Seeing me put on the last piece of equipment, Karl on the opposite side couldn't help shouting: "What's going on with the equipment you got?"
"Since you are a sparring partner, you should act like a sparring partner. I will use all my strength to practice with you." I tried the toughness of the bow string and said.
"Aren't you a warrior?" Karl, standing far away, pointed at the bow in my hand and said. "What's going on with this bow?"
"Who told you I'm a warrior?" I took out an arrow and put it on my bow, pointing the arrow diagonally downward, and said, "I'm obviously an archer."
"This is not what we promised!" Carl, who looked a little broken, shouted loudly.
"When did we agree on this? Let's start quickly. I'm in a hurry." After saying that, I drew my bow and aimed at Karl on the opposite side, and waited for Mike, as the referee, to give the start signal.
"No, I give up!" Karl shouted loudly.
"The sparring fee is one gold coin plus a gold coin bonus. Thank you for your patronage." Although he said this, the arrow was still locked on Karl.
"We haven't started yet!" Carl pointed angrily at me.
I silently stretched the bowstring a little.
"No, no, no, I'll give you money!" Forced by the threat of force, Karl had to compromise.
"You vampire." Karl looked at me speechlessly.
"Don't worry, even if I'm a vampire, I'm still a vampire with principles." I happily put the two gold coins into my purse and said.
Mike took over the previously signed contract.
"Let's sign a new contract. You can't use bows and arrows as weapons." Mike handed the contract to me and said.
Considering that these two people are currently his employers, we revised the contract again.
Under the rules of the arena, what ordinary magicians are most afraid of encountering are archers.
Because before the game starts, no blessing magic is allowed.
After the game begins, no matter how fast the magician prepares his magic, will it still be faster than the sharp arrow that leaves the string?
Unless this magician can cast magic instantly, grant himself a magic shield or some other magic, he will definitely end up being killed instantly.
Of course, if the magician reacts quickly enough and is physically fit enough, he can choose to avoid the flying arrows.
But according to Teacher Lewis, few magicians can move and gather magic elements to prepare magic at the same time.
After dodging at the beginning, on such a training ground with no bunkers, you will be driven to a dead end by arrow after arrow, and failure is only a matter of time.
It didn't look like these two people could move and cast spells.
Therefore, it is inevitable to modify the contract, unless they are so stupid that they want to test whether they can prepare magic faster or my arrows are faster.
After changing the contract again, Karl and I returned to the training ground just now.
"I must earn back the two gold coins I just earned." Carl looked at me with evil intentions.
"Maybe you'll have to cry and shout to surrender again later." I looked at Karl with interest, who had already thrown away the pads.
"start!"
With Mike's loud announcement, the training match officially began.
As the game started, Karl on the opposite side began to sing magic.
Judging from the spell Xing sang, it seemed to be a wind-based acceleration spell.
interesting.
According to instructor Lewis, a skilled wind magician would not need more than 2 seconds to apply the acceleration spell on himself.
Judging from the length of the field, it is impossible for me to sprint over a distance of more than 100 meters in less than 2 seconds.
It seems that he plans to use the wind acceleration technique to increase his speed first, and then deal with me.
Let's not talk about whether it is appropriate for a magician to compete with me for speed. Are you sure that the acceleration magic can exhaust my physical strength before it disappears?
Besides, why should I choose to compete with you for speed?
In the surprised eyes of Karl, who was singing acceleration magic, I moved my hand, and a "magic missile" condensed on my fingertips.
With a thought, the magic missiles shot out rapidly traced a blue trajectory and flew towards Karl.
The magic was interrupted by the "magic missile" and the backlash from the wind-based acceleration spell, or it was better to terminate the magic, give up the magic power to activate the acceleration spell, and then dodge. Karl had no choice but to choose the latter.
Karl turned sideways, and the magic missile flew past his body.
Looking back, Karl, who was about to use the gap between the magic missiles to launch a magic counterattack, saw the second magic missile approaching.
"This is not magic!!!"
Amidst Karl's screams, which were full of surprise, anger, helplessness, and confusion, the magic missile hit Karl's head.
Karl, who was hit, flew less than a meter away and lay on his side on the ground, twitching slightly.
You won't be beaten to death, right?
How is that possible!
He obviously still has more than half of his health bar, so what is this, pretending to be dead?
I tilted my head and looked at Mike, the referee, doubtfully.
Mike entered the training ground, kicked Karl who was lying on the ground, looked at Karl who turned over and was face up, and said to me: "You win."
What, you were defeated?
I walked up and took a look at Karl lying on the ground, and I shrugged helplessly.
Well, this guy is really unlucky.
I have also seen Teacher Lewis's magic missiles, which basically rely on incompatible attributes of magic to cause damage.
But my magic missile didn't know whether it was due to system failure or something else. In addition to magic damage, it also brought some physical damage.
Although the damage is not particularly high, it is only slightly higher than the damage of stones thrown by ordinary people.
But as a magician with a fragile system, this time it was considered a bit of a shock, and Karl was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.
After some treatment from Mike (well, just holding his collar with one hand and slapping his face with the other), Carl woke up.
After glancing at Mike who had "awakened" him faintly, he looked at me angrily: "You're cheating!"
"You're so fucked for two gold coins." I glanced at Karl, who was still half lying on the ground. "If you lose, you lose, and you're still making excuses."
"You just hit me on the head with something, right?" Karl, who was despised by me, said angrily.
Well, I also sprayed saliva on Mike's face.
Mike directly threw Karl, who was lying in his arms, to the ground.
"Your eye saw me throwing something. It's obviously a magic missile, okay?" I looked at Karl and said after condensing a magic missile in my palm.
"When can magic missiles be prepared so quickly?" Karl said, looking at me with an expression like "You're lying to me." "Magic missiles don't feel like being hit by a stone."
"A child who refuses to accept reality." I shook my head.
Continuously condense and release 5 "magic missiles", hitting the ground next to Karl.
The whole process was extremely fast, and it took less than 3 seconds for the five magic missiles to be released.
The ground that hit the same spot continuously had a dent in it, which seemed to be caused by some kind of impact.
Under the surprised gazes of the two people, I pretended to blow on my right index finger: "Do you want to learn? I only need one thousand gold coins."
What, system skills cannot be taught?
It seems like oh, then just fool them.
At worst, just say that people's talents are different, hehe.
ps: I searched online and found the method of making a nuclear bomb--!
