"Please, Senior Tu Shan."
On the Performance Stage, the challenged returned the challenger's salute. Her voice was clear, her expression calm, making her seem composed and unruffled.
Of course, it was not that Jiang Yu truly had much confidence when facing Tu Shan Chu Jiu's challenge. Rather, as a direct descendant of the Zhongshan Jiang Clan, her lifelong upbringing allowed her to remain emotionally steady at all times, never losing her head or becoming flustered because of some sudden incident.
The two witches stood more than ten meters apart and raised the spellbooks in their hands at the same time.
"Ge Lei Lei Zhi!"
"July Flowing Fire!"
The two masses of spell light suddenly flared brightly.
Before Jiang Yu was a mass of green light. Accompanied by her incantation, three thick vines suddenly shot out from behind her, lashing forward like three giant hunting pythons, or like the tail-based attacks commonly used by fox clans.
In front of Tu Shan Chu Jiu was a mass of red light. Three crimson sparks swiftly rose, then three streams of falling fire seemed to descend from the sun itself, crashing down upon her seemingly defenseless opponent with the roar of wind and thunder.
With only an opening move, the two sides had already given off the desperate air of those giving their all in a fight to the death.
Many young wizards watching by the lake unconsciously held their breath. Even many of the guests atop Lishan Mountain fell silent in unspoken agreement, showing their respect for this challenge.
As the incantations rang out, both witches formed hand seals at once.
As an ancient method of casting, hand seals had almost completely vanished from the modern university magic curriculum. Yet among those old Wizard Families, traditional casting methods such as hand seals, The