Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 1204 - 320: The Great Queen Will Ascend the Scythe Weasel’s Grand Nest Today

The fledgling cup is a competition organized by the Yibel Federation for newcomers who have been mages for less than five years and are under 23 years old.

The Yibel Federation has vast territories and it is impossible to gather all the newcomers from various regions to compete together. To reduce manpower costs, the Yibel Federation moved the first few rounds of the fledgling cup online, hosted by various major powers.

The audience under the arena apparently hasn't recovered from the previous blood-pumping competition, still chattering about the brilliant performance of some young mages on the field, especially a contestant who loves headshots.

The initiator, Julius, watched all this calmly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He patted the one-handed axe on his waist, showing a bored expression.

So boring.

"Contestants No. 118 and No. 21, please enter the arena." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He glanced at his number plate with No. 118, and a light suddenly shone on him, teleporting him into the arena.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the sky, and a display popped up—

[Venue: Mountainous terrain]

[Terrain: Bloodthirsty Thorny Shrubland]

[Evaluation: Be mindful of the bloodthirsty thorns underfoot when moving. They are very interested in piercing your skin to draw blood.]

When the virtual pop-up appeared, the expressions of the audience below tightened.

"No. 118 seems to be on the path of a pure battle mage, having to dodge the attacks of bloodthirsty thorns while evading and counterattacking enemy mages. It's truly challenging."

"I would call this a 'stab in the back from the officials!'"

"Disperse, disperse, there's no good show to watch."

Bart, who hadn't yet taken the stage, glanced up, having already guessed the outcome.

The random venue seriously tests the mage's experience, and for mages of this age group, if they haven't happened to experience such a rare scenario, they are bound to be restricted everywhere.

A mage battle tests not only strength but luck, environment, strategy... so many factors can affect the outcome of a match.

And now, with neither time nor place favoring contestant No. 118, how weak must the opponent be to let the meat at their mouth fly away?

With the countdown to the match starting, the attention of the audience below was drawn to the arena.

"Damn, is this person so reckless? Watching the opponent, a spell category mage, summon spells?"

"Does he not think that once summoned monsters and elemental creatures close in, he still has a chance?"

"The summoned Crimson Tiger King has already entered the arena!"

"What's this strategy? I don't get it?"

"Got it, first paralyze the enemy, then make a slide tackle."

"Crimson Tiger King: Burp, tastes good."

However, the referee on the field remained composed, even with a slightly strange smile on the corners of his mouth.

The countdown ended—

Mage No. 21 commanded the Crimson Tiger King to attack, simultaneously performing an agile leap forward, rolling behind a boulder.

The audience below did not notice this, only focusing on the Crimson Tiger King charging toward the boy who had no apparent movement with unstoppable momentum.

The spectators below, not even mages themselves, felt the oppressive sensation of that five-meter-long Crimson Tiger King pouncing at them, leaving them momentarily silent in awe.

A small portion of people, however, kept their eyes fixed on No. 118.

Nothing else, but that man was just too calm.

What on earth was this guy thinking?

The ferocious tiger roared, its massive body full of robust muscle and lethal intent surging forward relentlessly.

If it were an ordinary mage, being approached within less than twenty meters, they could already lie down and give up.

However...

Julius was evidently exceptional, an outlier.

"Here it comes."

He slightly raised his eyelids, feeling the thunderous stomp of the behemoth without needing his eyes.

The next moment, he summoned the "Gluttonous Slime" from his consciousness space.

The one-handed axe at his waist instantly decomposed and reassembled into a massive three-meter-long sniper rifle that landed in his hands.

The Gluttonous Slime flashed with electric sparks, and the magic power stored in it instantly surged into the gun.

The world seemed to slow down in Julius's eyes.

Julius ignored the summoned creature of his opponent, letting it stir a malicious wind toward himself, solely focusing on holding tight to the arcane sniper, with no expression on his face.

His hand moved swiftly and steadily to initiate the attack.

Plasma activated on the gun body, arcs flickering.

Load, fire…

Bang!!!

The bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, swept past the Crimson Tiger King's fur and blasted half of Mage No. 21's body into a dispersing blood mist with one shot.

All in one go!

The body seemed unresponsive, stunned for a moment before slowly collapsing.

And the summoned beast, which had charged halfway, suddenly stumbled, skidding down to kneel in front of Julius, whimpering a moment before vanishing into thin air.

Julius put down the gun, sighing inwardly: That's why I say, this is so boring!

For a moment, the place was as silent as the grave, especially the audience who had rushed here upon hearing the news.

So fast!

No, so fierce!!

What is this? Not handling the summoned beast, but taking out the summoner instead? Damn, a fundamentalist battle mage, is it? A style that spares nothing to end the battle swiftly?

A moment later, sporadic clamor and curses began to resurface among the audience.

Words like "shameless" and "lacking martial virtues" were hurled, but more people were shaken by the visual impact of that headshot.

After hearing the referee declare his victory, Julius, grasping his now reverted one-handed axe, stepped off the stage. The translucent black crystalline monster known as the "Gluttonous Slime" followed him toward the platform.

In the crowd, Bart, who was praised by many, kept a firm eye on Julius's figure.

The ones clamoring the most are those audience members who aren't even mage apprentices.

Mages like Bart, at the sight of the scene just now, felt utterly terrified.

Man, that attack was fast as hell, like a ghost.

No, what's with this guy's body? Such speed and precision, and that immovable hand at the moment of firing the shotgun, was the recoil fed to the dogs? Damn, you're the monster here!

Bart's eyes flickered. That mage's "Guard Barrier" activated by magic was blasted along with it in one shot.

This cannot indicate a lack of martial ethics because if the shot could blow the mage's head off, it could also instantly take out his summoned beast.

This fighting style hasn't been seen used by battle mages for some years now because this style heavily relies on the battle mage's individual physical fitness and combat capability, along with its strengths coexists an almost irreparable huge flaw.

But those flaws were not visible at all in that contestant just now.

Is it because of that peculiar weapon he's holding?

Bart glanced at the single-handed axe now hanging back on Julius's waist, capable of freely changing form. Is it some kind of magical artifact never seen before combined with monsters?

No, definitely not.

Bart touched his chin, smiling: "Interesting."

He began developing a slight interest in this person of the same age.

...

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The semi-finals were indeed quick, but this was, after all, just one of the subsidiary arenas under the Yibel Federation. At this stage, the participants entering the finals had long been sifted out.

Perhaps stimulated by Julius's fast-paced conclusion, Bart conducted merciless bombardment on his opponent upon taking the stage.

The Snow King, exhaling chilling air, dominated the field and finished the battle in less than two minutes.

With this, all the arenas in the virtual arena vanished, and the final match commenced.

Standing on the merged stage, Bart slightly tilted his head upwards, making a gesture toward the referee's seat, signaling the direct continuation of the match.

Below the stage, Julius raised an eyebrow, his figure flickering onto the battlefield.

[Venue: Plains]

[Terrain: Weeds]

[Evaluation: Enjoy a straightforward battle with no venue factors interfering!]

Bart lifted his head, carefully scrutinizing the unknown battle mage.

This appeared to be a youth challenging to approach. His side profile was sharply and prominently angular yet not overly aggressive, only that his gaze, when frowning, was as piercing as icy stars, intimidatingly intense.

But still very handsome!

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