Firefly Journey

Chapter 167 Youth is a hastily written poem (10)

Although everyone expected the rivalry between Gascoyle and Upton to be very long, no one expected it to last this long.

Two hours passed, and the two sides exchanged punches and kicks, looking very intense, but they still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Gascoyle's nickname "Armored Turtle" is well-deserved. Gascoyle doesn't have many strong offensive methods and is good at sustaining his attacks. He couldn't quite handle Upton, whose defense was as tough as a turtle.

Battles between extraordinary beings often end in the blink of an eye; a single misstep can be fatal. A contest between two evenly matched opponents like theirs is truly rare.

Paninger yawned: "I mean, how much longer is it?!"

Seeing her impatience, Fay said with a smile, "You know how capable Upton is. None of us in the academy can break through his defenses. Winning is only a matter of time."

"Ugh, it'll take forever, I'm so sleepy," Paninger complained, then a brilliant idea struck him, and he looked at Cassius with pitiful eyes:

"Teacher, can I leave early? I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."

Cassius Bello maintained his image as a kind and gentle teacher, smiling as he said, "No, of course, you can leave if you really want to, but whether you'll graduate in the future is another matter."

Paninger bit his lip lightly and remained silent.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Cassius had never used his position for personal gain, but this time, he was probably thoroughly humiliated by that grass cake and was just settling a small score.

Inside the arena, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The two, who were initially evenly matched, saw their fortunes change under Upton's sudden and fierce attack.

Earth mages excel in defense, but that doesn't mean they lack offensive capabilities.

After a fierce battle lasting over two hours, Upton was well aware of Gascoyle's mana depletion. And this was precisely what he had meticulously planned and accumulated step by step.

A purely defensive approach consumes very little mana, unlike Gascoigne's. A priest's healing and restoration abilities consume far more mana than an earth mage's.

While the other side's declines, our decline is gradual. We won't see anything immediately, but as time goes by, the signs will naturally emerge.

it's time.

"Oracle. Rockfall".

Upton silently recited the mantra in his mind, and his entire demeanor changed, exuding a powerful and majestic aura.

Gascoyle was secretly alarmed. He realized that Upton was like a mountain, crushing down with the force of an apocalypse.

"He knows I don't have much magic left..."

Gascoyle knew that Upton, who was always on defense, either didn't shoot at all, or when he did, it was a full-force shot that gave him no chance.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in running away. Defeat is only a matter of time. It's better to fight back and deplete his magic power, giving Hodge an advantage when he comes on next.

"Oracle. Starfall!"

Priests excel at support, but like earth mages, they also have some offensive capabilities, though not many.

The term "starfall" literally means using magic to draw stars from the sky, causing them to fall to earth.

Of course, the power unleashed by any divine oracle is linked to the caster's own level of skill. Gascoyle's Starfall, in reality, had about the same effect as a stone falling from a height, but that was enough.

Upton judged that Gascoyle would never dare to take the blow head-on.

He was wrong.

Gascoll, however, chose to take the hit head-on.

Just as Upton's massive body was about to smash Gascoyle, a boulder fell from the sky.

Gascoll cast a "protection" spell on himself, but it wasn't effective enough, and he was still knocked away.

At the same time, the effect of "Starfall" also became apparent. The boulder crashed into Upton's mountain-like body, causing considerable trouble, at least making him grunt.

Gascoll didn't fall to the ground; a gentle force lifted him up and slowly lowered him down.

The referee's intervention meant he was completely defeated.

Upton's expression changed after being hit by the boulder; he looked like he was in pain.

Cassius frowned, wanting him to leave the field immediately, but the other seemed to know what he meant and also looked towards the sidelines.

Their eyes met, and Upton seemed to be saying, "No, let me hold on a little longer."

Cassius hesitated, then abandoned the idea.

"Finally over..." Paninger muttered, "I'm going to the bathroom!"

Feng Ling felt sleepy watching the show and said to Sabrina and the others beside her, "It's so slow."

Sabrina laughed and said, "Are you trying to say that you should go up there and finish the fight in three minutes?"

Wind Chime covered her mouth and yawned: "No, three seconds."

"Ahem." Lu Jianming coughed lightly. "Big sister, we all know you're strong, but for you to say such things yourself is a bit too modest."

"Why should I be modest?" Wind Chime said. "Don't you want to test if you can last three seconds?"

Lü Jianming quickly raised his hands in surrender: "No, I was wrong, forget I said anything!"

On Class 62's side, Gascoyle left in a gloomy manner, but no one blamed him. Class 29 was full of geniuses, and no matter who was in charge, they would be easily defeated.

Now, with only one person left, Class 62 is not seeking victory, but only hoping to eliminate as many players as possible to prove that their entry into the final four is genuine and that they are much stronger than those classes that were eliminated in the first round.

The mentor patted Hodge on the shoulder, and Hodge nodded casually before striding forward.

Inside the forest simulation training ground, Hodge, seeing that Upton Somerfield wasn't in good shape, kindly asked, "Do you... want to go and rest?"

If it were someone else, or if the tone were different, this sentence would sound like sarcasm.

But Hodge's tone was gentle, and it was clear that it came from the heart.

Upton's pained expression vanished, replaced by a smile.

"I'm fine, I can definitely continue."

"it is good."

Since the other party had said that, Hodge, not being a saint, said no more and began to activate his magic.

Hodge is a rare "space mage," belonging to the "fate mage" category within the three major professional systems of the Holy See.

With a single move, he took several steps and disappeared from the training field.

One moment they're still in the same spot, the next they might be right behind you.

The basic oracle of a space mage, Blink, possesses a movement speed even faster than that of a wind mage.

Upton had anticipated this, and adopted a wait-and-see approach. No matter where you dodge to or from what angle you launch an attack, I remain unmoved and defend relentlessly. What can you do about it?

Having made his decision, Upton remained motionless, casting a layer of rock armor upon himself. That wasn't enough; his skin also turned grayish-brown, clearly another divine intervention to strengthen his skin.

Off the court, Fwayne shook his head: "Well, here we go again!"

Hauglis said, "I told you it was boring. If it were me, I would have just charged in and attacked! I wouldn't have given him a chance to stall."

Allen chuckled and joked, "So every time you play against Upton, he always wins."

Hauglis snorted: "I just don't like dawdling."

Allen smiled and said, "As long as the method is effective, it is a good method."