Under the night, a group of people quietly disembarked among some rocks and slowly disembarked from the boat.
There was only a tiny bit of light in the sky, and the island was still dark.
Milissa stepped onto the reef first and looked far into the depths of the island. There was only a black rocky mountain on the island, and there was nothing else. Some of the shadows looked dark, deep, and very cold.
"Everyone, please be careful. This place was once the stronghold of a medium-sized wizard organization. There may be many agencies. Please pay attention to each other." Milisa reminded.
The four people behind her jumped between some rocks one after another, and landed on the gravel beach one by one.
The ground is full of fine black stones, and there is almost no yellow sand.
Quezman easily jumped off a rock, and Aini jumped right next to him.
"Although I don't know why Milissa invited you, I hope you can reflect your value in this ruins." Aini smiled and whispered.
"Do you have any objections to me?" Quezman frowned slightly. "Whether I am worthy or not is not your decision, and didn't you yourself find a waste in the gasification stage to join me?"
"I have a lot of confidence in him. I'm sure he won't let me down." Aini smiled mysteriously. "There are no useless people in this team." He walked away directly after saying that.
"Yeah?"
Quezman narrowed his eyes slightly and stood there.
He suddenly turned around and walked back, walking directly in front of Angelet who had just jumped off the rock.
"Grimm Wizard."
Angelet frowned slightly, took a step back, and kept a proper vigilant distance.
"Is something wrong?"
Quezman looked him up and down.
"Wizard Aini has great confidence in you. I would like to see if you are qualified to take a share of this mission." His voice was deep and powerful.
"How about it? How about a duel? Just you and me, one-on-one. Whoever loses will admit that he is a waste and get out of this mission." A cruel smile suddenly appeared on Quezman's face.
Angelet frowned. This Quezman obviously couldn't deal with that Aini, and he seemed to be aroused by Aini, so he came over to provoke him. But now he can't use two major methods, and his metal talent alone may not be enough.
Defeat the opponent. Quezman is a ruthless character who has killed many dark wizards during the liquefaction stage.
Although Angele got a new energy compression theory some time ago. These days in Nola, apart from making energy hearts, he spends all his extra time on that.
After testing, the power of the witchcraft has indeed increased, but the mental energy required for compression has also greatly increased. Approaching the ruins, he does not want to waste mental energy for no reason, and there is no time for him to recover now.
"Not interested." Angelet replied directly and calmly.
"It's just a test, it'll be fine." Aini encouraged with a smile.
"As a dark wizard, how can you back down from a battle?" Old Man Belen also chuckled.
Milissa also stood aside, with a trace of concern in her eyes.
Lispel, on the other hand, still had an indifferent expression on her face, as if she didn't care at all.
After some of the followers on the boat woke up, the followers who came off also went to the beach one after another. The conversation between the two people here also made these followers gradually come closer out of curiosity.
A group of people formed a circle around Angelet and Quezman.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a test. I won't make any heavy moves." Quezman stared at Angelet with his green eyes. "Besides, this is related to qualifications. You are the only one in this team who is in the gasification stage.
If you want to obtain it, you should first show your qualifications that are equal to ours."
He raised his chin slightly, "Of course, you can also choose not to accept it and return to the ship yourself. The harvest this time has nothing to do with you. How about it?"
Quezman looked at Aini on the side with slight provocation.
Angelet immediately understood that his purpose should be to provoke Aini. He did not dare to fight Aini directly. He had to take out his anger on himself. This Quezman seemed to know Aini's details very well.
He looked around, and all the wizards seemed to want to judge his strength through this provocation.
"In that case, let's get started." As soon as Angelet finished speaking, a green spike suddenly rushed towards his chest.
The spikes moved extremely fast, drawing a green line and making a subtle chirping sound in the air.
bite!!
A small silver metal shield automatically appeared in front of Angele. The shiny silver shield surface and the spikes collided hard, sputtering out tiny sparks.
Angele had no time to react before he was sneak-attacked by Quezman.
"Warning!! The enemy's estimated burst data is extremely dangerous, with strength exceeding 20, agility exceeding 15, and constitution exceeding 17. The safe distance for the main body is 15 meters...."
The chip suddenly echoed in Angelet's mind.
Suddenly, he felt like the hairs on his body were standing on end.
Extremely dangerous!!
Over 20 powers.....
Angele only had time to have this thought flash through his mind before he saw the small silver shield in front of him click and be penetrated directly.
The green spikes only slowed down slightly before rushing towards Angelet again.
Taking advantage of this buffer, Angelet stepped back wildly. He touched his hand on his waist. A long black dagger appeared in his hand, and he pointed hard at the tip of the spike.
Click!
The dagger broke again.
laugh!
The spikes flew out from Angelet's left side and suddenly turned into countless green light spots and dissipated.
There was a crash, and Angele felt his leather boots stepping into the cold sea water. Looking up, he realized that the distance between him and Quezman had actually increased by more than ten meters.
He was breathing rapidly, his chest was rising and falling, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
There was silence all around, everyone was shocked by this sneak attack.
With one blow, he easily knocked away a wizard who was in the formal gasification stage for more than ten meters. This kind of power... No one here is weak. Naturally, they can judge from the moment of fighting between the two.
Levels of human power.
Angelet narrowed his eyes and stared at Quezman not far away.
"Far beyond the physical limit of the Great Knight, this Quezman's quality can no longer be regarded as human... Even the phosphorescent giant elephant only has a strength of 8 and a constitution of slightly over 15. Hailan's body in Lennon City
As the best among the great knights, he only has a strength of 8.2... This Quezman is definitely a melee wizard who uses witchcraft to mainly strengthen his physical fitness."
A series of judgments flashed through his mind instantly, but it only lasted a moment on the court.
Quezman looked slightly surprised.
"You actually took one of my blows. Of the wizards I've killed, at least half of them died from the blow just now. It seems like you have a few tricks up your sleeve."
He slowly stretched out his right hand, and from the sleeve of the broad green robe, a silver corrugated scimitar slipped into his hand.
The scimitar is as wide as a forearm, and the silver blade surface is as smooth and clean as a mirror.
hiss.....
A trace of green filamentous airflow slowly surrounds the upper blade.
"Everyone, move away!" Milisa suddenly said.
Everyone present, including the followers, were not ordinary people, and they could feel the cold deathly energy wrapped around the scimitar.
"It is an evil weapon that can only be created after killing too many wizards of the same level, receiving the wizard's resentment and malicious curse that transcends mortals, and then processing it through witchcraft. No wonder your physical fitness is so strong...
." Milisa looked at the scimitar with serious eyes and explained in a low voice.
"As expected of Milissa, you actually know the origin of my scimitar." Quezman smiled, raised the scimitar, and turned it over gently.
Crack!
The wave-shaped scimitar suddenly popped out a blade of the same length from the direction of the handle, and the same silver blade was surrounded by green air.
Quezman gently turned the blade with one hand.
call...
The entire weapon turns into rotating blades like a fan, causing a strong whirring sound.
Angelet felt quite helpless at this time.
In the past, he used physical attacks to suppress others, but now when he encountered a melee wizard who was far superior to him, he realized the threat of being oppressed by powerful physical attacks.
The moment his metal force field talent was penetrated, he hurriedly withdrew it. Fortunately, he compressed his mental power. This compression greatly enhanced the speed at which he could control his mental power.
Just now, when the metal shield was penetrated, he received a warning from the chip and withdrew the mental force field before that. Therefore, the talent was not damaged by the breakthrough.
If the innate force field is broken from the front, the consequences will be the same as those of the two white-robed men he killed back then. It is unlikely that he will be able to fully recover without training for more than half a year. The mental trauma will even make him even slightly injured.
Even stronger witchcraft cannot be released.
It can be said that the innate force field is both the strongest point and the weakest point of wizards.
At this time, facing Quezman, who had a physical constitution of over 17 and could not use his two trump cards, he really felt a huge threat.
"Are you ready?" Kuizman chuckled. He suddenly disappeared on the spot with a scoff, and a small crater instantly exploded in the gravel beach under his feet.
A green shadow suddenly hit Angelet who was more than ten meters away.
Bang!!
The two collided directly with each other, flew five or six meters to the sea, and fell into the sea with a crash.
The cold sea water completely enveloped the two of them and they sank together. A series of bubbles continued to pop up.
Angelet's face was flushed, and the black shadow of the wings on the palm of his left hand was slightly rippled and blurred. Circles of inaudible fluctuations spread silently in the area around him.
His right hand was tightly grasping Quezman's right hand, and the evil scimitar swiped through the side of his waist, just missing enough to cut him in half.
"If it weren't for the hallucination mark, I could use a little hallucination ability at ordinary times, which affected Quezman's attack direction and route. I guess that just now..." Angelet did not continue to think about it.
Quezman's huge strength made it impossible for him to grasp the opponent's right hand.
Streams of silver metal continued to flow along Angele's hand and onto Quezman's right hand, and then quickly solidified layer by layer.
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