Semifinal Opponent: Silver Fang

"I'm heading over first! Good luck!"

"Mm!"

Watching Luna's figure in the distance, Vizet looked at his right hand and shook his head several times before he finally managed to shake off the dizzy feeling.

He covered his face with the mask, took the Soul Guiding Box from his pocket and gave it a gentle squeeze, then turned and walked toward another entrance.

Now that he had reached the semifinals, the venue for the All-England Wizard Duelling Competition had been changed again, this time to the outskirts of Bath, a city under Somerset County.

Looking in another direction from here, he could still see Bath City shrouded in the sunset.

Vizet had not come sightseeing today, so he merely glanced over casually before taking a step forward, and a towering arena instantly appeared.

The arena had a rich Ancient Rome architectural style. The sunset fell across the magnificent arches and colonnades, turning them a bewitching blood-red.

Vizet walked up to the stone gate, took out the letter from the All-England Wizard Duelling Competition, and pressed the Wax Seal against the stone gate.

A deep dark-golden light flashed past, and the stone gate slowly opened, turning into a long corridor.

The corridor was hung all around with various portraits. They were probably the Duelling Champions of previous years, and one of them was Filius Flitwick's portrait.

Filius Flitwick in the portrait looked at Vizet, a sincere smile appearing on his face, and nodded lightly in encouragement.

After Vizet returned the courtesy, he directly pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

"Mr. Noth..." When the reception witch saw Vizet, she gave a very obvious sigh of relief.

"Sorry... ma'am..." Vizet noticed it and nodded lightly as he said, "I was delayed... by something."

The reception witch continued to ask,