I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 157

“You won’t be able to hold me for long with that move…” Richter would soon break free from the ice.

He raised his hand, preparing to cast a spell as soon as he broke free.

But Richter sensed a massive surge of magical power above him.

A gigantic water sphere appeared directly over his head.

It was as if all the water in the sky had been drawn away, enough to fill a small pond.

Richter’s expression was one of astonishment.

“Now I understand,” Lavine said.

“Why you’re afraid of water magic.” She smiled, looking at Richter across from her.

“It’s because it’s the overwhelming mass attack you talked about, made of matter.”

The colossal amount of water above Richter had enough mass to submerge a small forest.

In the air, Kanne, using flight magic, called out a reminder from above, “Lavine, don’t let him escape!”

Before her words even faded, Lavine used ice magic on Richter’s legs, freezing them.

“Water Magic!”

Kanne, from above, struck down like a mighty dragon, sending the enormous volume of water crashing down like a massive wave towards her opponent!

Below, Richter couldn’t move. “Where do I have to escape to?”

Facing such a massive quantity of water, Richter only used defensive magic in front of him, protecting half of his body.

But the defensive magic, in front of this immense volume of water, was like a fragile eggshell, shattering with a light touch.

Richter watched helplessly as the colossal water rushed towards him, about to engulf him. “That’s why I hate water.”

‘Boom—!’

[Such a calm big brother.]

[You even symbolically struggled.]

[Kisame is waving.]

[Don’t overthink it, with that much water, the sheer mass alone will crush him.]

A massive volume of seawater crashed down from the protruding surface above.

Frieren looked up, shielding her eyes, and quickly scurried to the side.

Lavine looked bored, letting the rain hit her hair. She and Kanne, who was hugging her knees, sat quietly on the ground.

They sat silently, enduring the rain.

Frieren ran over from behind, a smile on her face.

She retracted her crescent staff. “Looks like you won.”

The two noticed Frieren’s arrival and turned to look at her.

[Both of them are soaked, but Frieren is dry. What kind of rare magic is this?]

[Oh right! The bird! Where’s the bird!?]

“Let’s leave here quickly,” Frieren said gently, reminding the two. “There are still two hours until sunset.”

“Can you conceal your magic before then?”

Lavine slumped to the ground, leaning back on her arms for support. “My magic is all used up, what am I going to hide?”

Kanne also turned to look at Lavine.

Frieren understood. “I see, you both did well.”

Then Frieren reached out and stroked the hair of the two small figures.

“Hahaha.” Kanne couldn’t help but laugh.

Lavine turned, her voice a little embarrassed. “Stop petting.”

‘Rumble…’

The water surged towards Duncan and Laufer, then rushed past, leaving one person behind.

Richter lay on the ground, speaking in a muffled voice, “Sorry.”

The camera switched to above.

Richter’s back was just caught under Duncan’s leg.

There were puddles of water all around the three of them.

“It can’t be helped, it’s not your fault,” Duncan said.

The rain drizzled down, soaking everyone.

In the sky, a huge white owl monster flew by.

“Duncan and I both ran out of magic,” Richter said with difficulty.

He squatted on the ground, trying to undo the golden magical restraints binding the two.

Richter stood up, but found he couldn’t undo them.

“Only two hours left, it’s over,” Richter said, giving up, and squatted dejectedly beside Duncan.

Duncan pondered for a moment.

“Laufer, can you undo this binding magic?”

Richter turned to look at Duncan.

“Are you kidding?” Laufer found it very difficult. “The magic in this restraint is astonishing.”

Duncan turned to look at Laufer. “Then break the tree.”

Upon hearing this.

A white magical light illuminated this part of the forest.

‘Creak—’

“Boom—!”

A tall tree collapsed to the side.

The liberated Laufer stretched his arms, letting out a sigh.

Beside him, Duncan patted the water off his body.

Richter turned. “Duncan.”

“It’s hopeless.”

Laufer turned and explained his own situation. “I don’t have enough magic left for quick movement magic either.”

Duncan spoke. “Richter, Laufer.”

“What do you think a court mage would do in this situation?”

The two looked at Duncan, who paused for a moment.

“We have to struggle ugly until the very end.”

Duncan continued walking forward.

“Let’s follow the traces of battle and look for other teams.”

[Muscular Old Duncan is online!]

[Duncan: Who says a mage can’t use their fists?]

[You are respectable even if you fail!]

[No, this is extremely elegant, sir!]

Inside the cave.

“Fern, you really are,” Ubel complained, her voice full of dissatisfaction. “So boring.”

Ubel wrung the water from her green hair.

She shook her head, sending many water droplets flying from her hair, and Ubel looked ahead. “You really only use basic magic.”

Fern squatted on the ground, holding wood, preparing kindling for the bonfire with Lantz.

“If you have an opinion, please take it up with Ms. Frieren,” Fern said calmly.

Ubel heard this and looked to the side, pondering. “So, that elf is your master.”

She looked outside the cave; the rain was heavier.

“Because of her, we got soaked to the bone.”

“You better teach her a good lesson,” Ubel said, leaning against a rock in the cave, looking at Fern, her tone casual.

Fern used magic to light the wood in her hands.

“I intend to.”

[Frieren: Nervous.]

[Oh no, Frieren is going to get lectured again.]

[Frieren: =w=]

As the firewood burned.

Fern said to Ubel, “Besides, she only restricted combat magic.”

Ubel remembered. “So that’s it.”

“You also used bird-catching magic.”

She looked at Fern. “What other magic do you know?”

Fern lowered her head, thinking. “Let me see…”

“Clothes X-ray magic…”

The next second, Ubel hid deeper in the cave, squatting on the ground, hugging herself with her arms, looking at Fern with a wary expression.

“I won’t use it,” Fern said.

Lantz, beside them, also looked behind him.

“Um, sorry to interrupt your pleasant conversation,” Lantz said, “but it’s better not to reveal too many trump cards.”

“After all, once the second test begins, we’ll be enemies.”

Lantz couldn’t help but remind the two.

[Fern’s clothes X-ray magic, is that a trump card? Eh??]

[Coach, I need this magic!]

[Please, you must teach me this magic!]

[Trump card—clothes X-ray magic!]

Ubel’s eyes showed interest. “Hmm… indeed.”

“My apologies.”

Fern didn’t mind.

“But I think,” Ubel looked at Lantz, “Glasses, you could integrate a bit more.”

Lantz said nothing.

On the other side.

Two men squatted under a protruding hillside, sheltering from the rain, holding a birdcage with a meteor iron bird inside.

“Found them,” Duncan’s voice rang out. “The eliminated team.”