Lanchi is Ready

Examiner Ferrat had been absolutely certain.

Even without Magic Cards and most magic, he could easily handle Tier 3 Hughberlian.

But now.

Because of the pain all over his body and the anger that had been building up in his heart since he was Muted, he couldn't concentrate on dealing with Hughberlian for a moment.

And Hughberlian or whatever, it didn't matter anymore.

Ferrat only knew that no matter the outcome of this exam today, if he didn't kill Lanchi, he wouldn't be able to sleep well this month!

In the distance.

After realizing that Examiner Ferrat's hatred had been completely drawn to him, Lanchi immediately started to run away.

At the same time, he didn't forget to continue taking out the Mistaken Healing Cards that weren't on cooldown and applying them to Ferrat.

Continuing the torment.

Even though Ferrat couldn't say anything at this moment, in this moment of overly intense emotion, which had returned to its true nature where a thousand words could be expressed through expression, anyone could read Ferrat's truest thoughts from his face at this moment—

If I don't kill you today, I'm not worthy of being a son!

After a moment of seemingly crashing, Ferrat accelerated like a comet without hesitation, stirring up a gust of wind and rushing towards Lanchi!

"Don't even think about getting close to him!"

Hughberlian was as agile as a shadow, almost disappearing on the grassland, only her cold eyes, like the pupils of a poisonous scorpion, stared intently at Ferrat.

The job Lanchi had assigned her was to hold back Ferrat as much as possible while ensuring she wasn't instantly killed.

In the current situation, Ferrat, who had been severely disrupted by Lanchi, no longer posed a great threat to Hughberlian.

The longer this dragged on, the more Ferrat would be drawn into a chaotic rhythm.

The Scorpion Tail Dagger emitted a cold, desolate light under the dark clouds, like the god of death in the cold night.

On this Ilyavin Great Plains, Examiner Ferrat and Hughberlian engaged in a dramatic chase.

In the Sage Institute's conference room.

"But how can he win?"

Seeing that Lanchi had used all his Magic Cards, a teacher couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Although the situation was temporarily stalled.

It clearly wouldn't remain in a stalemate for long.

Hughberlian was doing her best to obstruct Ferrat, preventing him from getting close to Lanchi.

And Lanchi had also started moving and casting, using his long-range advantage to continue tormenting Ferrat as much as possible.

But Ferrat could make countless mistakes, while Hughberlian and Lanchi could only make one.

Even without mistakes, the distance between Ferrat, who had previously cast continuous wind magic, and Lanchi was shrinking uncontrollably.

There was no way they could drag it out for 30 minutes like this.

As soon as Lanchi was dealt with by Ferrat, without the Mute and Mental Interference, Hughberlian would also collapse instantly.

"After Lanchi used a large number of healing Spell Cards, it also exposed the fact that he isn't a counter-damage type."

"Ferrat can kill him without any reservations now."

The teachers familiar with Ferrat naturally knew why Ferrat hadn't prioritized attacking Lanchi, whose card setup was unknown, at first.

Now, calculating based on Lanchi's total card capacity of Tier 20,

He had already used a total of Tier 16 worth of healing spells so far.

That was even more than all the teachers had anticipated.

Out of the remaining 4 cost, it was known that there was one Tier 2 [Friendly Exchange], and the remaining card slots were simply not enough to form a powerful counter-damage system.

"They can't win, they can't stop Ferrat's approach at all."

Witnessing Hughberlian's repeated desperate attempts to block and Ferrat's determined advance on the screen, the teachers in the conference room knew that this entrance exam was nearing its end after repeated struggles.

"Unless Lanchi has a trump card in his final card slots."

"That's unlikely."

"If he could change the tide of the battle, he would have used it already."

It was true that Lanchi still had unknown card slots.

However.

Any teacher present knew that even the most powerful and strictly triggered Tier 1 or Tier 2 Magic Cards could not deliver an attack capable of defeating Tier 5 Ferrat in one blow.

The startling sound of metal colliding on the screen once again drew the attention of the teachers who were discussing.

They all watched the battlefield that was about to reach its conclusion.

Hughberlian, who was chasing Ferrat across the grassland, threw a flying dagger aimed at Ferrat's head, which was abruptly bounced away by a magic shield.

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, but it quickly returned to indifference. She moved through the grass like a cunning venomous insect, constantly changing.

Just a few more throws and she could break the shield.

And the small spells Ferrat could use now had cooldowns, and he would soon have to face her threat directly again.

However.

Just as she was retrieving her weapon, Ferrat suddenly stopped.

Even though Ferrat didn't turn his head, Hughberlian, who was chasing him, felt herself locked onto by a magical sense.

Under this lock, a chill rose from the bottom of Hughberlian's heart.

Ferrat seemed to have already noticed during the previous battle that she would expose a slight weakness the moment she retrieved her weapon.

But at this moment, Ferrat might not have made this judgment based on reason, but rather used his combat instinct fueled by anger to seize the best opportunity to defeat Hughberlian.

Before Hughberlian could react, wind magic surged out from Ferrat like sharp blades, sweeping Hughberlian up and sending her flying.

It was just a Tier 1 small wind magic, yet under Ferrat's enraged state, it erupted with a power that Hughberlian couldn't resist!

The next moment, Ferrat once again frantically sped towards Lanchi's direction!

"Damn it!"

Falling heavily from the ground, Hughberlian, who had barely managed to climb back up, gritted her teeth and chased after Ferrat.

During the previous entanglement, Ferrat had already closed a considerable distance with Lanchi.

In this situation, even if she chased after him with all her might now, it might be useless.

A Tier 2 healer, under the attack of a Tier 5 mage, would be annihilated in just a couple of hits.

Although Hughberlian had put everything on Lanchi, fighting according to his tactics.

But things had come to this point, and she found it hard to accept the impending defeat.

Dark clouds pressed down, the air pressure grew heavier, and muffled thunder echoed continuously across the plains like the wrath of a god.

Lanchi watched Ferrat, who was getting closer and closer, unstoppable.

He roughly estimated that he was about to enter Ferrat's small spell attack range.

Lanchi slowly stopped, no longer running.

First, he couldn't run away.

Second.

All the groundwork was laid. This was the last card for today's exam.

Lanchi calmly lowered his head, looking at the Magic Card that appeared in his palm.

This was a Magic Card he had made in collaboration with Talia, using his family's inherited ancient relic, the Poem of Compassion.

Talia had personally handled almost the entire card-making process, with him assisting on the side.

Only the step of drawing and imbuing the summoned creature's image was primarily done by him.

The final product of this card not only exceeded Lanchi's expectations but also surprised Talia herself, who was the main Card Maker.