Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 490 - 133: Self-Entrapment_1

Chapter 490: Chapter 133: Self-Entrapment_1

“Holy smokes!”

“Is he mad?”

“He clearly has the power to slay the opponent directly, why is he going around such a big circle?”

Three-point Witch Verna was completely dismantled by Link’s maneuver and started cursing angrily.

“Ha ha…”

The Shadow City team leader, a cold-hearted man who enjoyed stirring up trouble, was even more enthusiastic than Sandra, and mocked Verna first,

“It’s only garbage like you, who think nothing but of fucking and killing, would think that this supposedly ‘pretty-boy’ would act like those real sissy boys that you’ve violated: simple-minded, disregarding the overall situation, mindlessly killing.”

The White Tower Alliance leader “Scholar” now chimed in with a mildly praising comment:

“An excellent wizard must surely be rational, and must pursue the optimization of his interests. If killing for the sake of killing not only fails to help your cause, but could even harm it, then, why kill?”

As he said this, “Scholar” looked straight into Verna’s eyes, seriously advising her:

“The two most primitive desires of humans are lust and the urge to destroy. In you, both have been magnified to the extreme. If you continue this way, you will no longer be a wizard, not even a human, but a demon beast driven by desires, spending all your days mating and reproducing, with no thoughts of your own.”

Honesty is the most significant killer blow.

When the “Scholar” spoke these words, there was no hint of mockery or ridicule, but it was the most damaging to Verna.

A few simple words let her confront her most authentic, most ugly side, and foresee her most unbearable, intolerable ending.

For a moment, she even forgot the Shadow City team leader directly calling her “trash.”

The viewing room fell into an eerie silence.

No one wanted to speak.

This included Sandra, who felt like she’d almost won the bet, as well as Lanny Taylor, whose thoughts were becoming increasingly subtle.

World of Competition.

The second hour passed.

The remaining four teams were informed once again of the positions of the other teams.

Seeing the map projected by the special stopwatch-like device, the cousin suddenly broke free from the “spiritual maze” state.

Looking down at his feet, which were only a step away from stepping out of the safety circle, he broke out in a cold sweat.

When he looked around, goodness, three members of Lucia’s family had already stepped out of the safety circle.

Fortunately, the two peripheral members were still supporting their heavily injured companion and were still within the safety circle.

“That was close! Just one step more.”

Before the cousin had a chance to issue a warning and ask his peripheral members to stop, a white light column suddenly descended from the sky, taking away Lucia’s family and the three peripheral members.

The moment the light pillar enveloped them, the cousin suddenly remembered his cousin Hawk and the two teammates who did not listen to Lucia’s instructions, whom he had locked up in the cave.

He must be the very definition of making a rod for his own back.

Sudden regret filled the cousin’s heart.

A team that loses more than five members, or half of its members, is automatically eliminated.

The rules are such that there’s no room for resistance.

On the other side.

According to the map, Link has quickly found “Do Whatever You Want” at supersonic speed.

“Tsk…”

Seeing the state of “Do Whatever You Want,” Link couldn’t help but gasp.

What a disaster!

It’s too disastrous!

Everyone was injured, and even broken bones were considered light injuries.

Even Jasmine was covered in black smoke from being burnt all over.

Her face was dirty, she was lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Next to Jasmine was Tiffany Colonna, who had never seen such a fierce fighting style and was thus defeated by the slightly less powerful Jasmine.

He had never seen someone so fearless.

To be able to aim a spell that requires close proximity, she dared to withstand the fiercest attack, disregard her injuries, and forcibly push forward to the appropriate distance.

Moreover, not only had Jasmine Kidman done this, but also the others in “Do Whatever You Want,” including Betty, who always had a shy smile on her face.

Perhaps it’s because they lacked that bit of courage and daring, that they didn’t have the guts to fight, regardless of casualties.

Tiffany’s team, whose strength was supposedly superior, ended up in a “lose-lose” situation, even though they had a clear numeric advantage.

Looking back on the battle, Tiffany had some regrets, feeling that she shouldn’t have agreed to Jasmine Kidman’s friendly competition, which stipulated only using witchcraft, not magic tools.

“You’re all crazy!”

Sensing Link’s arrival, Tiffany gritted her teeth, stood up, adjusted her appearance, and started complaining about Link.

“If we don’t go mad, we won’t survive.”

Link replied casually, “We only have ourselves, at most our partners. Only by becoming mad can we survive, can we live better.”

Tiffany was speechless when she heard this.

As a member of the local West Coast Pure Blood Family, Tiffany only falls short in terms of material conditions when facing the descendants of the main college families.

“The other teams from the organizations have all withdrawn because of you, right?”

Tiffany swiftly changed the subject and asked this.

“Maybe.”

Link chuckled, “If it’s really because of me, will the Academy reward me separately?”

“Maybe.”

Tiffany returned the same answer, then took out her stopwatch-like device and chose to surrender to Link Grande’s team.

She was straightforward and not hesitant at all. Decisive and clean-cut.