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"I understand."

Leo nodded. Then his body moved.

Leo streaked across the ground, leaving afterimages in his wake. He arrived beside Duvila, swung his fist, and smashed a punch toward Duvila's head.

Leo had always upheld the principle that if it was time to fight, there was no need for empty chatter.

Leo's fist landed on Duvila's cheek, twisting his face out of shape.

A sharp pain shot up from Duvila's teeth.

In all his years of being a Wizard, this was the first time Duvila had encountered such a simple, brutal fist.

Duvila flew backward.

Leo chased after him and brought a fist crashing down toward Duvila's head.

Duvila only felt his head ringing again and again.

He was smashed into the ground, blasting open a small hole.

Duvila staggered to his feet from the ground.

Then his mind spun, and he swayed before collapsing to the ground once more.

All the Formal Wizards turned their eyes toward them.

Jindeli rose to his feet instinctively.

He cursed, "Idiot."

No one had expected things to develop in this direction.

Even Saffi wore a strange expression.

She had considered the possibility that Leo might win, but she had not expected him to strike so decisively, so unexpectedly.

Duvila lay sprawled on the ground.

His mind told him that he had to get up. He could not lose this match.

But Leo's fist seemed to have struck an extremely crucial spot, leaving him unable to summon any strength or get back up.

After a while, a voice finally announced the verdict.

"The match is over. The victor is Wizard Saffi's representative: Leo."

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Huangtu's eyes widened.

Anthony scratched his head.

The corners of Saffi's lips curved upward.

Jindeli's expression darkened.

Nova looked thoughtfully in Leo's direction.

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