Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Examiner Felat, originally supremely confident.

Even if he couldn’t use Magic Cards and most magic, he could handle the third-order Hyperion with ease.

But now.

He was unexpectedly unable to concentrate on dealing with Hyperion due to the intense pain he was experiencing, and the anger that had been accumulating in his heart since he was silenced.

Furthermore, Hyperion was no longer important.

All Felat knew was that regardless of the outcome of today’s exam, if he didn’t kill Lanci, he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully this month!

In the distance.

Realizing that all of Examiner Felat’s hatred had been transferred to him, Lanci also immediately began to flee.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to keep applying incorrectly cooled healing cards to Felat.

Continuing to torment.

Even though Felat couldn’t utter a word at this moment, during this time when his emotions were so intense that they reverted to expressions that could reveal a thousand words, anyone could read his current thoughts from his face —

If I don’t kill you today, I’m not fit to be a man!

After a pause like a computer crash, Felat accelerated like a comet without hesitation, stirring up a wild wind and racing towards Lanci!

"Don’t think of getting near him!"

Hyperion, agile as a shadow, had almost disappeared on the plains, only those cold eyes, like the pupils of a scorpion, were fixed on Felat.

The job Lanci had assigned to her was to stall Felat as best she could while making sure she herself was not killed instantly.

Under the current circumstances, Felat, seriously disrupted by Lanci, was no longer a great threat to Hyperion.

The longer she could drag it out, the more she could throw Felat into disorder.

The scorpion tail dagger emitted a cold light beneath the dark clouds, like the grim reaper in the cold night.

In this Elvin Plains, Examiner Felat actually began a dramatic chase with Hyperion.

...

In the conference room of Sage Academy.

"But how is he supposed to win?"

Seeing Lanci’s magic cards fully deployed, a teacher couldn’t help expressing his doubt.

The situation was currently being dragged out.

But it wouldn’t be prolonged for long.

Hyperion was doing everything she could to hinder Felat, not letting him get close to Lanci.

And Lanci had begun to run and cast spells, using the characteristic of long hands to continue tormenting Felat as much as possible.

But Felat could make countless mistakes, Hyperion and Lanci could only make one.

Even without a mistake, the gap between Felat, who had previously cast a continuous wind magic spell, and Lanci was getting smaller and there’s nothing to stop it.

They absolutely couldn’t drag it out for 30 minutes.

As long as Lanci is cleared by Felat, without the silence and mental interference, Hyperion would also collapse in an instant.

"After Lanci cast a large number of healing spell cards, it also revealed the fact that he is not from the Counterattack School."

"Felat can now kill him without any hesitation."

Teachers familiar with Felat of course knew why Felat initially didn’t prioritize to attack Lanci whose card combination was unknown.

Now, according to Lanci’s total card rank which counts 20.

So far, he has used a total of 16 ranks of healing spells.

More than any teacher had anticipated.

Of the remaining 4 points, there is a known second-order [Friendly Exchange], and the remaining card positions are simply not enough to form a powerful counterattack system.

"He can’t win, there’s no way they can stop Felat from closing in."

Seeing on the screen the situation of Hyperion barely blocking Felat several times, the teachers in the conference room knew, today’s entrance examination after repeated struggles is getting close to the end.

"Unless Lanci has a trump card in his last card slot."

"Not very likely."

"If there’s something that could change the outcome of the match, he would have used it already."

Lanci does indeed still have an unknown card slot.

However.

Any of the teachers present could tell that no First-order or Second-order Magic Card, no matter how powerful or how restrictive its activation condition may be, could possibly land a blow capable of defeating Fifth-order Examiner Felat.

The metallic clang in the video once again drew the attention of the teachers deep in discussion.

They all focused on the battlefield that was about to reach its conclusion.

In the plains, Hyperion, who was pursuing Felat, had her thrown dagger deflected away violently by a Magic Shield just as she aimed for Felat’s head.

A hint of shock slipped into her eyes, but it soon turned cold. She moved around on the grass as elusive as a cunning poisonous snake, always versatile.

Just a few more tosses should break his shield.

And all the minor spells Felat could use now were on cooldown. Very soon, Felat would have to face her threat again without his shield.

However.

The very moment she retrieved her weapon, Felat suddenly halted.

Even without Felat turning his head, Hyperion, who was trailing him, felt like she was locked in by an aura of magic.

Under such a lock, a chill rose from the bottom of Hyperion’s heart.

Felat seemed to have noticed earlier in the battle that whenever she retrieved her weapon, she would expose some minor faults.

Yet, the Felat at this moment didn’t make such a judgement with reason. Instead, he instinctively seized the perfect opportunity to defeat Hyperion in his fit of rage.

Before Hyperion could react, Wind Magic surged out of Felat like a blade, sending Hyperion flying.

It was merely a minor First-order Wind Magic. However, in Felat’s rage, it exploded with a force that Hyperion could not resist!

The next moment, Felat was on the move again, dashing crazily towards Lanci!

"Damn it!"

Thrown hard onto the ground, Hyperion forced herself to get up and chased after Felat with gritted teeth.

The previous skirmish had already closed Felat significantly in on Lanci.

Given the current circumstances, even if she chased after him with all she had, it may still be futile.

A second-order healer would be wiped out by a fifth-order mage’s attack in no time.

Despite Hyperion having bet everything on Lanci, playing according to his strategy.

But now, she found it hard to accept the imminent defeat.

The dark clouds were ominous, the air pressure grew heavier, thunder roared like the wrath of gods, rumbling over the plains continuously.

Lanci looked at Felat, who was getting closer and closer, unstoppable.

He probably guessed that he was about to enter the range of Felat’s minor spell attack.

Lanci slowed to a stop. He didn’t run anymore.

Primarily because he couldn’t escape.

But moreover.

All the preparations were ready.

Lanci looked down calmly at the Magic Card appearing in his palm.

This Magic Card was created by him and Talia, using their family heirloom [Poem of Pity] as part of the card creation process.

Almost the entire card creation process was performed by Talia, with him acting as an assistant.

Only the step of drawing and defining the form of the summon was led by him.

The end product of this card, not only exceeded Lanci’s expectation, but also surprised Talia, the primary Cardmaker.

He knew, this was the last card for today’s exam.