Medellin was stunned when he heard this: "Who are you lying to?"
"This is a secret..." Lin Li smiled and did not continue to talk about this topic. He just said with a smile: "Anyway, don't worry, I really didn't mean to let you do it."
"Really?" Medellin glanced at him dubiously, and finally chose to believe this statement. After all, other than that, he really couldn't think of any reason for the other party to let go, just to save face for himself? Are you kidding me?
...Medellin knows this kid too well, and with his character, he would never do such a kind thing.
"Of course it's true!" Lin Li looked serious.
"Forget it, it's useless to ask you." Medellin stared at him for a long time, and finally shook his head and gave up the intention of continuing to ask questions. Anyway, nothing that came out of this kid's mouth was true.
, even if he says that the sun rises from the east, he is probably secretly thinking about how to get the sun to the west.
Damn it, none of the magicians from Garros are good!
Medellin cursed fiercely in his heart, and when he looked at Ma Sen and Ou Ling, his eyes were like a big bad wolf staring at the little white rabbit.
"You...what are you doing!" When Medellin looked at him like this, Mason felt a little guilty.
"Boy, I heard that you seem to have broken through the realm of the magician?" Medellin looked like a kind elder with a kind smile on his face: "Not bad, young man, better than your unsatisfactory uncle.
Lis is much better."
"Praise, praise, it's all because of your good teaching..." Medellin's praise made Ma Sen a little flattered, so much so that even a shameless person like him couldn't help but say a few words of humility, just saying it on his lips
Although he was modest, he couldn't hide the proud smile on his face.
"Well, I think so too." Medellin nodded and said shamelessly: "It seems that I am a pretty good mentor. Let's do this, Magister Mason. It's still early today anyway.
How about I just give you some pointers?"
"..." The smile on Mason's face suddenly froze. He really wanted to slap himself in the face, make you talk nonsense, make you flatter, and now it will cause trouble...
Damn, it’s over now…
This old guy had just suffered a big loss at the hands of Feyre. How could he let him vent his anger on him if he fell into his hands?
Mason is really ready to die now. He is not a monster like Feyre. If he falls into the hands of Medellin, he will be nakedly abused. In addition, this old guy is getting angry again. After all the abuse, he will be able to survive.
Half life is considered good luck...
"What?" Seeing Ma Sen dawdling there, Medellin felt a little unhappy: "Does Magister Ma Sen think I am not qualified to give you advice?"
"No, no, no..." The old guy said these words and almost scared the soul of Ma Sen. He was the most powerful magician. Even if he was given a hundred courages, Ma Sen would not dare to say anything about him.
I'm not qualified to give guidance to myself...
Mason was so anxious that he didn't even think about how he would be abused, so he just walked over.
"I will definitely give you good guidance..." Medellin said through gritted teeth.
"..."
This was a battle without any suspense. Although Medellin once again suppressed his own power, it was still effortless to deal with Magister Mason. He only used a magic feedback to completely master the entire process.
The rhythm of the battle meant that if he wanted to, he could easily knock down Magister Masson at any time.
But with the old guy's dark psychology, how could he be willing to end it so soon?
Abused again and again, tortured again and again, each time he stopped just when Mason was about to lose. This cat and mouse game is extremely childish, but Medellin, who is a lot of age, plays it to the fullest.
Happy.
Not to mention the tortured Ma Sen, even the two spectators on the side couldn't help but doze off.
Lin Li took a few glances and then lost interest in this cat and mouse game.
So much so that in the end, he didn't even pay attention to what these two boring guys, one old and one young, did, because all his thoughts were focused on the previous battle. A person of Medellin's level,
Once forced to use all his abilities, it is undoubtedly a very scary thing. Every detail and every skill is worthy of Lin Li's careful study.
The entire battle process flashed through Lin Li's mind over and over again. Every spell cast by both sides was separated by him and compared repeatedly. Almost every comparison made Lin Li sigh with emotion at the power of Medellin. This old guy was worthy of being
A figure who is close to the legendary level. The skills he displayed in this battle can be described as flawless. If it weren't for the fact that he made a huge mistake at the beginning, if it weren't for the fact that his mental power was different from
For ordinary people, most of the time the loser should be themselves.
How can the experience accumulated over decades be explained clearly in one sentence? An old monster like Medellin casts spells purely by instinct, without any need for thinking or measurement. All he has to do is control the magic power.
As for what magic should be released, I am afraid that even Medellin himself has not thought about it. It is purely a subconscious behavior.
Do the most appropriate thing at the most appropriate time.
This is Lin Li's summary of the previous battle.
For a magician, this is probably the most ideal state.
Lin Li knew that he was still far away from this state.
Although in the eyes of outsiders, Lin Li's spellcasting speed is no slower than Medellin's, and his response to various situations is equally reasonable. In many cases, he can even unleash some clever tricks that seem to be unconstrained, the kind of battle that is full of entertainment.
This method made all the hundreds of magicians in the guild hall hooked.
But I am afraid that only Lin Li himself knows that the reason why he has reached such a level is purely due to his mental strength that is far beyond ordinary people.
It is precisely because of the support of that kind of abnormal mental power that he can risk the backlash of magic power, compress the time of chanting spells to the maximum extent, and be able to devote at least half of his attention to analyzing every change in the battle, and
Figure out the most appropriate response.
One is interesting, the other is unintentional. After comparing the two, it is natural to make a judgment.
However, Lin Li was not discouraged because he knew that one day he would be able to reach that near-ideal state.
It is actually not difficult to achieve this state. To sum it up, it is nothing more than the word "repetition". Repeated practice and repeated fighting, through countless repetitions, turn magic into a habit and instinct.
Lin Li was no stranger to this feeling.
Just like the various professions he is proficient in, once it reaches a certain level, it will naturally become an instinct, such as medicine. Lin Li has not sorted out the formulas he has mastered for a long time. He has even forgotten
He didn't know how many formulas he had mastered, but once he started to prepare medicines, he could clearly know how many herbs to use and what temperature to use. This was often the case. He didn't need to think about it at all and just put his hands on it.
As soon as the Ring of Endless Storm was stretched out, the herbs needed for a bottle of potion came out.
Not just potions, but also forging and alchemy with inscriptions.
This is probably the so-called close skill...
He had to admit that the benefits this battle brought to Lin Li far exceeded his expectations. This benefit could not directly improve his strength, but it could point Lin Li in the right direction.
"Boom!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound. Lin Li looked up with a bit of confusion, and suddenly realized that Medellin's instructions to Ma Sen... or in other words, the abuse, had ended.
The old guy was really bored. After playing enough of the cat and mouse game, he still refused to let go of Ma Sen. The last thing he used to end the battle was mud magic and blindness, leaving Ma Sen in the dark in the middle of the mud.
Thumping and yelling...
"..." Lin Li rolled his eyes. This old guy was indeed too boring.
"By the way Feyre, didn't you say you were going to the Omniscient Tower?" At this moment, Ouling suddenly asked.
"When did I..." Lin Li looked confused, thinking when did I say that I was going to the Omniscient Tower, but just halfway through the sentence, he suddenly understood and hurriedly swallowed the second half of the sentence.
He went back and changed his words: "Yes, yes, how about it, are you free?"
"I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll just accompany you there once."
"Then let's go together."
The two of them were talking nonsense with serious faces, and even Masen, who was blind, couldn't listen anymore: "Hey, you two, wait for me!"
"Get out of here..." After some abuse, Medellin finally felt a little better. While releasing a dispelling magic to lift Mason's blindness, he said to Lin Li: "But don't forget, the day after tomorrow
You have to go to the Apothecaries Guild."
"I know..." Lin Li nodded. Even if Medellin didn't remind him, he would still remember this. He has been famous for the Pharmacist Guild for a long time. How could he easily go and see it this time?
Miss this opportunity?
The three of them came out of the arena and found that the hall was already full of people.
"What's going on..." Lin Li was startled. He clearly remembered that when he first entered, there were only a few dozen people in the hall. How come hundreds of people crowded in in the blink of an eye?
"I guess they probably want to come and see who did it to the old guy..." Ma Sen whispered next to him.
"Yes." Ou Ling nodded, rarely agreeing with Mason.
"That's not true..." Lin Li swallowed, feeling a little weak.
Then he discovered that Mason was indeed right.
As soon as Lin Li stepped out of the door, all kinds of eyes fell on him. There were envy, admiration, doubts, speculations, and even pointing and whispering, and waves of "buzzing" sounds came in.
In his ears, Lin Li felt like a tiger in a zoo, being judged by a group of tourists.
To be honest, this feeling is very unpleasant...
But no matter how unhappy he was, Lin Li couldn't do anything about them.
It’s just for viewing. You can’t cover your head so that no one can see it, right?
"Please give in..." The only thing Lin Li could do was to bury his head and struggle to squeeze his way through the crowd.
Fortunately, the onlookers were quite cooperative.
When Lin Li walked over, the crowd consciously divided into two sides, clearing a path for him.
However, while a path was being cleared, the discussion about Lin Li never stopped. Although the voice was very small, hundreds of people were whispering together, turning the quiet hall into a bustling city in an instant.
After finally escaping, Lin Li found that the attention he received had not diminished at all. Along the way to the guild hall, every magician Lin Li met seemed to always cast a strange look at him.
"See, this is Feyre from Garos."
"It turns out he is Feyre. I seem to have heard someone say that he even defeated Mr. Medellin. Is it true?"
"Of course it's true. Even though he seems normal now, I heard someone say that when he was fighting Mr. Medellin, he grew three heads and chanted spells at the same time, and his eight arms were holding
Eight staffs, otherwise you think he is so young, how can he defeat Mr. Medellin!"
"Ah, three heads and eight arms, isn't that a Naga?"
"Well, this is a guild secret, you must not let it out..."
"So that's it..."
Such comments reached Lin Li's ears, which really made him wonder whether to cry or laugh.
"It seems that we can't go to the Omniscient Tower..." The three of them walked all the way to the guild hall. Lin Li didn't plan to go to the Omniscient Tower. Even if he thought about it on his knees, he should have thought that the three heads must be talking about it in the Omniscient Tower now.
The eight-armed self is simply making myself uncomfortable by sending him to my door at this time.
"Why don't you go out and hide first, wait for the storm to pass, and then come back. Anyway, it's not like you don't know that these guys are like this. They stay in the guild every day, and they have long been suffocated. If there is any trouble, they will spread it.
The uproar is just like that idiot Mathias last time..."
Mason stopped mid-sentence because he suddenly saw the idiot he was talking about walking towards the guild hall from a distance.
Mathias had actually seen them a long time ago. He had not been out of the Magic Guild all day today. How could he not know about the battle between Lin Li and Medellin?
But compared to other magicians, he was much more surprised.
In his opinion, the guy who was fighting Medellin shouldn't be here at all.
When the picture came from the crystal ball, Mathias was stunned.
He couldn't figure out why this damn Garros hillbilly could still appear in the guild. Didn't he already ask Argus to go to Fire Feather Mountain? He was a real great mage, even if he had to deal with ten trial apprentices.
It's more than enough.
Could it be that even Argus couldn't kill him? Mathias was a little panicked...