"This lifeless field like a dead man is the best proof of this. ”

Liana's confession actually confirmed the fact that Charles was in a coma, and for a while, the "buzzing" outside the venue became even louder.

Trist and Warhammer Mage looked at each other with a triumphant smile, as if they had the truth under their grasp.

"Forget it, Sister Liana, make the fool happy a little longer. ”

Looking at the self-righteous looks of the two opposite, Charles scratched his head and said indifferently.

Before Charles fell into the water, he might have to blush and argue with a thick neck.

But after experiencing the amazing life of Charles Lee...

He knew that a mouth could not argue with people's self-righteousness.

With fools, don't be reasonable, after all......

They didn't pay the school fees.

But just as he was thinking this, Triste's underwhelming voice came from the other side:

"Charles Griffin, you're already practicing anyway, don't waste the Eagle Badge, hand it over quickly!"

Oh, no, let's educate this idiot...

Feeling the floating of the green tendons on his forehead, Charles picked up the nail-headed giant hammer and tried to pick it twice, pointing at Triste:

"Come on, sir, I will do a good deed every day and teach you to be a person. ”

Charles's bull's answer to the horse's mouth made Trist a little confused.

However, since the other side has raised its weapon, it means that this duel has officially begun.

The steel elements in the air were restless in the field of the two of them, and the bits of silver light turned into several streams of light and condensed in the air.

Both of them spoke at the same time:

"Flying Blades!"

"Flying Blades!"

The same spell is used, but the effect is completely different.

It only took half a year for Trist to activate the crystal, except for the family's secret magic, the limited mental power was all used to practice the "Flying Blade Technique".

It's just that the steel elemental magic is different, and once it is formed, it has a certain amount of power.

And "Flying Blade" is recognized as the most practical first-level spell, with extremely high lethality and plasticity.

Trist comes from a family of foundries, and his understanding of weapons is quite thorough.

A standard flying blade quickly condensed and formed, ready to fire in the air, and extremely sharp.

Charles, on the other hand.

Although it is much more decent than the wide blade kitchen knife of two months ago, it is still very different from the shape of ordinary flying blades.

"That's Flying Blade?"

"Why is the shape of this flying blade so strange..."

"Isn't it more mental power to drive such a large flying blade?"

...

In the midst of the doubts, Trist had already urged the steel flying blade, cutting a silver light mark in the air, straight towards Charles.

The silver light came to him in a blink of an eye, and Charles didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Following the induction of the field, he waved the sledgehammer unhurriedly, knocking the embroidery needle-like flying blade far away.

He knew that he couldn't get it right, so he didn't rush to fire the flying blade.

He just condensed his top-heavy alien flying blade in front of him, slowly adjusted the tip of the knife, and aimed at Triste, who began to run at top speed.

Seeing that Trist's pace was slowing down, he was about to start condensing the second flying blade technique again.

Charles's mace-headed hammer suddenly swung again, slamming into the tail end of the alien blade.

"Khooth!"

With a piercing crash, the alien flying blade burst out like a cannon.

Trist only felt a flash of silver light in the distance, and his field seemed to be torn by something sharp and intruded.

Without thinking about it, he immediately interrupted the condensation of the second flying blade and threw himself to the side desperately.

"Buzz!"

Before he could pounce, the alien blade flew over his head with a sharp wind pressure.

It's dangerous!

As if sliced through the back of his neck by an air knife, Trist scrambled to his feet and glanced at the alien flying blade that had missed the shot.

I saw that the alien flying blade flew straight out hundreds of meters, pierced into a barracks, and instantly collapsed a corner of the barracks.

Fortunately, there was no one in the barracks at this time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Damn, sure enough, the flying blade technique alone can't take him away.

Trist was not far from Charles at this time, and both sides entered the other's field.

He no longer hesitated, the crystallized silver light on his neck flashed, and he shouted:

"Flying Blade Ring!"

A two-meter-diameter steel ring slowly condensed in front of Trist.

As soon as this ring appeared, the representatives of the Magic Academy on the first floor of the viewing platform panicked:

"What! Can the Four Rings use the Flying Ring of Blades!"

"What an amazing genius!"

"How can such a talent stay in the War Spirit Academy?

......

No wonder the teachers of the Academy of Magic were so surprised.

The Flying Ring of Blades is a second-level universal magic passed down from the Warhammer family, and is the last murderous spell the Empire's enemies want to encounter on the battlefield.

Most of the sturdy magic elements can be applied to this magic to condense the high-speed spinning flying blade ring.

The inner diameter of the ring is more than two feet, and there are sharp blades inside and outside, and the enemy is slashed in high-speed rotation, and it is immediately cut in two, and the lethality is terrifying.

Trist's qualifications are indeed remarkable, and in just half a year, he really made him practice "Blade Flying Ring".

However, this secret method requires more elements to be invoked, and Trist wants to condense the ring, which is obviously not as handy as using the "Flying Blade Technique".

Just as the ring was about to be condensed, a sudden wind blew in his ears, and a silver mirror pressed against Trist.

Looking at the corners of his mouth with a sinister smile in the mirror, Trist couldn't help but be stunned:

Mirrors? Where did the mirrors come from?

Not good!

Realizing that there was something strange about the approaching "Silver Mirror", Trist instinctively swung his spell-breaking hammer.

"Bell!"

What kind of mirror is this?

This is the hammer face of the nailhead sledgehammer!

It turned out that it was Charles who invaded the moment when Trist chanted the magic, and was the first to swing a hammer.

As for the duel, he doesn't have any boring chivalry.

If you don't make a move with such a big flaw, are you waiting for the other side to make a big move?

When he saw Trist, he looked strange, as if he was brewing some powerful magic.

Immediately, without thinking about it, there was a slight tremor under his feet, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust, and the smooth hammer surface as a mirror came quickly, pressing a wall of wind in the air, and imprinted straight towards Trist.

The two sledgehammers collided for the first time, like silver and black beasts pounced together, stirring up a wave of qi that swept the ground full of dust and poured outward.

Trist received it in a hurry, failed to exert his strength, suffered a small loss, and the law-breaking warhammer was so shocked that he almost got out of his hands.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, commanding the unformed blade flying ring, spinning and slashing at Charles's neck.

Looking at the mutilated ring that was slashing at him, Charles was prepared.

Under the cover of brain waves, when Trist condensed the elements, the shape and structure of the ring had already been reflected in his mind.

"Well, primitive, but effective. ”

Here's what Mebis had to say about this spell.

It is rare to hear such a high evaluation in the mouth of Mebis, and Charles naturally does not dare to slack off.

I saw him catch it with his backhand, and the silver nail deftly hooked the ring.

"Z-"

The high-speed spinning flying ring of the blade sliced into the ramp, grinding into a cluster of bright sparks.

While Charles was dealing with the ring, Trist was already on his feet, operating the Flying Ring of the Blade, trying to break free from the clamp of the nail-headed hammer.

"Charles, try to control this ring. ”

In the midst of the stalemate, Mebis's voice rang in his ears again.

"Ah, can it be?" Charles was stunned.

Mebis observed in the crystals for a while, and he keenly noticed that Trist's control of steel was not the same as Charles's.

There is a very small part of the steel element, and it seems that it is unwilling to accept Trist's servitude.

And when he and Charles used magic on a daily basis, this did not happen.

So he examined the Iron Elemental Authority that he had included in the crystal:

Command Substance: Steel

Permission level: High