The quasit killed the apprentice in front of it almost instantly. It didn't stop there, but quickly darted up a nearby tree, leaping and weaving through the branches.
The apprentice it had been chasing stared after it with bloodshot eyes. "You... you dare steal my spoils too?"
"Then hand over your voucher as well!"
As he spoke, the apprentice began casting a spell toward Charles.
Someone this arrogant could only be one of two things:
Either he was genuinely powerful, or he wasn't very bright.
Either way, another fight was unavoidable.
Facing the incoming spell, Charles used Mage Hand to pull out two scrolls.
One Simple Shield Spell!
One Acid Cloud!
Both spell scrolls activated at once, adding another layer of shielding around Charles.
The Acid Cloud landed right beside his opponent.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, a cloud of yellow-green acid mist enveloped the apprentice.
At the same time, the quasit, which had already darted up into the canopy and leapt through the branches, charged toward him.
The apprentice's spell was intercepted by Charles's Simple Shield Spell.
Both sides kept casting spells and using scrolls, hurling one spell after another at each other.
"You... think you can outspend me!?"
The apprentice across from him shouted with utter arrogance.
He had reason to be arrogant. His father was a wizard, and had prepared plenty of gear and spell scrolls to keep his son safe.
In a battle between apprentices, the one who could use more spells had greater combat strength.
In other words, the more spell scrolls someone carried, the greater their advantage in a fight.
Magic Stones were another part of one's combat strength.
But Charles wasn't exactly poor, either. He had brought plenty of scrolls himself, along with the supplies from the two unlucky fools he'd killed during the