The World Of Deities Chapter 59

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The teachers from both schools nodded their heads slightly when they heard the conversation. Even though they did not like the other school, they were pleased to see that there were such exceptional students in Athens.

The elite students from both schools also revealed looks of approval. Some of the n.o.bles even wanted to get to know Su Ye.

Only Niedern had a look of frustration. He thought in his heart, “Oh Basaro, you are still too young, how could you blame me? Do you know why Su Ye would say that? Someone else might not understand, but I know all too well! Su Ye is praising you so that you will feel embarra.s.sed to exact revenge on him after he wins and takes away your magic ring! At the same time, he is preventing you from humiliating him should he lose. Why don't you think about it? You wagered your magic ring, but what did Su Ye wager? His reputation? Even if he loses, he is still the victor of the contest between Mage Apprentices!”

The two parties stood ten meters apart and bowed slightly.

The officiant squeezed the black trumpet flower and released it for the third time.

The piercing ring spread throughout the surroundings.

This time, Su Ye and Basaro pointed at each other at the same time and recited “Magic Rope” in unison.

The p.r.o.nunciation sounded completely different for the people who did not know this incantation.

“Sikeni!”

The warriors and mages who had large amounts of battle experience from both camps foresaw the winner at the instant both the contestants extended their fingers.

The experienced people from the n.o.ble Academy either covered their faces with their hands or shook their heads gently.

The battle-hardened people from the Plato Academy were either incredibly surprised or extremely pleased.

That was because all of the experienced people keenly noticed two of Su Ye's unique points.

The first was that Su Ye's p.r.o.nunciation was extremely accurate. Furthermore, the movement of Magic Power around Su Ye was now slower than Basaro's.

This meant that, at least in terms of casting speed, both of them were similar. This further meant that the Magic Array of Su Ye's Magic Rope was incredibly sophisticated. It might even be more developed than Basaro's.

The second unique point was that Su Ye had pointed his finger toward Basaro's neck.

On the other hand, Basaro was pointing toward Su Ye's stomach.

A little after two seconds later, the rope on Basaro's waist was the first to move. The rope on Su Ye's waist also started to move a split second later.

The Magic Rope of both parties leaped into the air at the same time. They were like two magic snakes who had grown wings to fly at their opponents.

The two Magic Ropes brushed past each other in midair and flew toward the other party.

In the blink of an eye, Basaro's Magic Rope landed on Su Ye's body and quickly elongated. It then quickly coiled around Su Ye's feet like a living object, which caused Su Ye to lose his balance and fall onto the gra.s.s after stumbling for a moment.

Basaro's Magic Rope was extremely tight and had a more elegant appearance. He had obviously practiced the spell many times and could, to a large extent, prevent anyone from escaping.

Su Ye had never considered the appearance of the spell.

Under the looks of disbelief of the people present, Su Ye's Magic Rope coiled repeatedly around Basaro's neck. It strangled his neck like a living python.

“Urgh…”

Basaro opened his mouth wide and tried his hardest to breathe. However, his neck was being strangled shut, and the rope was getting tighter by the second. His face quickly turned red, then purple.

Basaro howled in pain as he tried desperately to pry off the Magic Rope with his hands.

Su Ye was lying down elegantly on the ground and admired Basaro's struggle.

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An ordinary person could easily hold their breath for over a minute if they did it deliberately.

However, Basaro was strangled suddenly, and he was both fl.u.s.tered and desperately tugging on the rope. This greatly increased his use of oxygen. In just over ten seconds, his vision turned blurry, and he fell onto the ground.

At this moment, he was no longer tugging on the Magic Rope. Instead, his hands were balled tightly into fists. He raised his arms with all his might, preventing them from touching the ground.

His feet were frantically digging into the soil. He seemed to be howling with every piece of mud he kicked up.

Su Ye suddenly shouted, “Can the judge make the announcement immediately. I do not wish to continue attacking such a respectable opponent.”

The mage responsible for judging the contest immediately looked at Basaro's teacher.

Basaro's teacher nodded his head in frustration.

The judge immediately said, “Su Ye is victorious!”

Su Ye heaved a sigh of relief. He moved his finger and released the Magic Rope spell.

The rope around Basaro's neck quickly slithered through the gra.s.s and back onto Su Ye's waist like a long snake.

Basaro's arms never touched the ground.

There were many ways of admitting defeat in the rules of the contest.

One of them was that a person could tap on the ground twice with their hand if they were rendered unable to speak.

Basaro would rather be strangled unconscious by the Magic Rope than choose to admit defeat.

Basaro looked up at the sky and gulped for air. He gently moved his finger and released his Magic Rope.

Su Ye stood up and walked to Basaro's side. He extended his arm and smiled, “We are all Athenians. We all respect warriors who never give up.”

Basaro froze for a moment. He hesitated for a few seconds before extending his right hand.

Su Ye pulled Basaro up, then looked at him. He hit Basaro's right shoulder gently with his own, then softly patted Basaro's back with his left hand.

This was originally a gesture used within the Greek army but has since become a gesture that represented camaraderie.

“Thank you for allowing me to preserve my reputation,” Basaro said.

“No, it was your determination,” Su Ye replied sincerely.

“We can have another contest when you reach black iron. I now know that you like to strangle people!” Basaro laughed. He had no regrets. Instead, he felt extremely good. He turned to leave.

Cheers immediately spread from both camps.

Some cheered for Su Ye, some cheered for Basaro, and others cheered for their att.i.tudes.

Su Ye looked toward the n.o.ble Academy and bowed slightly. He placed his arm on his chest and bowed as a gesture of respect. He then turned around and walked toward the Plato Academy's camp.

Some of the n.o.bles suddenly noticed that Su Ye had a more n.o.ble-like demeanor than the majority of the students at the n.o.ble Academy when they saw this scene.

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“Go and check up on that person. See if he's an illegitimate son of a n.o.ble.”

“If it is possible, invite him to the n.o.ble Academy.”

“He is more pleasing to the eye than Plato and the rest.”

The teachers from the n.o.ble Academy picked up their spellbooks and quickly exchanged their opinions.

The students from the Plato Academy looked at Su Ye, confused. They realized that Su Ye's manners and actions were more elegant than that of a n.o.ble. Compared to him, everyone was like a barbarian.

However, the Plato Academy had finally put a stop to their consecutive years of defeat.

All of the students shouted Su Ye's name in their excitement.

Hort had the loudest voice.

Even the usually reserved straight-A student was cheering his heart out.

Jimmy was whistling manically.

Ebert had a look of disregard as he muttered softly to himself.

On the rooftop of the library not far away, Rolon left out a soft sigh as he said, “I misjudged him.”

After he spoke, Rolon walked down from the roof with his long sword and spear in hand. He had just taken a few steps when a look of frustration surfaced on his face again. He unwillingly turned back and said softly, “Princess, I'll take my leave first.”

Palos did not turn to look at Rolon. She only nodded slightly.

Rolon turned to leave in frustration. He thought in his heart, “This princess is as cold as the rumors have said. There's finally a person who's colder than me in our cla.s.s.”

Hutton stood with the group. He looked at Su Ye, then glanced at Basaro. He involuntarily shed tears of regret.

“If I had been more intelligent when Su Ye first extended his hand to me, I would not have been beaten up like that when he reached his hand out to me the second time…” Hutton felt the sadness well up within him as he thought. His tears fell like a gushing river.

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