"But this is as far as he goes!" The archmages discussing Karin thought so too.
"This high elf's control over magic is indeed quite impressive, even better than Khadgar's, but that alone isn't enough," a brown-robed seventh-ring mage remarked. "Both Khadgar's strength and his mental power far exceed his. Even if he briefly falls behind, there's no need to hurry... once he grows familiar with his opponent's casting style, he will still be the winner."
No one contradicted him. In fact, many mages agreed with his assessment.
At the center of the battlefield, Khadgar's face had already flushed red. He was a little angry.
He had intended to put on a good performance for his new mentor, only to be battered into this state by a mage weaker than himself.
He decided to get serious! At the very least, he couldn't let these mages of Dalaran look down on him because of this.
Khadgar raised his staff high, murmuring an incantation.
At his quiet summons, a towering wall of ice appeared before Karin, blocking his path.
Karin frowned, but soon another wall of ice blocked him from a different direction... naturally, these walls could hardly hurt him, but they could severely restrict his movements! After all, with the ice walls blocking his way, he could no longer freely Blink forward to evade Khadgar's attacks!
It had to be said that although Khadgar looked young and timid, he was actually quite clever and quick-witted!
Of course, casting on such a scale would deplete Khadgar's mental power to some extent, but his reserves were considerably greater than Karin's to begin with, so he had no need to worry about that!
The ice walls narrowed the battlefield further and further, and Karin stopped moving.
His control over magic was better than Khadgar's...