Harry found an open space and stood on it and walked around repeatedly, and Madison thought he was thinking and didn't care. In fact, Harry had already started preparing for magic!

Since he couldn't know the secret of the other's magic, Harry didn't dwell on it, but found another way. Remembering that he had bombed the Magic Guild in the past, what was a vacant lot today. Harry kept separating the fire powder on the ground under his feet, and also used the separation technique to make a hollow 'hole' under his feet, although the explosion of the fire powder did not require air participation, but the solid ground could not use fire magic to detonate the fire 'potion', so this empty 'hole' was to hold a fireball, and you can't throw a fireball openly, wouldn't it be like that.

Hearing Harry's shout, Madison looked incredulous! He knew? I didn't know, how could he know! The figure upstairs muttered to himself, "How did he know?"

Harry pretended to pose as Medivan and cast a fireball in the empty 'hole' under the ground, which exploded with a 'boom' in the ground, but it was more powerful than Medivan's move. However, when the ground cracked, a cloud of smoke came out, revealing that it was not consistent with Medivan's magic.

The figure upstairs was relieved, "It turned out that it was just a simple imitation of power, I thought he really knew, I didn't understand, if only he could really understand, hey!"

Medivan also saw that this move was not his own move at all, but it was similar on the surface. But 'Desire' wanted to declare Harry a failure, only to find himself without an excuse.

"How's it going?" Harry was actually a little uneasy, after all, this magic was completely different, but it was similar in performance, and strictly speaking, if Medivan said that he was not good, there was nothing he could do.

Medivan was also in a dilemma, if Harry was declared a failure, then he would have to explain the principle of his magic, but he couldn't explain this trick, because he didn't use any magic principle to cast it at all. It's like he just throws flour and water into the machine to make a bunch of noodles, but he doesn't understand the principle inside the machine, and of course he can't explain it.

Originally, Medivan thought that Harry must be too late to imitate and automatically admit defeat, and he could also avoid the step of explanation, but he didn't want Harry to know how to imitate this trick from the performance. On the surface, it was indeed 7 or 8 points similar to his own crack, but the substance was completely different, at least he didn't feel any earth elemental 'waves' in Harry just now.

After hesitating for a long time, Medivan sighed and said, "Count you through! It's time for you to solve the problem!" He couldn't admit that he didn't know what was going on with the magic he cast.

Although Harry who was lucky enough to pass was a little strange, he still secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he still underestimated this Medivan, who knows what strange magic he will wait for, for the trick just now, Harry is no longer full of confidence in himself, the world of magic is vast (1) (6) χS°Cò○М boundless, he is just a corner of the peep, he really can't be too complacent.

In the blink of an eye, Harry decided to kill Medivan in seconds, leaving him not even a chance to step on shit. Ling 'Bo' under his feet took a slight step, flashed left and right, jumped into the air again, flashed several times, and landed steadily in front of Medivan, "How?"

The people next to him didn't understand, "What is this kid doing after dancing there for a long time?"

"I don't know, maybe he's crazy!"

"I don't think so, maybe he's preparing a powerful spell, it's just a prep event. ”

"That makes sense, then this magic should be amazing! I don't know if Maddie can imitate it. ”

"It should ...... No problem......

............

Medivan didn't quite understand either, and looked at Harry in a daze.

"Was there a wind elemental wave?" Harry asked.

"Nope!"

"Then please answer the question!"

Seeing that Medivan was still stunned, Harry explained with a smile: "As long as you can significantly increase your speed without the assistance of wind magic, then even if you win!"

The result was obvious, how could the mystery of Ling 'Bo' Weibu be able to be understood by the completely clueless Medivan within three minutes? He had no choice but to honestly admit defeat.

Wendou, Harry wins!

Seeing that Harry won the first game, the onlookers couldn't help but be very disappointed, but they were not unconvinced. After all, the three questions made by Medivin are also very tricky and difficult magic, but Harry can answer them one by one, and everyone on the field thinks that they can't imitate any of the three magics, so although they are disappointed, they have nothing to say. One can only hope that Wu Dou can win back a game, and then defeat Harry in the final duel, and win two rounds can be regarded as saving face for the students. After all, Wen Dou is all 'fine', small, and clever magic, as a level 6 magician, Medivan can't take advantage, and the later martial arts and battles are all real competitive strength, and they are still quite confident in Medivan.

"Devon actually lost? This is too bad, Devon will definitely win, they still have to have a third duel, no! After saying that, the figure upstairs left in a hurry.

Now it's time for the martial arts competition, and although Medivan lost the first game, he didn't show anything on his face, and he still seemed confident to beat Harry. Harry is also quite confident in his tornado, his tornado is also a level 6.5 magic, unless the other party can cast high-level magic, otherwise it must not be his opponent, isn't Medivan still close to breaking through level 6, then he will win.

"Let's go to the arena for martial arts, it's safe. Medivan said with a smile.

"I'm free!"

"Please!"

The two entered the arena and each chose a position to stand, and Medivan pointed to a position in front of the two and said, "Let's put the magic there, and each of us will touch with the magic of the greatest power, and whoever loses the magic first will lose." ”

"Good!" replied Harry, cheerfully.

"Here we go!"

Harry began to cast the tornado intently, but this time he didn't spare his hand, and the mana continued to be 'pumped', but it was more complete than the one in the edge forest, until there was only a little bit of magic left. This tornado was 8 or 9 meters high, almost close to a level 7 authentic tornado, and Harry, whose face was pale, used his last bit of strength to urge the tornado to roll towards the target point.