I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Upon hearing Spree Budd's praise, Jennier William maintained a calm expression and replied, "Why should I care? He's a great mage, heralded as the new generation's genius. If he were to lose to my underage brother, that would be utterly humiliating."

Coreia Cep's face, however, turned awkward. He had hoped to use this incident to bolster his son's reputation, to help him gain ground in the War God Temple or within the Nine Provinces Alliance. Unfortunately, Medro Cep's performance was far too outrageous.

If he couldn't stand it, the prominent figures around him would surely be disappointed as well.

Want to advance further?

Not being reprimanded would be good enough!

"It's troubling; not only is his life force waning, but his spirit is starting to deteriorate as well. Unless he unleashes all his magical energy, he's really going to be in trouble!" Spree Budd shook his head and turned to another mage, chuckling lightly, "Shumiri, aren't you going to intervene?"

Shumiri Koran was the elder sent by the Nine Provinces Alliance to accompany Medro Cep. She was powerful and not much weaker than Jennier William.

However, mages of their caliber shared a common trait: they looked down on the weak.

If Medro Cep were to be defeated by someone of the Novice Mage level, he would be considered useless to them, not worth worrying about.

Time passed slowly, and as the Slumber of the Dead spell continued to take effect, Medro Cep's body began to shrivel. His skin became parched and wrinkled, resembling a decaying tree.

"This… is absurd!"

"Even if Medro Cep is only using a limited amount of magical energy, his physical body is quite strong. How could he possibly be defeated by someone with such a significant level difference?"

"What tier of magic is this, exactly?"

Gasps of astonishment filled the air, as no one had anticipated such a conclusion.

After all, even if Medro Cep was using a small amount of magical energy, his understanding and mastery of magic had not diminished. Coupled with his physical enhancements, his chances of winning were still quite high.

Yet, none of them had expected Nicholas William to possess such powerful magic.

Buzz—

Just as the crowd was in shock, a sharp sword aura suddenly erupted from Medro Cep's body.

The faint blue sword light surged forth, directly dispelling the purple magical energy surrounding him.

In an instant, Medro Cep's eyes flew open. He slammed his left hand against the ground, and his previously withered body rapidly regained color, shooting out like lightning.

"Waterlight!"

The faint blue sword light scattered outward, and with a roar, it filled the space as if water were rushing through. The sharp sword aura lunged toward Nicholas William.

The sword aura was piercingly cold, making everyone present feel a chill on their skin.

The crowd quickly unleashed their magical energy to protect their loved ones behind them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Medro still lost. He unleashed all his power, far exceeding Nicholas's level!"

"Medro... really misspoke!"

Spree Budd shook his head; he didn't have much fondness for those who were untrustworthy.

Jennier William stepped forward, ready to intercept the attack aimed at Nicholas William.

Medro Cep was attacking in anger, and if no one defended Nicholas, he could very well die!

However, before Jennier William could strike, the ground suddenly began to tremble. The earth erupted in splatters, forming a shield that protected Nicholas William.

Seeing this, the members of the Jones family couldn't help but show delight and then focused intently.

They were also curious about the power and performance of Dean Bruce when he truly intervened, hoping to gauge his actual strength.

There was no helping it; Dean Bruce was too mysterious, revealing almost no information, which only fueled their curiosity.

Clang—

The water-like sharp sword aura struck against the earthen stone wall, leaving numerous marks but failing to penetrate.

"Hahaha!"

Nicholas William, having witnessed this magic, knew Dean Bruce was protecting him and was no longer anxious. He laughed heartily, "You lost! You used magical energy that exceeds my level! Hahaha, who would have thought a genius from the War God Temple and the Nine Provinces Alliance would lose to me in a battle of the same level!"

At these words, Medro Cep, who had forcibly regained his composure, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his body beginning to wither again.

However, Medro Cep came from a powerful family; he quickly retrieved a green vial from his storage space, crushing its mouth and pouring its contents into his mouth.

Buzz—

A soft green glow flickered, and countless small spirits appeared, swirling around Medro Cep, rapidly restoring his wounds and life force.

"Ah!"

With a satisfied sigh, Medro Cep grinned and said, "Less talk! My level is higher because of my own training. Why should I be bound by so-called level battles? I was just playing with you earlier!"

Now calm, Medro Cep remembered Nicholas William's identity and naturally dared not strike at him again. After his taunt, he turned his gaze to Dean Bruce, curious, "Is this your magic?"

"Good defensive ability, but unfortunately, it lacks any offensive power!"

Step by step, Medro Cep approached Dean Bruce, raising his sword. The pale blue sword light erupted, and an icy chill gradually spread around him.

Crack—crack—

The chill crystallized into ice blocks, rapidly spreading across the ground.

It was evident that Medro Cep was using all his strength.

He had already been humiliated too many times; he had to unleash a powerful attack to redeem his image!

"Ice elemental magic?"

Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile.

After consuming the Red Sun Fruit, his fire elemental magic had become even stronger, making it incredibly easy to counter ice elemental magic.

Without even standing up, Dean Bruce casually waved his right hand, casting Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain magic.

Boom—

Flames erupted from thin air, charging toward Medro Cep like an army, radiating a fierce heat that collided with the frost, instantly melting it away.

"Hmm?"

Feeling the terrifying flames, Medro Cep's expression shifted slightly, but he didn't retreat. Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, he shouted, "Angry ice spirit, unleash your power and extinguish all the flames in the world!"

As the incantation fell, a chilling frost gathered on his sword, rapidly transforming into a white leopard that let out a roar and charged toward the flames.

However, Dean Bruce's Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain magic, bolstered by the Red Sun Fruit, incinerated the frost-formed white leopard almost instantly.

Fierce as fire, what does aggression mean?

It means being ruthless and fast!

With a thought, Dean Bruce's flames surged, swiftly engulfing the unprepared Medro Cep.

"Not good!"

"What incredible power!"

Seeing Medro Cep in crisis, Shumili Kellan could no longer hold back. As her staff appeared, she began to chant loudly, "O God of Light, please listen to the prayers of your most loyal servant and grant a miracle that protects against all disasters and suffering!"

The staff shimmered with a silvery glow, illuminating the previously dark night. Then, amidst the crowd's gasps, it transformed into an angelic apparition that slowly descended into the sea of flames, enveloping Medro Cep in protection.

However, the flames roared fiercely, and even the angelic apparition seemed to be on the verge of burning.

It was only because Shumili Kellan was exceptionally powerful that she slammed her staff onto the ground, casting an advanced magic, Gale's Flight.

In the next moment, the angelic figure accelerated, lifting Medro Cep into the air.

For a Great Magus-level powerhouse, some basic and advanced spells could be cast without chanting, though the activation time was still required.

There remained a significant gap compared to Dean Bruce's instant casting of all his spells.

Shumili Kellan spoke, "My friend, dispel your magic. The outcome of this contest is clear. Unless someone else challenges you, you will be the leader of this alliance."

At these words, Koraya Cep couldn't help but twitch his mouth, feeling particularly pained.

No matter who became the leader, he had already declared that he would handle all material needs for this alliance. Now to backtrack would mean provoking a host of top-tier powers, and he might not see the sun rise the next day!

Shumili Kellan, not spending any resources, naturally wouldn't feel the pinch, which is why she maintained her credibility.

As for Medro Cep?

Even though Shumili Kellan had saved him just in time, he was still burned by the flames and had already fainted.

Jennier William laughed, "Dean, congratulations are in order!"

As soon as he said this, the gazes of the various factions present turned envious as they looked at Dean Bruce.

The position of leader might seem burdensome, but it didn't require much; one just needed to understand management, making it the safest role.

If one were clever, they could even secretly withhold plenty of resources for personal use!

"No need for congratulations," Dean Bruce replied calmly. "I have no interest in being a so-called leader. My intervention was merely to teach a lesson to those who spoke ill of my disciple."