Gryffindor's face was pale. The Pyroblast just now broke the water shield and also caused serious trauma to his body. Now Gryffindor's left arm hangs softly on his chest.
, the finely crafted robe had long been burned to ashes. If he hadn't still held the staff tightly with one right hand, no one would have imagined that this young man, who was as embarrassed as a beggar, was in just a few minutes.
The first magic genius in France who was still very high-spirited before...
Even Gryffindor himself has to admit that his current situation is indeed very bad. One of his left arms has been broken by the impact of Pyroblast. Just moving a little will immediately cause a heart-pounding pain.
, the skin on the chest was burned over a large area. Almost every breath made Gryffindor feel a burst of burning pain. In addition, there were countless wounds, large and small...
Gryffindor knew very well that the power of Pyroblast was so powerful. If it hadn't been for the source water shield to help him offset most of the damage, and the protection of the four master-level magic patterns laid out by Aldwin, he would have been long gone.
It was reduced to ashes under the blow of Pyroblast.
Moreover, this is not the most terrible thing...
For Gryffindor, running out of magic power is the real danger. In fact, until now, he still can't believe that the guy named Feyre actually used Pyroblast to exhaust his own magic power.
Damn it, sixty Pyroblasts, is this bastard still a human?
Gryffindor was not the only one who couldn't believe it. Just when Lin Li used Pyroblast to break through the water shield, the entire Dawn Square was completely boiling. Everyone was talking about the sixty Pyroblasts.
When discussing the sudden rise of the young mage, even those in Medellin who had known Lin Li for a long time were rubbing their hands together with excitement.
There is no way, sixty pyrotechnics are too abnormal...
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if he killed Medellin, he wouldn't have believed that there was such a perverted thing in this world. The magic power consumed by sixty pyroblasts was simply an astronomical figure. If it were replaced by an ordinary large
Magic at the level of a wizard can last almost a day and a night.
Such a huge amount of magic power can only be described as terrifying...
As for Hoffman on the side, his eyes were already shining, and he laughed without grace.
"What a joke..." Herza curled his lips, and his old face wrinkled up. He knew what this damn fat man was laughing about. He had tens of millions of gold coins, and if it were him, he might be better than him.
Smiling even less gracefully...
This damn fat guy is lucky...
Although there are still two games in the round robin, even a blind person can see that this young magician from Garos will definitely become the final winner of this final. There is no way, this young man is really too perverted.
So what if Mathias has been hiding his strength? No matter how powerful he is, can he still be stronger than an inhuman pervert? Look what that guy named Feyre did just now, sixty Pyroblasts
The magic was blasted out without even taking a breath. This terrifying magic power alone was far beyond what Mathias could match. Not to mention Mathias, even he who was close to the legendary realm would probably be able to do it.
Unless something like this happens, sixty Pyroblast Techniques are really too much...
"Hahahaha, old Herza, you can be jealous of me as much as you like..." Hoffman smiled as if no one else was around, completely ignoring the mood of Herza next to him.
"Haha..." Herza smiled, not feeling angry at all, thinking to herself, I am jealous of you...
Yes, Hoffman did win tens of millions of gold coins, but so what? It was nothing more than adding an insignificant number to the already huge wealth of the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce, but what the Supreme Council got,
But he is an out-and-out perverted strong man!
At this time, Herza really wanted to remind the fat man next to him, don't forget, this young man who blasted out sixty pyrotechnics is a member of the Garros Magic Guild. In other words, he
But he is an out-and-out member of the Supreme Council, not to mention that after this final, a new magic guild will be handed over to him to manage. At that time, as long as the Supreme Council is willing, it can rely on the power of this young man at any time.
How can the benefits be compared to those of thousands of gold coins?
How could the Shining Gold Merchant Guild have such a stupid decision-maker, who picked up sesame seeds but lost watermelons, and still smiled happily, laughing his ass off...
At this time, Lin Li had already walked up to Gryffindor.
"I'm so sorry, Gryffindor wizard, I accidentally won..." Lin Li smiled hypocritically.
"I'm warning you, you... you'd better not act recklessly. Injuring the guild steward is a serious crime!" Gryffindor endured the pain in his body and subconsciously shrank back. Although he said threatening words,
His face was filled with an expression of horror. Even a fool could see it at this time. He was now a strong man...
"Really..." Lin Li stretched out his right hand with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't even listen to how he chanted the incantation. He only felt the magic fluctuations around him twisting, and then he saw a ball of fire rising from his right hand.
After all this, Lin Li was not in a hurry to release the hand of flames. He just controlled the flames to swim with his palms while staring at Gryffindor: "That's really great. I was just wondering about hurting the guild."
What consequences will the deacon have..."
"You..." The moment the fireworks went up, Gryffindor suddenly felt his eyebrows jump, and the right hand guarding his chest could not help but tremble slightly. He never thought that on the horse
What happened to Sen happened to me so quickly...
"Relax, Gryffindor wizard, don't be so nervous. You know, I don't really like others hurting my friends..." Lin Li smiled kindly, but when he started to attack,
Without being polite at all, the moment the word "friend" was spoken, a flaming hand suddenly fell down. In an instant, there was only a soft sound of "Zhi", followed by a wave of energy.
Thick, burnt-smelling white smoke filled the air...
"Ah——" Gryffindor screamed, breaking the silence above Dawn Square. At this moment, Gryffindor felt as if a soldering iron had fallen on his chest, and he was in burning pain.
, with a tearing pain, a feeling that made Gryffindor want to die immediately.
The desperate struggle, the shrill screams, even the two referees hiding far away could not help but frown. This was simply a repeat of the previous game, the same bloody and cruel, but
The abused person changed from Mason to Gryffindor...
"Hey..." Medellin was sitting at the VIP table and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This guy's temper really hasn't changed at all. He is still the same as before. He will retaliate even if he suffers a small loss.
Get it back tenfold...
But then again, it's also my fault that the little bastard Gryffindor doesn't have eyes. I have already advised him not to provoke Feyre, not to provoke Feyre, but the little bastard refuses to listen and even takes advantage of himself.
As a guild deacon, you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. Just pretend. Now you are pretending to be on the iron plate. You deserve it. If it falls into Feyre's hands, you little bastard will suffer...
However, this little bastard is a disciple of Northen after all. It seems that old man Anduin is going to have a headache for a while...
"Damn it, this kid looks so polite, why is he so cruel?" This bloody and cruel scene fell into the eyes of Hoffman, and he was immediately stunned. He had been stunned all the time.
I thought this young pharmacist was a gentle man, but I didn't expect that he would be so violent and cruel when he started using his hands...
It's no wonder that Hoffman thought so. Although Lin Li had two conflicts with people when he first participated in the exchange meeting, they were just trivial matters. Neither Milo nor Erin had touched his bottom line.
So much so that it actually gave Hoffman the illusion of being a literary man...
"Gentleman..." Medellin, who was next to him, had a sharp ear. When he heard this sentence, he almost choked to death on his own saliva.
When did this kid become a gentleman?
A guy who was able to break the limbs of the heir of the Marathon family just because Orling was slightly injured, and a guy who almost beat Darien's nephew to death just because his entourage was injured, could actually be regarded as a gentle man.
?You are so gentle, you are such a big watermelon...
"How are you, Gryffindor magician? How do you feel?" Lin Li waved his hand, extinguishing the remaining flames between his fingers, and then asked Gryffindor with a smile on his face.
"You...what do you want?" At this time, Gryffindor was like a frightened bird. When he heard the other party's voice, he immediately shrank back subconsciously.
"What do I want? Haha, Gryffindor wizard, you are really humorous. At this time, you still ask me what I want..." Lin Li said this with a smile on his face, but suddenly his expression changed.
As soon as he changed, he kicked Gryffindor in the chest: "You hurt two of my roommates in a row, and you still dare to ask me what I want? Okay, okay, I will tell you today, what exactly do I want...
"
Lin Li is a person with the strength of a blacksmith. The force of this kick is amazing. Not to mention that Gryffindor is seriously injured now. Even if it were in its prime, it would definitely be kicked out. Just hear a sound
The screams came out, Gryffindor's whole body was bowed to the ground like a shrimp, one right hand tightly covering his stomach, wailing and groaning, and the two referees not far away were heard.