"I can answer your questions now." Lin Li still had a smile on his face, but the fierce light in his eyes was the same as before on the steps of the Emerald Tower. Cromwell had no doubt.
The other party will kill him in the blink of an eye: "First of all, I am indeed a pharmacist. As for my medicine..."
Lin Li looked back at the place where he fell before. An empty glass bottle was lying there quietly. Not long ago, it was filled with a bottle of prophet potion.
To this day, he is still glad for his decision. Fortunately, he prepared a bottle of prophet potion before the duel...
When the Sky Staff released huge magical energy, Lin Li did not hesitate at all. He took out the prophet potion from his pocket and drank it. The petals of the black lotus are extremely precious, but no matter how precious it is, it will never be as valuable as
Your own life is more important.
The moment he drank the prophet potion, Lin Li completely grasped everything that happened in the next ten seconds. It was a feeling of insight into everything. Not only did he know that what Cromwell was about to release would be a level 19 magic, but also
He knew that the power of this magic came from the level 18 magic crystal. He even knew that the chanting time of this magic was ten seconds...
Then everything after that became extremely simple.
In fact, Lin Li only did two things in those ten seconds.
The first thing is to walk over.
The second thing is to use the golden rod to point it on the level 18 magic crystal.
The Midas touch rod, plated with deep silver, completely restored the eighteenth-level magic crystal to the most basic magic essence almost instantly, losing its huge source of magic power.
How can the strength of a super magician support magic that is close to the legendary level?
Under that terrifying spell backlash, his magic power collapsed almost instantly, turning him into a complete cripple.
What seemed like a miraculous scene to the audience was actually that simple.
A bottle of potion and a golden rod completely turned Cromwell into a cripple.
"Okay, Magician Cromwell, I've answered your question, now it's your turn to answer mine." Lin Li stared closely into Cromwell's eyes: "Mr. McGraney and Ina
, where are they now?”
As soon as he made contact with Lin Li's eyes, Cromwell shrank back subconsciously. Without the protection of magic, he was worse than a pitiful insect. At this time, his expression was dull and his eyes were shrinking, but there was no trace of his previous appearance.
That high-spirited look? How could he look like a fourteenth-level wizard?
"You don't have much time, Magician Cromwell." Cromwell's silence made Lin Li frown. He didn't like doing this kind of thing of forcing a confession.
"They...should be in the dungeon of the Merlin family..." Cromwell swallowed hard. As soon as the words came out, he found that his voice was so dry.
"Oh, thank you."
Lin Li still had a warm and polite smile on his face, as if he was talking about the weather with an old friend, but in the next moment, an ice pick shot out of his hand and passed through Cromwell's chest on the spot.
…
Lin Li was not Cromwell. He did not need to humiliate the other party, nor did he need to vent. As for whether the defeated Cromwell would beg for mercy, Lin Li was even less interested.
To him, this is just a duel, and the purpose of the duel is to kill the opponent.
If it wasn't for the purpose of asking about the whereabouts of the McGraneys and his daughter, he wouldn't even be interested in talking to Cromwell.
There were no shrill screams or curses before death. There was just a "plop", and then Cromwell fell straight down. It was only then that he understood Lin Li's words "Your time".
What does "not much more" mean...
The moment Cromwell fell, old Merlin closed his eyes in pain.
The hundreds of spectators in the stands felt a chill rising from their vests almost at the same time...
This young magician named Ferre is really terrifying. He is patient despite his disadvantages and calm despite his advantages. After thoroughly grasping the situation, he will never give the enemy a chance. The ice pick that killed Cromwell is clean.
Neat and neat, without any sloppiness.
If possible, they would never want to be enemies with such people.
After a brief silence, there was thunderous applause.
Except for Old Merlin, everyone stood up from their seats and gave their warmest applause to the winner of the duel.
"Great job!" Greg was as excited as a child, standing high on his seat and jumping and shouting, with an ecstatic smile on his fat face, as if he had won the duel himself.
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"Congratulations to President Grean." There was a hint of joy on Ysela's fair face. She turned around and shook Grean's hand, and clapped to Lin Li excitedly.
"Congratulations." Ruben's words were always so brief, but there was still a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Hahahaha, we are all happy together!"
Compared with the low-key tone of the two of them, Greg's laughter seemed extremely arrogant, and his voice like a broken gong could be heard in almost half of the square.
Hearing Grean's congratulations, the smiles on the faces of the heads of the two major families became thicker. This meant that Grean had recognized the identity of their allies. After this duel, the Magic Guild's unification of Garros was unstoppable. In the future,
Among the major forces in Garros, the competition is no longer about who is more powerful, but who has a closer relationship with the Magic Guild.
The two major families that were the first to rely on the Magic Guild will undoubtedly have an absolute advantage in this comparison.
Amidst the thunderous applause, City Lord Isaac's voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears.
"Now, as a just person, I declare that the winner of this duel is Feyre from the Magic Guild!"
Isaac's voice completely ignited the atmosphere in Dawn Square. Whether they were wealthy businessmen, celebrities, or leaders of many forces, they all shouted the name of the winner at the same time, paying tribute to the winner of the duel in this way.
"Victor - Feyre!"
Garros is a city that advocates the strong. At this moment, except for Old Merlin, everyone has put aside off-field factors and grudges between each other. There should be only one protagonist in the Dawn Square, and there should only be one protagonist.
There is a voice, and that is Feyre of the Magic Guild!