After finally surviving the mind control time, he was about to release an elemental shield to protect himself, but he didn't expect Gryffindor to be so smart and accurately time his casting time early. This magic feedback was released,
It was like a kick in the throat, and he lost the right to speak in an instant.
"What can we do?" The strength of the two sides was far apart, and they were suppressed so severely at the beginning. No matter how optimistic Ma Sen's character was, he couldn't help but panic at this time.
This panic is even more troublesome...
Before Mason could figure out a way, Gryffindor used another mind control...
"Damn it!" Mason suddenly felt his eyes go dark. Less than a minute after he was controlled last time, he lost control of his mental power again, and then he felt that the magic power in his body was going crazy.
As it surged out, three more violent storms hit Dawn Square in a row.
At this moment, Ma Sen really wanted to die.
Even magic apprentices know that Flame Storm is notoriously expensive. He is only an eleventh-level magician. He is not a pervert like Feyre with infinite magic power. How can he have so much magic power to bombard the ground?
?
After several consecutive flame storms, Ma Sen clearly felt that the magic power in his body was showing signs of drying up...
"It's over, it's over..." In just one minute of fighting, he was mentally controlled twice in a row. It was already disappointing enough, but Gryffindor, this bitch, was not in a hurry to defeat him. Instead, he used
This despicable and shameless way to consume one's own magic power. Even a fool should know by this time that Gryffindor, that bitch, must have some insidious tricks waiting for him...
It's not that Mason doesn't want to admit defeat. After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. Even if he admits defeat, it's not a shame. But Gryffindor, this bitch, doesn't give him a chance to admit defeat. The continuous magical suppression makes Mason speechless.
If you can't open it, let alone ask two referees for a waiver?
When the fourth flame storm wind came out, Ma Sen was completely desperate, and the last trace of magic power was completely drained. All he could rely on now was the almost negligible natural recovery.
With just his little mental strength, the little magic he recovered was not even enough to place an elemental shield, let alone reverse the current predicament?
"Don't worry, it's just the beginning..." As the two passed by, Gryffindor's voice penetrated into Mason's ears like a poisonous snake...
Seeing Mason's face turn pale, Gryffindor's heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge. What he wanted was this result, exhausting all his strength, completely destroying his confidence, and letting him die in despair in endless pain.
All of this was originally prepared for Ou Ling, but he didn't expect that that day in the spell testing hall, this guy named Ma Sen ruined his affairs. So naturally, all of this can only be put on this Ma Sen. Anyway,
No matter your name is Mason or Mark, since you have ruined my Gryffindor affairs, you must be aware of being retaliated against...
After two consecutive mental controls, Gryffindor has completely dominated the game. Now, even the last trace of magic has been exhausted by Mason. He can only watch Gryffindor start chanting spells with a ferocious smile on his face.
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"Now we are in big trouble..." Lin Li stood far away on the edge of Dawn Square, already extremely anxious. When the first mental control was released, Lin Li had already guessed Gryffindor's plan.
At that time, he really wanted to rush to Dawn Square to remind Ma Sen - admit defeat quickly and stop holding on!
Unfortunately, the game had already reached this point, and it was too late for him to remind him. Gryffindor used two mind controls to exhaust Ma Sen's magic power. What followed would be a complete ravage. Lin Li could only hope that Ma Sen would be devastated.
Mason can find an opportunity in a desperate situation. Even if the fight cannot be terminated, he must gain some breathing time. Otherwise, if this continues, even if Mason does not die, Gryffindor will drive him completely crazy.
But with Mason's strength, how easy is it to find a chance in front of Gryffindor?
After Gryffindor finished speaking, he waved the staff lightly, followed by a knockback spell...
This repel technique can only be described as sinister. Under Gryffindor's deliberate control, there was a slight deviation in the arrangement of the elements of the repel technique, and this small deviation directly led to its failure.
The attack was from top to bottom, hitting Mason in an almost oppressive manner.
Yes, it is indeed "smashed"...
At that moment, Ma Sen felt as if he was hit by a huge boulder falling from the sky. In an instant, his eyesight went dark, his mind went blank, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
Hot liquid gushes out...
"How do you feel?" After releasing a knockback spell, Gryffindor was not in a hurry to attack, but approached Mason with a smile on his face.
"G...Gryffindor, don't go too far..." Mason reluctantly opened his eyes, but he felt that everything around him seemed to be extremely blurry, whether it was Gryffindor in front of him or in the distance.
The referee and the audience seemed to suddenly become two. Seeing the blurry shadow dangling in front of his eyes, Ma Sen weakly stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, but found that his hand
As soon as I touched it, I felt blood on my hand...
"Excessive? Hahaha, Magician Mason, you are really interesting. Didn't I tell you just now? This is just the beginning. There are more exciting things waiting for you later. Enjoy it..."
"Glenfenfang, I... I'm warning you, my uncle is not someone to be trifled with. If you really hurt me, my uncle will never let you go..." Masen said breathlessly.
, while desperately stimulating mental power, trying to restore enough magic power in this limited time.
In order to buy more time, he even said some stupid things, just to lure Gryffindor to continue laughing, instead of using a magic to put himself into despair again.
"Haha, your uncle? Are you talking about that good-for-nothing Anio? Don't be ridiculous, idiot. In terms of status, I am also a deacon of the guild. In terms of identity, I am the disciple of the controller of Northen. Let alone hurt you, even if I hurt you,
Even if I kill you, your idiot uncle doesn’t dare to do anything to me. If you don’t believe it, you can try it..."
"Yeah……"
"I said, if you don't believe it, you can try it."
"Okay, I admit that what you said is right, but Gryffindor Wizard, I really don't understand. This is just a game. Why did you do so hard? Don't tell me.
You used mind control to drain my magic power, you just wanted to chat with me."
"As for this question..." Gryffindor's face was still full of a proud smile, and it seemed that he was really getting carried away. But in the middle of the sentence, Gryffindor's face suddenly changed, and then
A voice was released violently: "It's better to wait until you die and ask Ou Ling yourself!"
"Ah..." This burst of air exploded right in Ma Sen's chest. Both in terms of power and damage, it far exceeded the previous repelling technique. In an instant, Ma Sen just screamed.
At the next watch, only a splash of blood was seen. When the dust and smoke dissipated, Ma Sen's chest was already a bloody mess...
"Poor idiot, do you think your little tricks can hide from me? Just a few stupid words, just to buy yourself time to recover your magic power. I really don't know whether to say you are too stupid or too naive..." Griffin
Another air burst seriously injured Ma Sen, and his face was already filled with a sarcastic smile.
There is no way, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. With the keen sense of Gryffindor, he can easily grasp the movement of Mason's magic power without looking too much. When Mason said the first sentence
At that time, he had already guessed the other party's intention, but Gryffindor was not in a hurry to take action. He enjoyed this cat and mouse game. He kept waiting until the other party recovered enough magic power before using a
The burst of air plunged him into despair again.
This is how a cat and mouse play, giving the mouse hope again and again, and then plunging it into despair again and again.
"Damn..." The air exploded in his chest. Ma Sen felt as if his whole body had been torn apart. The burning pain was constantly coming from his chest. The bloody pain was even more uncomfortable than death...
…
At this moment, Mason was really desperate.
Gryffindor's scheming was far beyond Mason's imagination. He had exhausted all methods, even performing like a clown, but in the end he couldn't even get any time to restore his magic power.
The result of the scheming is just a burst of air...
"How about it, Magician Mason, can you still stand up? The game has just begun, and I don't want it to end so soon..." Gryffindor chanted a spell, and an arc of electricity jumped out of his palm in an instant,
I saw him playing with the arc in his hand, letting it change into various shapes, while slowly walking towards the edge of the square.
"It's over, this time it's really over..." Mason lay there softly, his heart slowly sinking.
In a daze, Mason seemed to hear someone calling his name.
At first, Mason thought he was hallucinating, but soon he discovered that the voice was becoming clearer and clearer. When he listened carefully, it seemed to be Feyre's voice!
"Really Feyre?" Masen endured the tearing pain, twisted his head slightly, and suddenly found that not far from him, Feyre was holding his hands to his mouth, shouting to himself loudly
The name seems to be trying to tell myself something.
This sudden discovery immediately gave the disheartened Mason some hope.
Yes, Feyre has always been omnipotent, there must be something he can do!
With this only hope, Mason gritted his teeth, dragged his scarred body, and moved back a few steps...