arezat were charging toward Truth School. Initially planning to sneak in, the commotion in the west rendered such stealth meaningless; it was better to charge straight ahead.
The Evil Mages' assault was chaotic and disorderly. Arezat led the charge on a fiery skeletal horse, boldly approaching. The other Evil Mages employed various methods: some rode on dark clouds, while others were carried in litters by four zombies or slowly moved atop a large carnivorous flower.
There was no choice; most mages, including the Evil Mages, were battlefield novices—none had ever been in combat before. They were solitary researchers who preferred solitude over teamwork; how could they grasp any sense of discipline?
To rush forward without abandoning their teammates was already commendable; who could dare to ask for more?
Such a simplistic charge would be an insult to the advanced students who had risen at five in the morning to eat breakfast and set up an ambush.
The hidden Third-Year students did not immediately launch a surprise attack but patiently awaited orders until half of the Evil Mages had crossed into their lines.
Finally, Charles, the teacher of the combat class, leaped into action: "Attack!"
At his command, the false mountains surrounding the Evil Mages abruptly stood up, releasing their encircling arms as over a dozen advanced students sprang forth.
Almost invisible pea pods on the ground burst open as students, each no larger than a pea, rushed out and quickly grew back to their normal size.
In one moment, the surroundings were filled with natural beauty; in the next, it transformed into a battlefield ready for combat.
Magic combined with Wind Binding!
All advanced students present had undergone intensive training under Charles just a month prior. They paid no mind to the muddy ground or their soiled clothes and hands.
Remembering Charles's repeated instructions, on the battlefield, all that mattered was to think about winning! Everything else, like elegance and composure, was nonsense!
So, the moment I jumped into action, I began casting, following Charles's teachings on magic layering, unleashing the easiest spell to execute: Wind Binding.
As an Advanced Student Mage, I had learned other high-level spells, but I kept Charles's lessons firmly in mind. The high-level magic I cast alone had decent power, but it was nowhere near enough to take down an Evil Mage. It couldn't compare to the sheer force generated by thousands of students collaborating and layering their first-level spells.
Suddenly, over ten thousand students emerged from all directions, hurriedly casting their spells, and they all successfully unleashed Wind Binding. Unfortunately, a few students struggled with their mental fortitude; for various reasons, they forgot the magic layering technique.
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