Chapter 219 Young Ira's Deception

"The file is here...cough cough cough..."

For Tutor Chiara, who was coughing lightly and put the parchment in her hand, Sevilla frowned and took it. She asked her tutor very concerned, and said, "Teacher, about the duel with Ira... ..."

For Sevilla who asked this question, Chiara obviously had no interest in talking to her, she turned and left while coughing, and said: "In your capacity, cough cough... you should call Ira Ira Senior."

"If you want to know something, then the files in your hand have records. The most important thing you should do is to read and learn... Don't try to let others give you the answer, Sevilla, or I will wake you up you."

"..."

Looking at Chiara who walked out of the room, Sevilla didn't care about the obviously unfriendly attitude, because she knew that the great mentor Chiara treated everyone like this...except for Ira...Ira's senior.

At this moment, the duel file in Sevilla's hands recorded all the duel materials and procedures of the previous class of students, and there were different bookmarks on it, which separated the different duel records of each student.

And this very thick parchment book in his hand, the bookmark with [Ira (Ira)] is inserted in the center of the whole book... The other nine hundred and ninety-nine students add up to more.

Isn't it too full of martial arts? Doesn't that mean making enemies everywhere? But I always feel that Senior Ira is quite popular.

Thinking of this, Sevilla turned to the first page of the duel... It seems that many students have borrowed the records of the duel, which are densely covered with notes and handwriting.

I flipped through it a little... It seems that there are no records in the back.

That said, Ira's profile has always been sought after.

[Language, deception, and information are not equal, and are used in duels. 】

Sevilla saw the top of Ira's first duel, and the reminder marked in bold by others, she was stunned for a moment... Realizing that what she needed to watch might be this duel.

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"The duel has begun. Next, I will use [Pure White Rapid Blade] to pierce your heart within ten seconds... This is my forecast."

The little-known Ira said so, and now standing on the same duel field as him was De Fonte Caligula, a son of the Duke of the Empire Caligula.

A very talented mage.

Ira's announcement only aroused his sneer, he never thought that Ira could defeat him, and even today Ira's ability to come to the appointment on time was beyond his expectations.

However, it is just self-inflicted humiliation.

"DeVont! DeVont! DeVont!"

"DeVont! DeVont!"

The surrounding students were all cheering for this mage boy named De Fonte, while he smiled and said proudly: "Then, I will trample you under my feet and force you to lick your mouth." Clean the soles of my shoes."

This is a life-and-death duel, but De Fonte only thinks about humiliating the opponent after winning, and every time Ira thinks about killing the opponent as soon as possible... From this point of view, he has already fallen into a disadvantage .

In fact, the duel had already started, but Yila used the [announcement] to delay the time, so that the other party did not get nervous immediately, and De Fonte also cooperated very well. He even took his left hand away from the staff in leisure,

De Fonte was carelessly arranging his hair, while showing a sneer, he said, "You are such a commoner who can't control himself, even if I let you lick it..."

In fact, the Alcaras family is not considered a noble, but it is not considered a commoner either. These words are undoubtedly humiliating Ira, but Ira doesn't care... There is no need to care.

Because while DeVont was talking about having fun...

"Blood!"

Accompanied by a yell, Ira, like a ghost, instantly came to the young mage named De Fonte, and in the astonished expression of the other party, instantly slashed across the other party's wrist, which instantly retreated.

De Fonte's right hand holding the staff was cut off instantly by Ira.

Here, Ira used a trick...a spell called [Pure White Swift Blade], and the chanting is [The wind in the forest, rushing like water under the wind, cutting like waves on the water; . ] It’s such a short chant.

When De Fonte was told that Ira was going to use the Pure White Blade, he had a concept in his mind... Ira was about to chant [Xu Yu], he thought so.

If Yila said something homonymous, such as words such as [maybe (Xu)], [Xu (Xu) chatter], then he would also be alert in an instant.

However, Yila's self-created spell [Pure White Swift Blade·Blood], at the cost of more hip-stretching strength, longer scriptures, and the need to consume her own blood, in exchange for a very easy to hide and short chant.

To declare itself, hide the chanting of [Pure White Swift Blade], and then just use [Blood] as the release language... This is information that can be known as long as you know a little about Ira.

In other words, DeVont was killed by his own arrogance.

"Shua!"

Accompanied by the sound of cutting, a hand flew high into the sky, blood splashed across, showing De Fonte's unbelievable expression, as well as the indescribable fear and timidity.

Ira, this guy, is really going to kill me? ! How dare he? !

While thinking this way, De Fonte was very anxious to protect his heart and leaned back. With a very quick movement, he began to chant the chant of the spell shield: "With the barrier of despair, create..."

It has to be admitted that although De Fonte's character is extremely bad, his spell skills are very good. He chanted the spell of the shield at a very fast speed, using the high-speed chanting technique.

A shield appeared the moment Ira raised her hand, slowly spreading from De Fonte's heart...

Because of Ira's previous announcement, De Fonte was very sure that Ira would pierce his heart next, but... Ira's thoughts must be shattered because of the shield!

He thought so.

"..."

"brush!!!"

In an instant, the light of the knife flickered past, and Ira seemed to simply pass by De Fonte, standing with her back to him, and released the [Pure White Rapid Blade·Blood] from her hand with an indifferent expression.

Then at the next moment, the head of the terrified De Fonte, which flew high, drew a parabola in the air, landed on the dueling field, and bounced a few times on the ground.

Afterwards, it remained motionless along with the fallen headless corpse.

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"..."

Sevilla was silent. She looked at the almost healed bloodstain on her hand, and touched her neck where Ira had targeted her before... For some reason, she felt a chill on her neck.

But she did learn something from it...

The ones who were selected to fight with the previous leaders were usually the same as her, and she had already realized that the best fighter was selected from the School of Warfare.

Deception and being deceived are the main theme of duel.