Chapter 367 Faster than anyone

The young man in a white samurai suit with beautiful black inscriptions hummed a few steps back and was about to reach the edge of the martial arts arena. His chest fluctuated violently, and it was obvious that he had fought a very long and fierce battle. The fighting spirit floating on the surface of his body emitting a light blue light is beginning to slowly degenerate towards dark cyan...

Outside the martial arts arena, Lance, who was waiting for the next game, frowned secretly. This young man who stepped into the realm of high-level strong men was Matley from the college. In the memory of his previous life, although he failed to win the top three, he also successfully squeezed into the top five, which was a success to win glory for the college. But this time, it seems that some people were eliminated early because of their appearance, and some people who were supposed to fight Matley did not become his opponents. In the second game after the scuffle, the best genius of the previous college unfortunately met Bonicon of the Wizards Guild.

They are also excellent young people. They are also sought after by their peers in the power of their own practice, so they are very proud. It's just that this is the stadium, so only one person can be really proud. Matley, who was originally chic, is now sweating profusely and soaked. He is not embarrassed. In the corner of his clothes, you can also see burn marks, which is the result of the powerful flame magic of the genius magician on the opposite side. The game has been deadlocked for a long time, but there is no way to continue...

Because it can be seen that the fighting spirit of the college's use of secret methods to forcibly improve the fighting spirit has begun to slowly degrade from high-level quality to the intermediate limit he should have. At the age of 16, he has reached the limit of the intermediate level, even more profound than the cultivation of Zane, the senior who led the team for Lance and others after half a year's assessment, because he has entered the high-level realm with half a foot. Such cultivation is enough to be proud, but he can't be proud here...

'Damn, it's too late. I have to do something before the fighting spirit has completely fallen!' Mattley gritted his teeth and secretly cheered himself up. He was ready to make another sudden and desperate blow, hoping to reverse the decline.

"Hmm, do you want to make a sneak attack? That's also meaningless." The young magician floating in mid-air said indifferently.

'Damn, it's been found!' Matley's face turned pale and knew that he was about to lose his last hope. However, his depression has not fully arised, but he has been replaced by shock and surprise.

"The reason why I have been fighting with you until now is that I don't want to waste too much strength with you as a fool. You actually take it seriously. Stupid, do you think sneak attacks can be useful? With that, the young magician actually ran the magic with a sarcastic face. He turned his body and turned his back to Matley and said in a very disdainful tone, "You don't need to look at it with your eyes. It will still treat you like a dog."

Bonicon, the young genius mage of the Magician Guild, is still as arrogant and mean as ever. He did not have any shadow in his heart after being 'killed' by Lance in the northern bloody wilderness area. Instead, he spoke more arrogantly. If someone had dared to talk to Matley like this, the college's now hot genius would have been furious. However, now, he can't have any other emotions, only surprise and excitement, and then they all turn into strength.

He didn't even have time to roar and increase the momentum of his attack, so he floated up and pointed his sword at Bonicon floating in mid-air. At this distance, he was enough to stab the other party's body with his muscle explosive power and the increase of fighting spirit. Although the light blue fighting spirit is still slowly fading, and even about to return to the dark cyan of the middle limit, at least it has not completely degenerated successfully, so the current blow is equivalent to the attack of the high-level strong, a full blow...

Mattley has no time to think about whether this blow really hits the other party's body and whether this arrogant young magician will die. He can't control so much. In order to win, he must do his best. His sword-wielding hand became more and more stable, and in addition to being firm, there was uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. However, this emotion did not last long, and it immediately became desperate.

The fine steel sword accurately inserted into the body of the young mage Bonicon, but Matley did not have the joy after success, but his face was full of shock and panic. Because he could feel that his blade was not plunged into the flesh and blood body, but as if it had plunged into the hard ice as iron...

There is nothing wrong, it is the cold ice. The cold feeling came from the tip of the sword to Mattley's hand almost in an instant, and then his body. In front of him, the young magician's body has disappeared at the moment of being stabbed and turned into a huge ice crystal. The excellent martial artist of the college who stabbed the giant ice was frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye, frosted and became another humanoid crystal.

"Sum!" With a loud noise, huge ice fell and broke all over the ground. The frost covering Matley was actually not thick, so with this heavy impact, the ice was torn apart. The young student trembled his arms and wanted to hold the samurai sword, but found that he could not grasp it anyway and could only watch it fall to the ground. His body twisted slowly on the ground in pain, not knowing whether it was too painful or too cold.

"What a useless waste." Bonicon's figure appeared beside Matley, and the strong magic elements on his body slowly faded. It can be seen that he used an extremely tricky 'frozen magic trap' to deceive the poor student with a feverish mind just now. He is not only good at his strength, but also good at grasping and understanding of people's hearts. In addition to being arrogant, there is also calmness in the eyes. It can be seen that the action he turned his back just now was not conceited, but deliberately ended the game faster and achieved the effect he expected.

Mattley, lying on the ground, has completely lost the ability to attack. Just now, all his fighting spirit was poured on his blade, trying to achieve the effect of winning with a sword, leaving no defense for his body at all. This also directly led to his loss of combat effectiveness on the spot. Bonicon knew how powerful his magic effect was, so he knew that the young warrior lying on the ground trembling now was not 'pretend to be dead' and wanted to deceive himself, but really couldn't stand it. He stepped forward with an indifferent face, trying to step on this cruel opponent with his foot. But it was interrupted by a voice at the right time.

"Magician Guild, Bonicon wins! Both sides, please withdraw from the field!" The referee's announcement sounded, and it was naturally difficult for Bonicon to continue to abuse his opponent. He slowly stopped, looked at Matley's face, smiled coldly, and turned around and walked out of the field.

The medical staff appeared on the stage in time and carried the injured student down for the first time treatment. Poor Matley failed to fight until the last link as Lance remembered, but was miserablely eliminated here.

The college Matley fought against the magician guild Bonicon, which can be said to have ended in the complete defeat of the excellent warrior of the college. The team of the Magicians Guild did not celebrate or shout, but nodded slightly to congratulate Bonicon. There was nothing they could do. These were all arrogant and strange tempers learned from their tutors. The remaining winners of the college were not hit by their self-confidence because of the miserable loss of their masters on their side, because For them, they know that there are better masters on their side.

The battles on the other two sides also ended one after another, ending with the victory of a knight in the temple and a young officer in the martial arts hall. This is the second round of battle, a wonderful one-on-single battle, eliminating three people and the other three advancing. Amade, the chief consul of the imperial capital, once again walked to the front of the high platform and announced the list of the next round of trials.

"The West of the Temple vs. Andres of the Knights Association, the Magician Guild Kailuo vs. Martial Arts Pierce, College Lance vs. Horner of the Military Department."

A loud cheer sounded. For the knowledgeable spectators, this round of battles is absolutely heavyweight, because the best geniuses of the three holy places were nominated at the same time, so they cheered, excited, and even been considering which side of the battle they should pay attention to, or three Two minds, look at all of them? And for those other people, they don't know who Lance Si Kailuo is. They just have to wait to shout together when they shout loudly...

The three geniuses got up from the rest area with a flat face and walked to their respective stage, and their opponents are not very good-looking at this moment. After all, not to mention hearing about it, you can see how extraordinary they performed in the previous battle. At this moment, they met such an opponent. They have a good ranking. Basically, it can be said that there is no hope. How can you look good?

Sisi took a step, stopped again, and looked back at Lance. In fact, Lance was also looking at him. He didn't expect that this guy could turn back like his previous life. He couldn't help but be happy and took the initiative to say, "Who do you want to see?"

Xixi was stunned at first, and then smiled and said, "Okay, let's see who is fast."

Their opponents don't know what the two people are whispering about, otherwise if the two 'proud' people have secretly determined their winning or lose, compared with the speed of winning, will they be dizzy on the spot?