462 Am I Too Late?

"Clemente, Constance, you two come with me." Claus ignored Hank's insults, and called out two names.

"Yes." Two young men stepped forward to join Claus as they walked onto the platform. Regardless of whether they won or lost the battle, it would not be a glamorous result for them.

The audience was completely silent as they looked on with nervous expressions. The three most powerful students of Chaos School were on the stage, but everyone was still feeling quite concerned.

"We have to win this battle." Claus clenched his fists with a determined expression.

The other two young men nodded in unison with grave looks on their faces.

In contrast, Hank was very relaxed, and was not intimidated in the slightest by his three opponents.

Looks like my disciple will have to clean up this mess for Novan, but where is she? Has she overslept? Why isn't she here yet? I'm absolutely starving as well. Krassu began to look around, and a nervous expression appeared on his face for the first time.

"Go, Chaos School!" Daphne clenched her little fists and cheered her side on despite her nervous expression.

Ignatsu shook his head with a wistful expression as he murmured to himself, "That's a wood magic caster with ultra powerful magic control. He can take care of all three opponents with no issues whatsoever."

"Let the eighth battle begin!" Karpas announced.

"Go!" Claus raised a hand and began to chant a spell. Three icy spikes each about a foot in length flew toward Hank in a straight line formation.

Clemente raised his hand to unleash a fireball, which split into three in mid-air before hurtling toward Hank from three different directions.

"Water particles hidden in the air, heed my call, grant me the power of the Water God…" Constance sat on the ground, and began to chant a spell. Water vapor began to converge around him; he appeared to be preparing a powerful spell.

"Is this a joke?" Hank chuckled at the sight of the oncoming ice spikes and fireballs, and he raised his hand nonchalantly in response. Green light shimmered in front of him, quickly forming a shield constructed from vines.

The three ice spikes and fireballs struck the shield in quick succession, upon which a green light erupted from the seemingly vulnerable shield. The ice spikes shattered and the fireballs exploded, but they weren't even able to break so much as a single vine.

"He's an intermediate magic caster, so we have to attack him with all our power!" Claus' expression became extremely grave upon seeing that. A simple vine shield was enough for Hank to nullify all of their attacks with ease. Just as the information that they had previously gathered suggested, even the three of them didn't have much of a chance against Hank.

"In my name, I summon a snowball spell!" Claus waved his black wand, and snow and ice began to materialize above Hank as if something was about to descend.

"Consecutive fireball spell!" Clement stabbed his wand forward, and five fireballs shot forth in a straight line.

"Let my summoned ocean wave deal the final blow!" Constance suddenly raised his voice, and also pointed his wand directly at Hank. A blue wave that was three meters tall and three meters wide appeared out of thin air, following closely behind the string of fireballs as they hurtled toward Hank.

"Snowball, descend!" Clement let loose a loud cry at the same time, and the snow and ice above Hank descended violently, forming a basketball-sized snowball that crashed down toward Hank like a meteorite.

"Those are two intermediate spells and another spell that's at the pinnacle of elementary spells. Surely that's enough to secure victory." All of the Chaos School students looked on with wide eyes. With the combined powers of their school's three most powerful magic casters, they stood a chance even against a 4th-tier magic caster.

The students below the stage all looked on with anticipation and anxiety in their eyes. The green-haired boy was far too obnoxious, and all of them wanted to see him beaten to a pulp.

Even the teachers were getting very nervous. This battle would decide the result of the match. If even these three couldn't win, then the remaining four weaker members stood no chance.

"That's more like it." Hank was not fearful in the slightest at the sight of the three oncoming spells. Instead, his eyes lit up with a hint of excitement as he twirled his wand above his head. As a result, the green vine shield in front of him suddenly transformed into a ball that enveloped his entire body.

The fireballs exploded upon the ball, sending countless sparks flying through the air. Immediately afterward, the snowball descended, smashing a deep indentation into the wooden ball. This was followed by the massive wave, which almost flattened the wooden ball.

In the face of the three powerful spells, Hank's spell appeared to be hanging on by a thread as if it would crumble at any moment.

However, the fireballs exploded, the snowball shattered, and the wave was reduced to puddles on the ground, but the wooden ball still stood resolutely in the center of the platform. Hank was standing within the wooden ball, and he was completely unscathed. In fact, not even a single drop of water had made contact with his body.

Claus' trio panted heavily as they looked on, and all three of them were cast into despair. They couldn't even break through their opponent's defenses with their most powerful attacks, so the battle was as good as over.

"He's… completely unscathed!"

The students below the stage were all very disappointed to see that. They had pinned all their hopes on that combination attack, but it had amounted to nothing.

"If you're done, then it's my turn." Hank raised a hand to withdraw the wooden ball around him, and green light began to shimmer from his black wand. He pointed the wand at Claus and the others with a cold smile, and said, "Piss off!"

Green light flashed, and a series of black vines as thick as a human arm sprouted from the ground. Claus' trio were instantly bound before being thrown off the platform.

"Bam, bam, bam!"

The three of them landed in quick succession, and even though they didn't suffer any injuries, they were still knocked senseless momentarily.

"The Magus Tower wins the eighth battle." Karpas took a glance at Hank. This boy had a rotten personality, but Karpas had to admit that he was a rare prodigy far more powerful than anyone that Chaos School had to offer.

"We won!"

A burst of cheers erupted from the Magus Tower members. Even though they had already anticipated this result, they were still quite happy to see it eventuate.

Meanwhile, an oppressive silence had settled over the audience. They had even lost the three-on-one battle, and the Magus Tower had only sent out two people this entire time. The loss they had suffered was simply too severe, and many of the kids from the elementary section felt as if their dreams had been crushed.

"You're next. Let me end this match now." Hank looked at the remaining four Chaos School students with unadulterated disdain in his eyes.

The four students were a little fearful, but they looked at each other, and still walked onto the platform with their heads held high. Giving up without a fight was much more disgraceful than suffering a loss.

The four students consisted of two 3rd-tier magic casters and two 2nd-tier magic casters. They were all swatted off the platform by vines in less than 10 seconds, thereby capping off a landslide victory for the Magus Tower.

Hank turned to the deathly silent audience with a disdainful expression, and said, "Before coming here, I thought this would be an interesting match, but it looks like I expected too much. To be frank, all of you are trash."

Everyone looked up at Hank with enraged expressions as fury burned in their hearts. However, they had indeed been crushed in the match, so they couldn't offer any retort. As such, they could only bow their heads with gritted teeth and endure the humiliation.

The oppressive atmosphere was very stifling. Everyone was waiting for Karpas to announce the final result so they could leave this place as quickly as they could.

"Hehe." Hank shook his head in a condescending manner before making his way toward the Magus Tower members.

At that moment, a clear, crisp voice sounded from the entrance of the venue. "Huh? Am I too late?"