There was a wireless battle intent burst out in his eyes, and the rapid breakthrough a few days ago caused his strength to be a little vain now, and he needed a lot of battles to stabilize his strength, so he didn't even change his clothes, and followed the two of them directly to the entrance of the courtyard.

The two brought Mogar to the third-year battle stage, and now it is Sisya Badrona against the third-year veteran George, although George has been in the third grade for two years, and the transformation of fog soul power is extremely slow, but his strength is very solid.

Within ten moves, a third-level magic 'stone spear' of the earth system knocked Sisiya off the battlefield, as long as George can survive ten days and 19 challenges, then he can use Sisya's original courtyard.

He left the arena to rest, waiting for the challenge in the afternoon, and then the referee called out Mojiaer's name, as soon as he stepped onto the stage, there was a burst of discussion from the audience, it seems that the duel in the Soul Arena brought a lot of popularity to Mojiaer.

His opponent was an old cadet Paku, who had been in the third year for a year, and at the moment when the battle between the two was about to break out, Mogar suddenly shouted to stop:

"Wait, that mentor, can I add some color?"

The third-year referee tutor was stunned for a moment: "The academy does not stipulate that students cannot add bets on their own, can you..."

"200 gold, if you agree, then you can get started. Without waiting for the mentor to finish, Mogar shouted at the person opposite.

"Why, I challenged you..."

"I took your challenge just now, and now I'm challenging you, hmph, hurry up, come to fight if you want, don't get out of here, don't hinder me from making money. ”

"Okay, I'm afraid you're not a new promotion, even if your performance in the arena is extraordinary, you're just a cub who has just entered the academy for a year, hmph. ”

"That's a lot of nonsense, mentor, then please testify, 500 gold coins, remember to give it to me later. ”

Paku directly released the magic, two 'wind spikes' appeared, followed by a 'wind arrow' shot, and then a pair of huge antlers crashed into Mogar, not giving Mogar a chance at all, I don't know if it was intentional, the magic released by Paku happened to be used by Mogar in the arena.

As a third-year student, the speed and power of the magic release are beyond imagination, Mo Jiaer stimulated the battle qi, and released two wind auxiliary magic, only to avoid the two 'wind thorns', his right index finger was faintly red, and the increase in the strength of his body made Mo Jiaer's secret book 'Flame King' promoted to a third-level secret codex, and the power increased again:

"Shooting Star"

The index finger pointed to the 'arrow of the wind', 'bang', and the 'arrow of the wind' burst into light and scattered.

"Meteor Fall"

Immediately after the antlers were blasted, he kicked the ground with his legs, passing through the sky, and the red halo filled the entire fist:

"Bonfire Light Dance"

The fist slammed into Paku, just hitting his third-level magic 'Wind Turbine', and the swirling cyan energy and the red halo continued to collide, sending sparks in all directions.

Mo Jiaer's two fulcrum battle qi were activated at the same time, and suddenly a stream of steam dispersed from his fist, and his attack power increased dramatically, crushing the cyan energy in one fell swoop, and the qi wave made the two of them retreat and separate.

Mogar withdrew his right fist, stretched his palm, and the halo faded, and his voice rang out:

"You've lost, next!"

"I'm still standing, what's the matter..."

A sharp thorn with a cyan halo pressed against Paku's throat, and a drop of blood slowly slid down the thorn, and a little coldness in his throat startled Paku to shut up immediately.

"Hmph, you'll only use battle qi, and if you use magic, you'll definitely be defeated. ”

The thorns slowly dissipated, and Mo Jiaer shook his shoulders, indicating that it didn't matter.

"500 gold coins, if you agree, then let's get started. ”

Paku stepped off the stage, and at the same time another third-year student stepped up to the stage, and before he could stand still, he was startled by Mogar's words.

"You... I throw in the towel. ”

Mogar's second challenge is over, and the third person comes on:

"I agree, let's do it. ”

In this battle, Mojar can be said to have gone all out, except that he didn't use offensive magic, and even used the seventh-level secret book 'Wind Hinge' to blast this person out of the battlefield.

Without a break, Mojar accepted the challenge again, the bet increased to 800 gold coins, this battle was relatively easy, the battle was over, he finally felt a little tired, and the battle qi in the two fulcrums was also consumed by more than half, although it took time to recover the consumed battle qi, but the 1600 gold coins won were exchanged for soul points and entered the Rubik's Cube, which was enough to make up for the lost time.

He stepped off the stage, squeezed his way out of the crowd, and before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a fat man.

"You want to challenge me too, Papabhu!"

"No, no, I just heard that there was a new third-year student who was crazy about taking on a challenge, so I came to see it, but I didn't expect it to be you. ”

Mo Jiaer looked around, and sure enough, he found that there were more and more figures, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind, hooked Papabhu's fat neck, and said as he walked:

"I see, fat man, do I want to discuss something with you?"

......

In the afternoon, Mojar came to the third-grade battle platform at the entrance of the Twilight Villa again, Papabu didn't know where to get a list of Mogar's battles, which had a general introduction to the information about the opponents, he moved a table, sat opposite the judge mentor, openly opened a casino, and opened up an 'alternative battlefield', seeing the mentor's face turned blue, but he was helpless.

Based on Mojiaer's record in the morning, his odds are 1:2, and the odds of the first opponent in the afternoon game are 1:5.

In the first battle, Mogar once again set a bet of 1,000 gold coins, still using the strength of the warrior, and knocked the opponent down in the eighth round.

After three battles in a row, until the last trace of battle qi was exhausted, Mo Jiaer used the third-level magic 'Elven Sigh' to make the opponent's body lose control, kick him off the battlefield, and end the third battle.

Perhaps it was too easy for Mogar to win, causing more than ninety percent of the people to bet on Mogar, and Papabhu had to reduce his odds to 1:1.5, while his fourth opponent's odds rose to 1:6, a move that directly caused five students who were optimistic about Mogar to transfer their bets to his opponent.

Seeing this meeting, Papabu stood up and squeezed his eyes at Mojar, who realized that he would fight 'very hard' in the next battle, and the magic release was extremely incoherent, sometimes a second-level magic had to brew several breaths before it could be released, his opponent seemed to find that Mojar was abnormal, and his spirit was shocked, and the first-level and second-level earth magic was uninterrupted, and Mojar was 'defeated and retreated', and finally was knocked off the battlefield by the third-level magic 'Earth Burst Technique'.

Mogar fell to the ground, 'vomited' two mouthfuls of blood, his lips were white, he struggled to get up, he looked extremely weak but did not forget to put down the cruel words, and then he would challenge this opponent again.

There were countless sighs around him, and more curses, at least 150 students pressed gold coins and soul points on Mo Jiaer, and as soon as he lost, these people would have to tighten their belts to live.

When Mojar left, Papabhu's casino lost its meaning of existence, and a group of people around him turned their eyes to Papabhu, looking like a wolf and a tiger, seeing him in a cold sweat, especially the pressure from the two fifth-grade students, making him feel as if his body was about to lose his own, if it weren't for the occasional glance of the judge tutor, it is estimated that he would be torn to pieces by this group of people.