Magic power measurement! The Wizard Saint's overwhelming lead
The black iron pillar stood silently in the center of the arena, its top displaying a blank magic crystal screen.
The referee with the Pumpkin head stepped back to the outside of the red line and waved his flag.
"The testing order will proceed according to the remaining positions from the previous draw. Second in line, please step forward and launch your attack, Pumpkin!"
Nobarly, one of the Quatro Cerberus, stretched his neck and strode out of the group.
"Interesting!"
"Since Erza stole all the monsters from the Pandemonium, let's take our anger out on this big metal lump!"
Nobarly bent his knees slightly, assumed a fighting stance, and his magical power quickly gathered in his fists along his meridians.
He pushed off the ground with his feet, lunged forward, and delivered a powerful punch enveloped in cyan battle aura directly to the red magic crystal in the center.
Clang!
The metallic vibrato echoed throughout the venue.
The reading screen on top of the MPF glowed, accompanied by two crisp beeps.
"Didi--"
The scarlet number finally froze on the screen: [124].
The moment the numbers appeared, the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the stands looked at each other in disbelief.
For ordinary civilians and low-ranking mages, magic power values have always lacked an intuitive concept, and no one knows whether 124 is considered high or low.
Chapati, holding the microphone in the commentary booth, quickly turned his head towards the special guest.
"Mr. Lahar, as the captain of the Magic Council's forced detention force, could you please explain to the audience what level Nobarly's score of 124 points actually represents?"
Lahar pushed up his glasses, his tone calm and self-satisfied.
"A very good result."
"The MPF measurement standard is extremely rigorous. A fully charged attack from a registered mage in an ordinary town usually results in a reading around thirty or forty."
"A score of 124 is enough to qualify someone as an elite member, even within our Magic Council's Fourth Custody Enforcement Unit."
Chapati nodded repeatedly and loudly relayed the message into the megaphone.
"I see! It seems that Nobarly has set an extremely high bar for the teams that follow!"
Nobarly shook his numb right hand and retreated to the preparation area.
Next to step onto the field was Millianna, the Mermaid Heel.
Millianna, wearing cat-paw boots, trotted to the front of the measuring device, her two cat-ear headbands swaying slightly.
"It's my turn next, meow!"
With arms raised high, pink magic orbs rapidly converged and compressed in his palms, transforming into several cat-head-shaped magic bombs.
"Kitty Bomb! Meow!"
Boom!
The pink bombs all struck the very center of the red crystal.
The measuring column shook violently twice, and the numbers on the top screen jumped wildly.
"Didi--"
The final reading is displayed: [365].
The moment the numbers appeared, Lahar's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Chapati immediately handed over the microphone.
Lahar straightened his crossed legs and began to comment.
"Excellent."
"A score of 365 has reached the comprehensive destructive power standard of some squad leaders within the forced detention force. Mermaid Heel has indeed cultivated a rising star that should not be underestimated."
Millianna put her hands on her hips and jumped up and down with joy.
The Blue Pegasus slowly walked onto the stage.
Ivan and Lian, leaning on the railing in the stands, showed no intention of cheering; instead, they sighed listlessly.
"If that guy Hibiki goes on stage, he's going to embarrass himself terribly."
"After all, Archive Magic is entirely a support system used for information retrieval and memory transfer; it has absolutely no direct destructive power."
In the center of the arena, ancient characters were rapidly struck on the void light screen, and with a single finger, a golden beam of light struck the crystal ball flatly.
"Drop--"
Screen freeze: [95]
It didn't even cross the passing mark of breaking 100.
Hibiki knelt on the ground, crying, "Why, why did this happen!"
Next up is Obra from the Raven Tail guild.
The strange man, completely shrouded in a cloak, slowly moved to the front of the black iron pillar.
Obra didn't unleash his true magical power, nor did he even bother with the initial stance; he simply released the little familiar that was perched on his shoulder.
The little familiar flew towards the crystal ball and gently bumped the test ball with its weak strength.
"Drop--"
Reading paused: [4].
"4 points?!"
Chapati nearly choked on his own saliva.
The stands erupted in boos.
Obra recalled his familiar and silently returned to the group.
Anyone with eyes could see that the Raven Tail was deliberately hiding its strengths, lowering its ranking, and concealing its trump cards, but that's the rule, and no one could find fault with it.
When Millianna saw Obra score a paltry 4 points, she thought first place was already in her grasp. Her two cat ears stood straight up, and she happily spun around in place.
However, before Millianna could rejoice for long, Orga of Sabertooth strode into the arena.
Standing before the black iron pillar, Orga stood with his hands on his hips, his face filled with arrogance.
"Watch closely, you small fry, this is what true power is!"
Crackling and popping!
A violent black arc of electricity suddenly erupted from Orga's body, and the lightning was compressed at high speed between his palms, condensing into a pitch-black ball of light filled with destructive energy.
"120mm Black Lightning Cannon!"
Orga roared and slammed his palms forward.
The black lightning transformed into a thick beam of light, colliding head-on with the core crystal of the MPF.
The measuring column, cast entirely from black alloy, slid back half a meter, and the numbers on the screen surged wildly like a river bursting its banks.
One hundred... five hundred... one thousand... three thousand!
"Beep beep--!"
With a piercing alarm, the final reading froze on the large screen.
[3825]!
The entire arena fell silent instantly.
The spectators in the stands stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to cheer.
In the commentary booth, Lahar suddenly stood up straight from his seat, placed both hands on the table, and his pupils behind his glasses suddenly dilated.
3825 points?!
Lahar felt a sudden heat on his forehead.
Having worked in security for the Magic Council for so many years, in all the past exercises and combat records, Lahar had never personally witnessed a single mage unleash a terrifying destructive force of nearly four thousand points on the testing device!
Even for a regular legion's mage vanguard officer, the single-person limit is only around a thousand points.
In the center of the arena, Orga clapped the remaining black sparks from his palms, glanced down at the 3825 on the screen, then looked up at the other contestants around him, whose combined numbers were less than a fraction of his own, and laughed contemptuously.
"Hmph, utterly pathetic."
Just as Orga was basking in the arrogance of the crowd, enjoying the moment when everyone was in awe...
Behind the Lamia Scale's team, a steady and dignified figure stepped out.
Jura his hands together, his expression solemn, his loose, earth-yellow robe swaying gently with his steps.
He stood Jura three meters in front of the black iron measuring column.
Lamia Scale is currently ranked last on the leaderboard. If they lose again in the morning's competition, the guild's reputation will be completely ruined.
Jura raised her eyes, and a powerful surge of magical energy rose from the soles of her feet.
"The Grand Magic Games... we really can't let our guild continue to be at the bottom."
Jura lowered his legs, pulled his right arm back, and his palm emitted an incomparably heavy, earth-yellow light.
There was no probing, no holding back.
The immense pressure from the Ten Wizard Saints erupted, causing the surrounding rocks to defy gravity and float into the air.
"The Rumbling Mount Fuji!!"
Jura his hands together abruptly.
The earth's magic materialized into tangible, earth-yellow mountain phantoms, which were firmly imprinted on the red crystal.
The entire arena floor shook violently, and the reading screen at the top of the black iron measuring column burst into an extremely dazzling red light at that moment.
The values no longer increase step by step, but jump rapidly in thousands of places.
Five thousand... seven thousand... eight thousand five!
"Drop--!"
The alarm blared so loudly it nearly pierced our eardrums, and the final numbers froze completely.
[9789]!
Nearly 10,000 points!
The entire audience fell silent.
Orga's contemptuous smile froze on the spot, and he stood there stiffly, as if he had swallowed a weight.
Lahar, sitting in the commentary booth, had his glasses slip down to the tip of his nose, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
9789 points!