The Final Round I

Merlin raised his head toward the sky. He felt a solid gaze watching him, scanning through every part of his body until there were no secrets left behind.

"Seventh-level Spell Caster!"

Merlin held his fist tightly. He knew the gaze was coming from a Seventh-level Spell Caster. Even though being so far away, the other party's stare still felt very intense.

This glare lingered on him for a brief while, and Merlin heaved a sigh of relief when it was finally lifted off.

"I've revealed my identity as a Six-Elemental Spell Caster, maybe I'll be noticed by these Seventh-level Spell Casters!"

Merlin murmured to himself. He had braved his nerves to release numerous spells at once in order to crumple Wizard Neil not only on Wizard Holmes's behalf but mostly to showcase his skills to the Seventh-level Spell Casters that were high up in the towers.