"Third match!"
Merlin glanced at the nine Spellcasters beside him. They had been assigned to Great Mage Leo's tower. Perhaps at the beginning, some of them had still been confident of becoming First-level Spellcasters, but as time passed, constrained by their aptitude and neglected by Great Mage Leo, their hearts had filled with frustration.
Yet Merlin's appearance now seemed to let them glimpse a ray of hope. He had won two matches in a row and did not seem inferior to the Spellcasters from the other towers. Thus, they placed all their hopes on Merlin.
"Third match, Mage Merlin versus Mage Griman!"
At last, the Gray-Robed Mage called Merlin's name again. The third match officially began.
The moment Merlin stood up, he felt countless gazes gathering on him. This formed a stark contrast to the indifference he had received when he went up for the first two matches.
After the first two matches, many people had finally begun paying attention to Merlin.
"The third match is here. The real show is finally starting!"
Many Spellcasters, who had originally been drowsy, now began to perk up. There were simply too many Spellcasters attending the exchange meeting, and towers such as Great Mage Leo's had sent out ten Spellcasters.
Therefore, the level of the first two matches had been rather poor, leaving the spectators sleepy and unable to muster any interest.
However, after the first two rounds of elimination, the Spellcasters in the third match all possessed a certain degree of strength. Naturally, the battles would be far more exciting.
Merlin quickly arrived on the platform and quietly faced a man in a black robe with chestnut-colored long hair. The two of them sized each other up.
"Merlin!"
"Griman!"
After the usual basic exchange of names, the Rune Formation on the platform