Chapitre 354: I Need A Mask...!?

A group of Krum's close companions, equally irritated by the situation, prepared to cast their spells. They surrounded Kent, their wands and staffs glowing with energy. 

Jean, still entranced by Kent, tried to intervene. "Krum, stop this! You don't know what you're doing!" she cried out, but her words fell on deaf ears. 

Krum sneered, his eyes filled with determination. "He's just sitting there, doing nothing. Let's see how he handles a real attack."

 As the disciples launched their coordinated assault, a dazzling array of spells hurtled towards Kent. However, the divine disc circulating around Kent, like a protective barrier around him. Each spell was absorbed and then redirected back to its caster with twice the intensity. 

The attackers were thrown back, their own spells turning against them. The force of the counterattack left them sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.