I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Clearly, no one opposed his role as leader of the alliance, yet he still chose to provoke others. This left them concerned about whether Medro Cep would stir up trouble in the future.

Even Koreya Cep\'s lips twitched slightly, his expression shifting for the first time.

Dean Bruce was not someone who would simply take insults lying down. Sensing Medro Cep\'s challenging gaze, he couldn\'t help but chuckle, "If the position of leader is to be held by someone powerful, it seems you won\'t even get a chance! Your father and your elders—how many of them are weaker than you?"

Medro Cep faltered at this remark, while the crowd couldn\'t help but laugh, making his face turn even redder.

"Enough!" Medro Cep snapped through gritted teeth. "They are important figures with more significant matters to attend to. Who has the time to take on the responsibilities of a leader?"

"When I said the leader should be someone strong, I was referring to us younger generations!"

"Oh, I didn\'t realize you had such self-awareness, knowing you\'re weak. It seems you\'ve excluded anyone older and stronger than you from consideration!" The sarcasm in Dean Bruce\'s words was unmistakable, and it brought a sense of satisfaction to the crowd.

Having been nearly suffocated by Koreya Cep\'s authority earlier, they were now ready to cheer for Dean Bruce as they witnessed Medro Cep falter.

Medro Cep was already filled with rage toward Dean Bruce, and after being ridiculed, along with all his previous grievances, he could no longer contain himself. He said in a low voice, "Is that all you can do—talk back? If you have a problem with me, then let\'s settle it with a fight!"

"If you can defeat me, I\'ll gladly hand over the position of leader to you!"

"I want to see what kind of strength you have to deserve the Temple of Wisdom\'s saintess!"

"..."

The room erupted in shock, and Koreya Cep\'s brow furrowed in disappointment.

He could accept that his son was reckless, but he could not tolerate someone who would lose their composure over a woman!

Before Dean Bruce could respond, Nicholas William suddenly stood up, smiling, "You want to challenge my teacher? You\'ll have to get through me first!"

"Hmm? Your teacher?"

Everyone, except for the Jones family members, was taken aback.

Those invited to the banquet, even if they didn\'t know each other, had been introduced before it started. They were well aware of Nicholas William\'s identity, especially that he had a sister who served as an elder in the Nine Provinces Alliance—a position of great importance. If he was her student, his strength must be formidable.

Medro Cep narrowed his eyes, sizing up Nicholas William, and coldly replied, "With your weak abilities, you think you can challenge me? Out of respect for your sister, I\'ll pretend I didn\'t hear that. Just step aside!"

"Hahaha, didn\'t you say that the younger generation should compete? We should match our levels to truly reflect our skills!"

Nicholas William wasn\'t foolish; he quickly retorted, "Are you really afraid of a low-ranking Novice Mage like me?"

"Shut up!" Medro Cep nearly ground his teeth as he said, "Fine, since you want to stand up for that... so-called teacher of yours, today, I\'ll give you a proper lesson on behalf of your sister!"

"You want to suppress levels? Don\'t worry, I\'ll only use Novice Mage\'s magic to cast spells!"

It must be said, using provocation against someone as proud and self-assured as Medro Cep was remarkably effective.

He knew he shouldn\'t antagonize the William family, but in the heat of the moment, his anger was hard to contain.

As Nicholas William jumped into the courtyard, raising a wooden staff high, Medro Cep didn\'t hold back. He leaped forward, drawing his sword as he landed, its blade shimmering with a pale blue light, as if water were flowing over it.

"O spirits of fire, who dwell between heaven and earth, unleash your blazing power and turn all enemies before me to ashes! Inferno Sphere, ignite!"

Nicholas William didn\'t launch a high-level spell immediately. Although he was young and had seen little combat, he had been trained by an elder and understood some tactics.

He planned to feign weakness first, waiting for his opponent to lower their guard before activating a high-level spell for a chance at a decisive strike.

Boom—

A searing blaze erupted as Nicholas William chanted, quickly transforming into three fireballs that streaked through the sky, hurtling toward Medro Cep amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

"Such trivial skills! Just an advanced spell, and it\'s so slow. It\'s obvious your magic isn\'t solid. If it weren\'t for your sister, I wouldn\'t even bother watching you cast,"

Medro Cep mocked, showing no concern for the three fireballs as he strolled leisurely across the open space.

Buzz—

It was only when the fireballs were about to land that Medro Cep swung his sword. A pale blue sword aura emerged, transforming into a water barrier that collided with the fireballs.

Pfft—

In an instant, a thick white mist surged up, quickly spreading in all directions and enveloping both Medro Cep and Nicholas William, obscuring the view of the spectators.

Medro Cep\'s voice slowly emerged from the mist, "Is this all you\'ve got? What exactly did your teacher teach you?"

"Sword Aura... Spiral!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a chilling sword aura erupted, dispersing the white mist. Medro Cep gripped the sword hilt, preparing to charge forward.

However, as the smoke cleared, Medro Cep froze in place.

Nicholas William had vanished!

Medro Cep instinctively looked up, suddenly recalling that Nicholas William was too low in rank to fly. He quickly turned, only to be met by a stream of black water.

Nicholas William\'s voice rang out, "This water is darker than ink, flowing relentlessly. I see many souls covered in mud, angrily fighting and tearing each other apart, their bodies mangled!"

Hearing the strange incantation, Medro Cep hesitated, his magic faltering. He swung his sword, unleashing a pale blue sword aura in an attempt to sever the black water.

But a high-level spell is not so easily countered.

In an instant, the black water flowed along the sword, cascading over Medro Cep\'s body. The magic effect triggered before he could cast any spells, leaving him frozen in place, his body trembling.

An ethereal soul emerged from within Medro Cep.

Unlike before, this ghostly figure made no movements, simply hovering in the air.

It couldn\'t be helped; when he comprehended this magic, he understood it as a group effect. With only one person affected, the soul would naturally remain still.

Noticing this, Nicholas William couldn\'t help but furrow his brow. However, he hadn\'t expected this magic to inflict any substantial harm on Medro Cep.

Taking a deep breath, and seizing the opportunity while Medro Cep was immobilized, Nicholas William waved his staff again and called out loudly, "Sleeping is borrowing from death; the longer you sleep, the longer your repayment period!"

A faint magical energy began to gather around Nicholas William, leaving everyone astonished.

With two consecutive spells that were so peculiar, they all wondered what kind of special magic this could be.

Purple shadows flickered and swiftly entered Medro Cep\'s body. With a loud "bang," his body collapsed to the ground, and even the ethereal soul dissipated.

Seeing Medro Cep lying motionless, his skin appearing shriveled, the spectators couldn\'t help but show their surprise.

To cast such an effect at the Novice Mage stage was truly astonishing!

"Hmm?"

"Is life energy fading away?"

"This... this is the fluctuation of a high-level spell!"

Even Coreia Cep and the others jumped up, displaying looks of shock. They had sensed something was off the moment The Interrogation of the Soul was cast, but they couldn\'t believe that a Novice Mage could achieve such a feat.

Only when they felt the fluctuations from two consecutive high-level spells did they dare to confirm it!

In an instant, their gazes turned to Dean Bruce, as they clearly remembered that he was Nicholas William\'s teacher.

They were left in awe, wondering just what kind of power Dean Bruce possessed.

Even Jennier William curiously regarded Dean Bruce.

"Phew... this magic is undoubtedly a high-level spell, and it\'s even among the best! It\'s almost touching upon Ultra-High-Level spell!" the young Claire Raymond said with a cold glint in her eyes. "These are all unregistered spells with the Magic Guild; it seems that this guy has quite the background!"

"Medro\'s life force is rapidly depleting, Jennier, aren\'t you going to do something? After all, he is your subordinate!" Spree Budd chuckled. "Your William family is quite interesting; despite nearing decline, you\'ve produced two geniuses back to back. Once your brother\'s strength increases, he\'ll make a name for himself with just these two spells!"