Mathias's strength is indeed unfathomable. The fourteenth-level magician had no ability to resist in front of him. He only lasted for less than eight minutes before he was seriously injured by another air burst.
, all of a sudden, I saw a bloody scene...
Most of the thousands of magicians in the audience were used to seeing blood. At this time, they couldn't help but shake their heads secretly. There was indeed something wrong with Mathias's character. It could be said that it was an accident once or twice, but three times in a row.
If this is the case, it can only mean that Mathias did it on purpose. He simply wanted to hurt his opponent. There was no grudge or reason, it was just out of interest, or he just wanted to do it.
Even Herza couldn't help but frown. This Mathias is indeed too much. Even if he wins the final victory, he is definitely not suitable to lead a new magic guild. This must be written into the report.
OK……
As for Lin Li's subsequent games, they were simply a formality.
Medellin was indeed not lying. The thirteenth-level magician was indeed at the end of his strength. As soon as he walked onto Dawn Square, Lin Li had already felt that this man's magic wave was too weak and completely
He doesn't look like a magician with thirteen levels of power, but rather like a magic apprentice who has not yet been able to put on his robe.
"Magic Feyre, please show mercy." Both of them knew clearly what the outcome of this match would be. Gordon walked up to Dawn Square with a pale face and said in a low-key manner.
"Magic Gordon is too polite..." Lin Li smiled and waved the sky staff in his hand, instantly releasing an elemental shield.
"Thanks."
This was a match full of tacit understanding. Lin Li used an elemental shield to tell the opponent that he would not do anything extraordinary. Gordon, who was grateful, did not try to make a fool of himself. The whole process seemed to have been agreed upon.
As soon as Gordon came up, he used his weak strength to attack continuously, while Lin Li just held up the elemental shield and occasionally used the wind blade to counterattack. It was not until the tenth minute that Lin Li released a frost as if by accident.
With such a touch, the game ended smoothly.
"This young man is quite good..." Herza sat in the VIP seat and nodded with satisfaction. With his decades of experience in magic, how could he be deceived by the two people's performances? From that Garros magic
When the master put up the elemental shield, he knew that this must be a fake match. Otherwise, with his strength, how could he use the elemental shield? To put it mildly, he could not even deal with the weak Gordon.
No need to use magic, just two hits with a staff are enough to knock him half to death...
But that’s fine…
The new guild that is about to be established on the Qingfeng Plain needs more than just a powerful guild leader. There is a real mixture of dragons and snakes, and the various forces are a hundred times more complex than Olanna. It is not easy to gain a foothold there.
For simple things, in addition to using absolute power to deter evil-minded forces, you also need to use means to appease and win over divisions. While strong power is important, tactful means are also indispensable.
When this matter was originally decided, Herza once asked Anthony, one of the arbiters, what kind of talents are most suitable to take charge of this new magic guild? Herza remembered that Anthony's answer was - the more hypocritical
The better!
There is no doubt that the Garros magician below is an absolutely hypocritical person. He can be so sincere in his effortless favors, and his talent - absolute talent!
Moreover, the relationship between Feyre and Hoffman seems to be quite good. If he is in charge of the new guild, there will definitely be no problems with the Glitter Gold Chamber of Commerce. Maybe he can get some financial support when necessary.
This is absolutely ideal for a newly established magic guild.
Of course, we still have to wait for the results of the competition to decide how to decide specifically. After all, the rules have been set, and even if you want to change them, you can't change them too outrageously.
In less than half an hour, two of the top six matches have been completed, leaving only one group, Mason vs. Gryffindor!
"Why am I so unlucky..." Ma Sen stood at the edge of Dawn Square, his face wrinkled in pain.
"This..." Lin Li scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
Even a fool knows that Mason's fight against Gryffindor is like dropping an egg on a rock. There is no chance of winning at all. Logically speaking, he should persuade Mason to be realistic now and not lose too badly.
But how can you let him say this? So Lin Li could only shake his head and sigh, saying nothing...
"I know you want to persuade me to admit defeat honestly, so as not to lose too badly later..." But even if he didn't say it, Ma Sen knew what he was thinking. He looked at Lin Li very depressedly, and then said
He muttered: "I want to admit defeat honestly, but I'm afraid that Gryffindor bastard won't agree..."
"..."
"Hey, just die. If it doesn't work, I will admit defeat on my own. I don't believe that even though I have already given up, Gryffindor still dares to chase me!" Mason finished speaking very ambitiously, holding his head high.
He walked onto Dawn Square with his breasts in his chest, leaving Lin Li standing there stunned...
Gryffindor stood in the middle of Dawn Square, staring at his opponent with his eyes. Gryffindor remembered that this guy was Ouling's roommate, and his name was Mark or Mason. He was in the spell test hall that day.
At that time, it was this guy who ruined his own affairs. If he hadn't pulled Ou Ling away, Ou Ling would have died by his own hands. How could he be like now and still come to Dawn Square to watch the game?
…
By the way, there's that guy named Feyre!
This Garros country bumpkin simply doesn't take him seriously. Gryffindor has heard people say that at least half of the reason why Oring is still standing here is because of him. When I think of this,
, Gryffindor just wants to kill these two guys. You actually dare to save the people I, Gryffindor, want to kill. Are you determined to make things difficult for me?
Okay, since you are so disrespectful, don't blame me, Gryffindor, for being too harsh.
That Feyre must not be let go, but before that, let him and Ou Ling see how he tortured and killed their roommate...
Looking at Mason walking up to Dawn Square step by step, Gryffindor secretly sneered in his heart. Do you think that since Aldwin has laid out the magic pattern, you will be absolutely safe? It's a joke. Four master-level magic patterns can't be more than four.
It is to reduce magic damage. What does the magic pattern mean in front of the real great wizard? Even a loser like Mathias knows how to exploit loopholes, let alone me, Gryffindor? Just watch, wait a minute
I will make you suffer all kinds of pain before slowly shedding the last drop of blood, and then I will deal with that country bumpkin from Garros...
"What are you doing..." Mason stood on Dawn Square, looking at Gryffindor not far away, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"You'll find out later..." Gryffindor twitched a sneer at the corner of his mouth, staring at Mason like a big bad wolf staring at the little white rabbit.
Gryffindor glanced at Mason with contempt and said nothing more. He just stood there quietly, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game.
"It seems that both of you are ready, so the game starts now!"
As the referee said "start", Gryffindor suddenly moved. He heard a rapid chanting of curses, followed by a mind control...
"This little bastard..." Medellin stood on the edge of Dawn Square and cursed fiercely. This little bastard is indeed a disciple of Northen. It can be seen from this mind control alone that this little bastard
His scheming is exactly the same as his teacher's.
Gryffindor had definitely figured it out early in the morning. Mason, who had just entered the fighting state, would definitely be wary of him. The most fearful thing about the magic of mind control was this situation. Once he was wary, he would definitely
Unable to keep his mind calm, once the mind control finds an opportunity, the next battle is almost completely unnecessary. How can a controlled loser pose a threat to the person who controls him?
Sure enough, as Medellin expected, Gryffindor took control of his mind. The expression on Mason's face suddenly froze, and he shot three Flame Storms in a row, setting off a dazzling fire in Dawn Square in an instant.
, it’s just a pity that the targets of these three flame storms are not his opponents, but the stone slabs paved on Dawn Square...
Suddenly there was a fire, and fine stones splashed all over the sky. Because the two referees were too close, they were hit by several pieces in succession. These fine stones were not fatal, but they were smashed.
If it hits someone, it will cause burning pain.
The time for mind control is usually more than five seconds, and now Gryffindor is a great wizard. The strength gap between the two sides is so big that the time for Mason to be controlled seems to be particularly long, and he is released continuously.
After three flame storms, he managed to break free from the shackles of his mind and regain control of his mental power.
"This guy is really powerful..." Ma Sen released three flame storms in a row. His magic power was gradually running out. He finally broke free of his mind control and hurriedly took a few steps back while trying to hold up an elemental shield...
Who knows, all this seems to have been expected by Gryffindor. Before Mason's elemental shield could be propped up, Gryffindor had already released a magic feedback, which was cut off in an instant.
The magic passage that Mason had just constructed...