Spellcasting consists of three elements - magic, spell, and soul.

If there is no magic power, the spells are just ordinary sounds and gestures; if there is no magic spell, it is difficult for the soul to leverage the magic power to form a spell; if there is no soul, even if the spell is well understood, it cannot control the magic power.

For spellcasting, all three are indispensable, and people on earth are born with a lack of ‘soul’.

Every person from another world has a soul, which is an organ that is specialized in controlling extraordinary power. Theoretically speaking, every person from other worlds other than the earth has the possibility to master extraordinary power. However, due to various reasons, most aliens have no ability to possess extraordinary powers.

Everyone in the world is just a mortal without the slightest bit of extraordinary power, so this kind of power is still called 'extraordinary power'.

Mage-type professions require soul-driven spells to leverage magic power to cast spells; warrior-type professions require the soul to sense the life energy in the body, which is the biomagnetic field, and make oneself stronger by exercising the magnetic field.

Even though people on earth can use artifacts to give themselves a 'mimetic soul', they cannot cast spells without the 'mimetic soul' until they successfully shape their own soul.

This kind of thing is known to any mage who is a member of the Pan-Human Federation, even a mage from a new civilization like the Girton World that has joined the Pan-Human Federation less than 20 years ago.

Fritz Arnall walked onto the field with confidence. He didn't understand why Lin Lang, an Earthling, came to participate in such a competition. He only knew that he would definitely be able to defeat the foreign student from Earth.

Standing at the designated position, Fritz heard the people on the opposite side of the earth say: "If you surrender now, it's still too late."

"Surrender? Give up?" Fritz couldn't help but laughed out loud. Holding the spell book in his hand, he looked at Lin Lang contemptuously, "You have to figure out your position, Earthling! In this competition field, there is no one

With the aid of equipment, you can't even cast spells. You actually want to persuade me to surrender? What a joke!"

Lin Lang shook his head and sighed: "Then you should be mentally prepared. If you don't want to be hurt, remember to shout 'admit defeat'."

"I can return this sentence to you intact!" Fritz glared at Lin Lang fiercely.

[The twenty-sixth game of the first round is about to begin, and now the countdown begins——]

【Three!】

【Two!】

【One!】

【Start!】

Wow!

The spell book suddenly unfolded, and the pages turned quickly. Fritz opened his lips and recited the prefixed incantation. The magic around him was suddenly shaped into a frame. At the same time, the flying pages stopped and froze in Fritz's eyes.

The page of the spell Ritz wants to cast.

The soul fills the pages, prints a model, and then extracts it and puts it into the previously created frame.

He recited the second spell, and the magic frame quickly shrank and merged with the spell model to form a spell.

But at this time, the 'definition' of this spell was still vague, and Fritz was unable to continue to 'describe' the spell in detail, so he took out a piece of leather with moderate hardness from the material bag and read the third paragraph.

Spell.

The 'description' that makes up the leather is extracted by the spell, and the spell is completely 'defined', and the leather itself is turned into fly ash.

This is the first-level spell that all mages must learn - [Mage Armor].

But at this moment, Fritz noticed that the hands of the Earthling standing opposite him were burning with flames, and he was a little surprised.

Doesn’t it mean that people on Earth don’t have the ability to cast spells?

Snap!

Lin Lang stepped forward, grabbed the back of the blue-white flame's right hand, then suddenly twisted his waist, moved his arm, and threw the blue-white fireball out of his hand.

Fritz had no time to react, and the bluish-white fireball came to him.

There were ripples in the air ahead. This was the phenomenon of the force field of the [Mage Armor] being touched. What surprised Fritz even more was that this force field failed to detonate the fireball, let alone stop the fireball.

After the fireball with a speed of over 160 kilometers per hour broke through the force field, its speed slowed down a lot, but when it hit Fritz on the face, he still felt obvious pain, and his head was knocked to the side.

Immediately afterwards, a burning sensation came from the face.

"Ah!!!"

Fritz screamed and fell to the ground, and the bluish-white fireball bounced directly onto his clothes.

‘If you don’t want to get hurt, remember to shout and admit defeat.’

Seeing that his clothes were about to be set on fire, he suddenly remembered what Lin Lang said before and hurriedly shouted: "I give up! I give up!!! Save me quickly! Save me quickly!!!"

Before the end of the game, no one would come to the rescue. If he wanted to avoid injury, he could only admit defeat.

[Contestant Fritz Arnall surrendered, contestant Lin Lang won!]

The next moment, Fritz slapped his clothes hard and swept away the blue-white fireball.

Gululu...

Looking at the fireball rolling away, Fritz froze on the spot, and the crowd of onlookers became silent for an instant.

After rolling for a while, the fireball extinguished itself, leaving only a small black ball lying quietly on the ground.

The burning sensation on my face faded away, and my clothes were not set on fire. Everything seemed to be my own imagination.

Fritz's Adam's apple rolled. He looked up and looked at Lin Lang, who had turned around and walked to the outside. His nose suddenly flared, and anger rushed into his brain.

"Stop!!!!"

Fritz suddenly stood up and screamed at Lin Lang's back.

Lin Lang paused and looked back expressionlessly.

Looking at Lin Lang's expressionless face, without any guilt or apology, everything in front of Fritz seemed to be dyed in blood. He screamed angrily, took out a handful of powder from the material bag, and pointed it at Lin Lang.

Lang threw it over.

The powder stretched in the air and turned into a flaming arrow, pointing directly at Lin Lang's front door.

Lin Lang waved his hand and "pop", the arrow made of flames was shattered.

"Fritz Arnall!"

There was an angry shout from outside the court. An elegant middle-aged man with a mustache slapped the railing and roared: "You actually attacked the winning player after the game. I will notify your parents on behalf of Xingchen Academy.

Your elders come and see what you have done!"

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Fritz was stunned by these words, and his anger was extinguished instantly. He hurriedly looked at his mustache and stammered in explanation: "Mr. Crowley, I, I didn't mean it...Yes! It's all..."

That guy’s fault! He used despicable means to make me..."

"No need to quibble anymore!" Crowley's face was gloomy, "No matter what method the player used, he has already won, but you became so angry after losing that you even used magic to attack that player. What you did

Let Xingchen Academy be shamed, this fact will not change no matter what! Don’t even think about getting your diploma, wait a few days and ask your parents to take you back!"

If the other party was just a civilian, this matter would definitely be forgotten, but the other party is an international student from Earth!

Things on the field can be governed by the rules of the field, but after the game is over, using spells to attack the international student from Earth is another matter.

Crowley didn't give Fritz a chance to explain. He took out his cell phone and called the provost of the college.

Fritz was stunned on the spot, the audience was no longer silent, and the stadium suddenly became a bustling state again.

Originally, Fritz didn't care about those voices, but now he felt that many of those voices must be sarcastic about him.

Momo clenched his fists and glanced hard at Lin Lang, who had already sat back in his original position. After another warning [Fritz Arnall, please leave!], Fritz left angrily.

When the sound of [the start of the twenty-seventh game] sounded, the audience finally came to their senses and figured out what was going on in the confusing game just now.

The first is the fireball. The flame color of the phosphorus fire is bluish white, and the burning temperature is not high, usually 40℃, which is very consistent with the characteristics of the fireball.

Just one second later, Fritz would have discovered that the fireball would not hurt him at all, but that was impossible.

Lin Lang's conversation before the start of the game gave Fritz a strong hint. Although there were only a few words, none of them broke away from the core of "admitting defeat", so Fritz felt that he was being attacked.

After I might be injured, the first thought that comes to my mind is definitely to 'admit defeat'.

From the moment Fritz chose to talk to Lin Lang, his failure was already doomed.

After understanding this matter, many people looked at Lin Lang in strange ways.

Some people ran to complain to the referee, thinking this was against the rules.

However, this is what the referee told them: "This is a practical evaluation of spells. The focus is on 'actual combat', not 'spells'."
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