"Hey hey, have you heard of it? Today, a pair of brothers and sisters from the East came to the school. The handsome guy from the East actually proposed to duel with Close on the first day!"

"Close? That Malfoy's eldest son, Close?"

"Who else could there be if it wasn't that arrogant and domineering hereditary baron?"

"Where is the duel? Hurry up and don't know who wins or loses, this is a good show that cannot be missed!"

The news that Chang Hao was about to duel with Cross quickly swept through Hogwarts like a hurricane. Both the freshmen and the old students put down their things at this moment and rushed towards the duel at Gryffindor College. The teachers of the college did not dare to stop it as soon as they knew about this. After all, the brother and sister were personally told by the Duke of the Royal Family, and their identities were not something they could make easy. When the teachers reported this to the school board, a long time had passed.

The huge duel was surrounded by crowds, and the students stared at Chang Hao and Chang Ge with interest. After all, the two postures from the far east were indeed amazing. Unfortunately, handsome and beautiful are not the bargaining chips that can control victory in the duel. Although Close is arrogant and domineering and many people don’t like him, this guy does have two tricks in his talent for practicing magic, which is unquestionable.

Chang Hao stood on this side of the duel, more than two hundred meters away from the other side. He stood there straight, like a sharp sword unsheathed, looking ahead calmly.

As the saying goes, no unprepared battles. Since Chang Hao took the initiative to fight against Close, he naturally did his homework in advance. Regarding the hereditary baron's majoring in magic, Emilia, who was angry, had already told him everything.

Cross's hanging blonde hair covered half of his face. He shook his wide mage robe, a magic wand taken from the essence of a century-old walnut, raised his head and tapped it one after another. The syllable spell blurted out. The sky above the sunny duel was soon covered by dark clouds, and for a moment, the sound of lightning and thunder sounded into his ears.

"The magic that calls for lightning, if it were on Jiuzhou, it should be the thunder-type magic that the sword spirit mentioned." The whistling wind around stopped for a moment, and Chang Hao's aura suddenly changed. A crystal-clear sword appeared in his hand without any warning. All the students watching were stunned for a moment, not understanding how the sword appeared. Are the magic of the East so magical?

Klos suddenly waved his wand, and the lightning hidden in the thunder cloud seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance. He pulled out more than a dozen thumb-sized lightning bolts in the sky, like a twisting snake, roaring straight to Chang Hao's face!

At the same time, Chang Hao also moved.

The sound of footsteps trampling on the earth clearly reached everyone's ears, and then the sound turned into the sound of swords. The feeling was as if countless swords were slashing through the ears and gathering together. It was very harsh when you first heard it, but it was magnificent when you heard it again.

This is the compulsory exercise of every Qingyun Sword Cultivator thousands of years ago, the sword step.

Chang Hao crashed into the lightning bush amid the screams of countless students. When his body was agile, he could always avoid it in time before the lightning struck him. The Yuehong Sword in his hand was forged by any material, and he could not be damaged even if he resisted lightning.

"Okay, we know, we won't interfere with that person."

In the dean's office on the top floor of Gefinlando College, an old man with a white beard that could hang to his chest put down his phone and smiled and waved his hands to the worried teachers in front of him: "There is news from the royal family, so we don't have to interfere in Mr. Chang Hao's private affairs."

"Dean...that young Mr. Chang and his sister are really the direct descendants of the Oriental Emperor thousands of years ago?" A teacher was still a little disbelief.

"It's true that it's our honor to be here." The old dean walked to the window and could see the duel from here directly. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that the eldest son of the Malfoy family always holds his own baron status and always provokes Emilia. If Emilia hadn't been kind, she would have moved out the Oroin family behind her directly, and she would have made the Malfoy family lonely. Recently, there is a saying in the East that is well said, it's simply a big roc spreading its wings on the edge of death. This time he kicked the iron plate that could not be more iron, and it was a self-destruction."

The old dean waved his hand, "The adult from the Oroin family may come here recently, so you can prepare in advance."

The teachers were so shocked when they heard this, they obviously knew who that adult was, and they all withdrew from the dean's office with their own thoughts.

Close is sweating all over now.

Although the chain lightning magic he used was only in the primary stage, this kind of magic that consumed extra mental power was very few among senior students. Before, he could make the other party frightened every time he used this trick, but this time it was different.

This man from the far east was like a loach. He could cross a long distance with a few interlaced feet. The chain of lightning could never touch a hair of his sweat. Especially the sword in his hand, every time he waved it, it made him tremble involuntarily.

The distance between two hundred meters was broken through half, and he could no longer calm down.

"I am the eldest son of the Malfoy family, the youngest hereditary baron, the genius student of Hogwarts. I will lose to an unknown man from the East? It is absolutely impossible!" Vanity made Clos lose his previous graceful demeanor. He could not imagine how he would raise his head in front of other students and followers in the future if he lost.

The Malfoy family has never sympathized with the weak.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the distance, and Chang Hao, who had slashed the thunder in his sword, finally narrowed his eyes.

"Finally there are some tricks that can attract attention."

Eastern practitioners have been considering spiritual power since ancient times, while Western practitioners have followed elements. Although they have taken different paths and practice methods, the world's gameplay has the same end. Things that can be explained by elements can be used, and spiritual power can be used.

The spell shouted in Cross's mouth was much more complicated than before. He had a few electric arcs around him. The thunder clouds in the sky were brewing far more than the previous offensive. The wand in his hand began to appear with cracks visible to the naked eye, but he did not hesitate.

That is the middle-level thunder magic, with thunder shining.

Chang Hao began to drag his sword and ran, his aura was like a rainbow and a hundred meters in a flash. He pulled out a series of unreal afterimages behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he forced three feet in front of Klos!

The sound of gasping in and out of the duel floor sounded, and even the old dean of Gryffindor widened his eyes at this time. What was that terrifying speed? Even he could not see the pace of the young man stepping clearly.

The old dean knew very well that speed was relative, and explosive speed meant that huge force would be generated at the same time. If Chang Hao himself did not have an extremely strong body, then the force would tear him into pieces at the moment of explosion.

The old dean sighed. From professors to freshmen, Hogwarts was all devoted to magic research, which made them relatively weak and could not achieve the "cultivation of self-cultivation" advocated by Eastern practitioners in ancient times. It is still not as good as today.

"Young people today are so terrifying." The old dean sighed again.

Klos didn't know how to describe his mood at that time. A living person teleported a hundred meters away from him without any magic, which scared the baron almost threw away the wand in his hand. But he quickly gritted his teeth, and the spell of the lightning shining light had been completed. This time, the light column with a thick baby's arm roared and slashed down on his head!

If it was a life-and-death battle, Chang Hao could kill Close more than a dozen times now. A touch of blue was wiped by. Close felt a lighter in his hand, and the expensive wand had turned into two pieces. Then he saw a shocking scene.

The peer from the East actually blew his sword and jumped up toward the thunder!

The sword steps were everywhere under his feet, and the world in front of Chang Hao was only the size of a needle tip. The only thing he could see clearly was the sword in his hand and the thunder, which he shouted lightly.

"Yan Return."

The Yuehong Sword cut through the trajectory of the wind, and the graceful arc was like a flying swallow slashing the sky, cutting off the golden thunder falling from the sky. The scattered sword energy blew away the dark clouds in the sky, and the sunlight shone on Hogwarts again, like a miracle.

After a long silence, the duel suddenly burst into deafening applause and cheers. Each of them was impressed by the back standing with a sword.

The old dean who was watching the battle on the top floor smiled with relief and turned around and left.

Emilia and Chang Ge clapped hard, and even slapped their palms red.

Klos fell to the ground powerlessly, and he knew that he had lost, completely.
Chapter completed!