The red and blue light flashed for a moment, and Vincent, who was the first to regain his vision, held down his wrist and deviated from the angle.

"Wayne took away Flint's wand! It seems the result has come out!"

The reality is indeed as Li said.

When Marcus lost his wand, he only regained his sight after being hit by a bright light at close range.

1 point for a hit on the chin.

The back of his head hit the ring, and he squinted his eyes in a daze.

Vincent stood up slowly and pointed his wand at him.

"I won't admit defeat!"

"That's such a shame."

The alder wand lit up and fired several harmless spells.

"The winner is Wayne!"

With Li's voice, the barriers on all sides of the arena were disappearing little by little.

31:100

The score doesn't seem too outrageous, but the students all intuitively understand what fighting is.

It has nothing to do with elegance, but it is fatal to wizards who never exercise.

Moreover, only a few purebloods still adhere to this word of elegance.

Even a guy of Marcus's size couldn't do anything for him. If it were a young man like Draco, he would probably have to be pinned to the ground and beaten the whole time.

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Chapter completed!