Could it be... The other party has a low level of permission?

Recalling the scene of Charles under the claws of the Steel-Bone Demon Ape that day, Mebis had reason to suspect:

It's not impossible to seize control of your opponent's magic!

With this question, Mebis started the experiment leisurely when Charles was fighting life and death:

"I've tested it, and there's a small piece of steel on this ring that resonates with me, so try it too. ”

"Oh, really!"

Charles tried to concentrate the brain waves on the ring, and sure enough, he got a part of the steel element in response.

It's like developing a couple of inside lines in the enemy's army.

However, this small number of elements was still too few, and the strength was too weak for him to use his strength to snatch control of the Blade Flying Ring.

Just like people want to lift heavy objects, no matter how strong the force is, if there is no focus, it will be in vain.

Thinking of this, Charles didn't say a word, and snorted:

"Flying Blades!"

If there is no focus point, then I will make the focus point out!

Based on these elements, which were scattered throughout the ring, Charles created six blades in one go.

A good blade flying ring was processed into the rudder shape by him.

"What?!"

Trist was controlling the flying ring's attack, and suddenly felt the flying ring's rotation be extremely resistant.

The six blades seemed to be welded to the ring, and gradually stopped the ring's rotation.

"Damn it!"

The two spiritual forces wrestled back and forth on the control of the flying ring, and they were at a stalemate.

Trist only felt that his mental power was draining rapidly!

When it comes to magic levels, Charles's true level is much higher than Trist's.

This was just a moment of stalemate, and the spiritual power of Trist's four rings was exhausted.

"Alright, be honest with me!"

Feeling that the ring finally stopped, Charles hooked his sledgehammer and threw it away.

The deformed Battle Blade Flying Ring broke away from the control of the two people's mental power at the same time and fell outside the school field.

According to the rules of the duel, weapons that fall outside the field can no longer be used.

Trist has little mental power left, and although "Spell-Breaking Warhammer" is only a second-level spell, it is not something that he can easily control when he barely steps into the fourth ring.

"Damn!"

Trist scolded secretly, took two steps with angry eyes, pointed the law-breaking war hammer in his hand at Charles from afar, and said hatefully:

"Hmph, force me to make a move, you will only die worse!"

Charles plucked his ears impatiently: "If you want to brag, go home and type the draft first." ”

As one of the candidates for the heir of the founding family, Trist has rarely dared to be treated so rudely.

"You're looking for death!"

The nameless fire turned into a bold and indomitable move, and blasted straight at Charles.

With the Warhammer family's family history, Trist's move is not only powerful, but also a tactical-level move that quickly closes the distance with the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, the Spell-Breaking Warhammer was like a black dragon, wrapped in wind pressure and roaring.

This time, Trist put away the heart of the enemy, and the powerful power of the ninth-level warrior poured out along the law-breaking war hammer!

"Bell!"

The hammers collide again!

For a while, the strong wind on the field overflowed, blowing the two of them in clothes!

Although he was disdainful, Charles was already ready to attack.

With one blow, he knew that the strength of Trist's ninth-level warriors was genuine, and there was no trace of water.

The muscles and bones of the two of them have been washed and moisturized by the power of crystals, and the power of muscles and bones alone is close to the limit of human beings.

has an intuitive understanding of each other's strength, and both of them gradually have a little more strength in their hands.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

In an instant, there were a few more hand-to-hand moves, and Trist felt the tearing sensation coming from the palm of his hand, and his heart was extremely surprised.

It stands to reason that Trist has been in the ninth level of the Warrior for a while, and what he has practiced is also a first-class breathing method, and the power of crystallization has almost been completed.

And the magic breaking weapon itself is also a heavy and indestructible weapon, and it is not afraid of any magic interference.

The front is hard, and the gap should not be large.

However, under the precise guidance of Mebis, when Charles was refining his flesh, he had an extremely high utilization rate of crystallization power, which was far from being comparable to Trist.

In addition, the nail-headed giant hammer is not only amazingly heavy, but it also made Trist suffer a small loss as soon as it came up.

Hmph, it's really a bit of strength.

It seems that physical strength alone cannot be relied upon!

Thinking of this, Trist struggled to set off the extremely heavy nail-headed hammer, jumped two steps away, and took a deep breath:

"Furnace breath, open!"

Crucible Breath is a breath technique that the Warhammer family has not yet passed down.

As the basis of a variety of secret techniques, it can not only be used to speed up cultivation, but also has an extremely domineering function.

Like Trist, using Crucible Breath during combat can temporarily compress the power of crystallization and store it in muscles.

When you attack, you release the power of crystals, and you can burst out with extremely strong power.

This kind of breathing secret method has a great load on the human body, and if the Chosen One with ordinary qualifications cultivates rashly, his muscles and bones will swell and break, or he will die on the spot.

"Knock knock, knock knock..."

It's a pounding heartbeat!

As the furnace breath turned, Trist's heart beat sharply, and even a trace of blood crept into his eyes.

Sensing that Trist dodged and retreated, his face suddenly looked a little strange, Charles wielded a giant hammer and rubbed his body up, and without saying a word, he made a move to overwhelm the dark clouds and rushed up.

Judging from the confrontation just now, the opponent's strength is obviously slightly inferior to him, and Charles does not intend to let go of this opportunity to pursue.

"Bell!"

Who knew that this originally unstoppable blow was easily defused by Trist.

"Come again!"

After a single blow failed, the silver hammer immediately turned into a violent storm and covered it again.

Charles's offensive is getting more and more fierce, but his steps are still retreating step by step:

"How did his power suddenly become so strong?"

"Bell!"

With each swing of Trist's hammer, his power gradually increased by a point, and the spell-breaking hammer completely turned into a black beast, rampage back and forth between the two.

After the collision of more than a dozen hammers, Trist's strength was more than twice as strong as before, and each blow shook Charles's palms numb.

Seeing Charles being suppressed, Jim on the sidelines was so anxious that he spun around in place, blaming himself vigorously, causing trouble and causing trouble to Lord Eagle.

On the side of the viewing platform, seeing that Trist had an obvious advantage, the academy faction immediately cheered up:

"It's worthy of being the top student of my War Spirit Academy!"

"I've heard that "Crucible Breath" is magical, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful!"

"I want to compare the hammer with the descendants of the Warhammer family, but this young eagle is still a little tender. ”

"It's still called the young eagle, after this duel, I don't know who the young eagle is!"

......

Finally, the continuous offensive was finally interrupted, and Trist easily shook Charles far away with a hammer in one hand, and gasped:

"Whew... Call... Give up, you have no chance of winning in front of my Crucible Breath!"

Feeling the numbness in his hands, Charles shook his hand while Trist was chattering, and his slender eyebrows froze:

"No odds?"

I saw a wave of qi suddenly rolling up under his feet, and layers of light and shadow appeared on his body, flashing silver light in the noon sun.

"You, try it again?"

The silver light flashed, and the audience suddenly boiled.

There are all visionary characters present, how not to recognize this light and shadow.

"Fight, fight!"

"It's Zhan Gang!"

"General! The Eagle is a general!"

"How is that possible!"

......

And the most surprising people were the few young people who came to watch the battle from the lion gang.

"No, it can't be!"

The two young swordsmen looked at each other with an incredibly frightened look on their faces.

At the Green Lion's Mansion that day, Lucas and Haythal, two of the best young swordsmen of the Lions, had fought a drunken Charles.

Although both of them lost extremely quickly, they still had a certain idea of the strength of this young eagle.

The strength of the blow on the body is only the level of a warrior at the top of the eighth level.

But who knew that it was only two months since I saw him, and the other party had already advanced to the rank of general!

Not to mention the boiling on the first floor, even the top of the second floor was shocked.

"Tina, have you taken a closer look?"

Mrs. Garrett turned to the side, her clear and beautiful eyes still showing the slight look of shock.

Mrs. Sainz looked at the silver glow in the sunlight and murmured:

"It's Zhan Gang... Yilman lost unjustly. ”

"Look, that's what people call real geniuses... Huh?"

Marquis Flying Fish gloated, turning his head to see how ugly the Warhammer Master's face was.

Unbeknownst to everyone, there were no varying degrees of consternation on their faces, only the Warhammer family master was so excited that he raised his eyebrows and held the handrail tightly.

Looking at the old man's abnormal expression, the Marquis of Flying Fish pondered for a while, and suddenly a terrible thought came to his mind:

"Hey, you... It's not going to even pass that on to Trist!"