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"You!"

Quentin's face was cloudy and furious, and he really wanted to slap the little fat man to death. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but in his heart, he has a deep fear of him.

This little fat man is really too perverted.

Breaking through his worldview again and again, seeing that he was about to be killed, he awakened the realm again, and his cultivation became a great improvement in strength. Seeing the momentum of the thin flames burning around him, it was obvious that he was no longer easy to mess with.

"Arrogance!" Quentin squeezed out two words from his mouth, clutching the skull staff, "You just have just awakened the realm, and you are trying to think that you can compete with me? Look at me, death chills. ”

As soon as the words fell, with Quentin as the center, waves of icy chill emanated, invading the surrounding range of tens of meters in diameter. Within the scope of his death chill, it is not only cold to the bone, but also a heart-wrenching grievance.

Those who are not strong in willpower are easy to die under the influence of this meaning, their hearts are like ashes, they have no love in life, and they die quietly under the cold and bone-chilling cold.

Even powerful superpowers will be hindered in their movements and their fighting spirit will be weakened under the cold and bone-chilling chill of death.

As soon as the death chill came out, the little fat man's flame body was suddenly suppressed slightly, and the blazing temperature dropped by half.

"Give me death. The little fat man put an acceleration on himself, and his fat body rushed towards Quentin with extreme agility. The two were so close that he appeared in front of Quentin almost in the blink of an eye.

"Hand of Fire!"

The little fat man's hands burned with scorching flames.

It was simply a low-level magical flame hand, and when he unleashed it, it was scorching and powerful.

"What are you doing?" Quentin was taken aback by him, although he had rich combat experience and his strength had reached level B, he was still a student about twenty years old after all. Being bullied by a fat man who is strong and fat and has a burning flame all over his body, he can't help but be a little flustered.

Fortunately, he was not a rookie, and in a panic, he instinctively put a magic shield on himself and quickly retreated.

"Hehe, what do you say?" Under the acceleration technique, the little fat man was nimble like a cheetah, catching up in two or three steps, and the flaming fist slammed towards Quentin, "Look at you, of course I beat you." ”

Stimulated by the endless flame element in his body, the little fat man only felt that his blood was boiling, and he secreted a lot of adrenaline, and he felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body. The factor of violence seems to have filled his mind.

"Bang!"

A punch slammed into the magic shield, and the flames exploded like fireworks, and the magic shield rippled and almost shattered. Quentin, who was in the magic shield, was buzzing in his ears, his head was splitting, his blood was boiling, and he could barely stand.

Bang!

The second punch followed.

Five or six punches in succession, the magic shield shattered like a broken bronze bell, and the energy and energy were scattered in all directions. Quentin flew upside down three or four meters and fell to the ground so hard that blood spilled from his eyes, nose and throat.

Before he could stand up, the little fat man jumped up like a leopard, and his fat body sat on Quentin's belly.

This little fat man didn't know how it was long, he was covered with thick fat, and even the magic robes that were known for their looseness could be propped up by him. This ass sits down, and the "power" can be imagined.

"Poof~"

Quentin arched his body like a shrimp, his face contorted in pain. Most magicians pay attention to the refining of spirit and magic, but their physique is weak. Obviously, this dark mage's physique is not very good, and even the slightly stronger human special forces can't compare.

"Call you to pretend, make you arrogant, tell you to summon dark tentacles. ”

Every time Bob said a word, he slammed it down. The beating made Quentin's face swollen like a pig, and blood and snot splattered and flew out, which was terrible to see.

"Senior Bob! mighty, domineering!"

The students of the Starry Sky Academy, seeing this scene, cheered excitedly. Especially when Senior Bob sits on the black mage and sits at his head with an old fist, he is the most pleasant.

Today's duel is really full of ups and downs, twists and turns, which makes them nervous for a while and excited for a while, as exciting as riding a roller coaster. Even some of the instructors and professors whose strength has reached the B level, or even the A level, are excited to blush, and swing their fists out of thin air, as if the little fat man is their stand-in, as if he is personally on the field.

"Stop!"

Babbitt's eyelids jumped with anger, and he immediately shouted. He is a legendary-level black magician, his spiritual power is as vast as the sea, his magic power is condensed like substance, and his vital signs have long surpassed the limits of human beings.

The drink wrapped in majestic spiritual power was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, deafening.

The students in the stands were all shocked to tremble violently, their hearts were flustered, and their blood was boiling. All of them were horrified, silent, and they didn't dare to breathe more.

Quentin is the most talented student Babbitt could find in recent decades, and he has poured his life's work into him, and he has extremely deep expectations for him.

This time, he came to Star Academy to slap his face, and according to Babbitt's estimate, as long as those three C+ level students made a move, it would be enough to sweep the graduating students of Star Academy. Quentin, whose strength has reached the B level and is no longer inferior to the elite mentor, is purely here to suppress the field and stimulate Emmons.

But Babbitt didn't expect Quentin to make a move.

Just make a move, it's good to show your majesty. But Babbitt never imagined that that stupid little fat man would be able to reverse the situation again and again.

If he continues to be beaten, Quentin is afraid that he will be killed. At that time, decades of hard work will be ruined in one fell swoop, can he Babbitt endure it?

But Babbitt's drink only interrupted the cheers of the students. But it didn't affect the little fat man at all, and the little fat man turned a deaf ear and continued to smash Quentin with a fierce punch, scolding and swearing in his mouth.

Babbitt's blood stagnated, and he was fainted by the air.

He was a legendary magician, and when he broke off, the dead little fat man dared to turn a deaf ear and continue to beat his students with his brutal fists. The muscles in his cheeks jumped, and the magic around him surged like a whirlpool, ready to interrupt the fight himself.

"Hahaha. Emmons flickered, put his hands in front of Babbitt, and said with a smile, "Babbitt, what are you going to do?" The little fat man was so powerful, not only awakened the body of flames, but also rode the strongest student of the other party underneath and ravaged him~.

Emmons had never been so comfortable in his life as he was today, and his snow-white beard was curled.

This time the crisis was resolved, and a rare genius fire mage was unearthed. Reward, we must reward and cultivate the little fat Bob, this kid's future is limitless.

"Emmons, you're knowingly asking. Babbitt was so angry that his whole body was cold, and he said angrily, "That hateful little fat man is about to beat my student to death, shouldn't I stop it?"

"Yo, brother. Please be quiet and don't get restless. Emmons' tone was soft and full of good mood, "You're so angry, I'm afraid you'll hurt your body." ”

Hurt your sister!

Babbitt scolded excitedly: "Get out, you let that little fat man stop quickly, otherwise don't be a monster and you're welcome." ”

"Yo, Babbitt, that's what you're wrong. Emmons said calmly, "Those two children fought each other, but they agreed in advance, and they must not surrender to each other. Babbitt, are you going to break the rules?"

These words are exactly what Babbitt said to Emmons before. It's just that this is the other time, and now the situation in the ring has been completely reversed. Quentin had been beaten to a pig's head, seven or eight of his teeth had been lost, and he was begging for mercy in a delirious and leaky manner.

If he is allowed to fight again, I am afraid that it will leave a huge psychological shadow on Quentin, and his cultivation will stagnate from now on, and he will not make any further progress.

"You!" Babbitt almost vomited blood, she was really disgusted. But Emmons, who is also a legendary magician, stands in front of him, but he has nothing to do.

Truth be told, Babbitt and Emmons were students in the same class, although he thought he was more talented than Emmons. But Emmons has taken up all the resources of the Star Academy, as well as a huge magical heritage.

If the two really fight, it will be between them at most. And this is still in the Star Academy, if he really dares to mess around, I am afraid that Emmons will not hesitate to activate the magic protection array and trap him here.

Babbitt didn't dare to move, but the A-level tutor of the Black Thorn Academy who came with him narrowed his pupils. According to the structure of the Black Thorn Academy, to be precise, he is Quentin's real mentor, nurturing and teaching since childhood, which can be described as a father and son.

At this moment, I can't stand it anymore. Dark luck magic power, quietly pointed a finger.

That finger exuded a strange aura of death, as if it had touched the laws of the underworld. The shadow of death enveloped the little fat man.

"Finger of Death!"

The professors of the Starry Sky Academy were alarmed, and their faces changed drastically, it was the notorious forbidden black magic. It is a powerful magic that directly uses the law of death to kill people.

Although that A-level mentor is probably only slightly exposed to the law of death. But the finger of death he casts is not something that the little fat man can resist, and even if he doesn't die, he will definitely suffer heavy damage and damage his foundation.

"Damn. Emmons was shocked and angry, and his eyes were about to split, and he roared angrily, "Brute, you dare!" When he made a brazen move, it was too late.

Just as Emmons and the professors were heartbroken, a flash of fire appeared in the ring out of thin air.

In that firelight, there was a panicked aura like heavenly might, like a flame king stepping into the sky.

…… (To be continued.) )