Fifteen minutes into the intermission, Mu En looked at Dan with a nervous expression, but Dan's face didn't show much emotion, as if it was just an ordinary thing.

"Hey, if you can't hold on, don't hold on, there's no shame in losing to him. Mu En looked at his indifferent attitude, but he faintly felt uneasy.

Teacher Ansu took a sip of water, and deliberately rinsed his mouth loudly and said: "What Mu En said is not wrong at all, you have completed the task to win a game, and the teacher is proud of you." ”

After both of them finished speaking, Dan looked at Caesar with a smile, "Won't you say something to me?"

Caesar looked up at him, still with a calm and haughty look in his eyes.

"No outsider can beat the truth of the top three in my Lei Yuan. ”

Dan smiled even more, "That's really unreasonable. ”

He looked up in the direction where Mordred was resting, and Mordred happened to be looking at him, and the two waved to each other.

"But I like it. He said this as he waved his hand.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and after fifteen minutes of rest, Dan's magic power also returned to about sixty percent.

The premonition in Mu En's heart became stronger and stronger, and he told Dan again before going on stage.

"It's just a game, don't hurt yourself. ”

Dan turned around and patted him on the shoulder, teasing that if you talk like this, you will become a big aunt in the future.

The referee stood in the middle of the ring, directed the two to the designated position, and then slowly floated out with his hands behind his back.

The moment the referee leaves the ring completely, that's when the game officially begins.

Dan took a deep breath, this time he didn't choose the spear, but his hands were nothing, this was not his arrogance, but his free hands to let the rhythm of the ten fingers become his best tool to manipulate magic.

At this time, the sound of tide and thunder is faintly emerging, like a storm on the shore.

The figures of both sides began to move at the same time, but unlike Mordred's straightforwardness, Dan avoided the battle, always tossing and turning in the ring, looking irregular, and the spell he planted was also scattered by Mordred.

"It's not going to work, what is he thinking?" Caesar frowned, unable to guess such a meaningless move.

Mordred apparently noticed this as well, pausing to break the thirteenth spell and asked, "Don't you want to win?"

Dan shook his head, pointed to the charm on the ground that had just been shattered by Mordred, and said, "This is a secret talisman that I came up with myself, and when broken, it will grab the magic of the person who destroyed it, and it will be difficult for the person who lost it to detect at the time." ”

Mordred raised his eyebrows and stared at himself, realizing that sure enough, thirteen trickles of magic were leaving him, and because the way of circulation was unheard of, he couldn't break the sigil in a short time.

"It's a good sigil, but it's still very low compared to the mana you've put in. ”

Still smiling, Dan didn't comment, instead asking an irrelevant question.

"What's your 'talent'?"

Mordred leaned down and shifted her steps, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity.

"Guess. ”

"It doesn't matter. The curvature of Dan's lips slowly converged, and he began to unleash his magic power without hesitation.

Although he couldn't control so much power very precisely, he still caused Mordred a lot of trouble, feeling the heavy and dense magic coming towards him, even if he could find a gap in it and defuse the attack with less cost, it was still not a good choice.

"What are you hesitating about in the last game?" Dan's voice rang out at the right time, stirring Mordred's nerves.

A swagger appeared on Mordred's face, he drew his sword from its sheath, the magic on his body surged, and his left hand gently brushed the blade of the sword, and the long sword seemed to have faded from its scabbard again.

The sound of breaking through the air followed the tide of mana as the blade crashed into Dan.

Mordred was pleasantly surprised to find that this magic tide was not so simple, although its precision was not as precise as Dan's previous game, but it was not simply a magic release, and there were traces of details in the high-density magic.

It made him even more excited, even if it cost him more mana.

"You're the opponent I'm fighting for the first time in a long time!" Mordred's grim mask finally lifted, and he finally began to look forward to the quarterfinals ahead.

Dan smiled in return, then raised his left index finger to his lips.

"Shhhh ”

With that inaudible sound, Mordred felt that the magic in his body suddenly disappeared for no reason, and then he was blown out by the wind of the condensed magic power, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up smoke and dust.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes, as if he was curious about what had just happened.

"It's my talent – aphasia. Dan didn't seem to be surprised, but explained in a calm voice, "It can make magicians whose magic power is below a certain limit within a certain range lose their remaining magic power, and the magic power deprived by the spell just now will increase as your magic output increases." ”

Mordred nodded in surprise, "Not bad." ”

"But I'm running out of magic anymore, so I'm ...... now"

Dan said, stepping back with his right foot and taking a stance.

"Fists and feet, please advise. ”

Mordred stood up, dusted herself off, and threw her sword away, making the standard, Southland etiquette.

"Please advise!"

The palace of the Annu family has always been shrouded in a thick magic circle, even a saint cannot spy on it from the outside, but today there is a wisp of breath revealed in that magic circle, which can reveal the breath of a thick magic circle, and the master must be very strong.

The smell was too unusual to blind the two saints, who had nothing to do but drink tea and chat. Umash glanced over there, and Tavasis told him not to care.

"Does this happen often?"

"No, I guess someone broke through. ”

"Your Majesty?"

"Impossible, except for the founding lord who has become a saint, the only king who can break through to the grandmaster is his son. It is obviously unrealistic for the Grandmaster to break through the isolation of the magic circle. ”

"You're not worried at all, but the smell does feel a little familiar to me. ”

Umash stood up, looking through the clouds surrounding the tower to look at the Imperial City, but found no clue.

Ansher sat by the lake, feeling the breeze like a lover's breath.

This is what the king said, and there are a few lakes on the mainland where Pegasus appear, the Moon Drinking Spring.

But Pegasus seems to have been lazy these days, and he's been sitting here for seven days, and still no divine descendant has come out to see the young man who can walk under the throne in three steps.

He didn't say anything, he couldn't have forced Tenma to save himself by committing suicide, because in that case, his soul would be dusted and he no longer deserved to be saved by Tenma.

So he can only sit here and wait for the drinking Pegasus to appear.

"If you don't come out, you can see if I'm thirsty or not, and you'll be done." ”

...... Wasn't it true that he stepped into the forest three times because of some other strange reason?

In the ring, both sides had the same moves, and Dan didn't seem to be in a hurry, he had now gone from being a disdog to an advantage, as he could have kept his distance from Mordred and waited for his magic to return.

"Is your talent going to disappear forever as long as you don't get out of that range?" Strangely enough, Mordred also seemed to be in no hurry, and even had the leisure to chat.

"Not necessarily, there are individual exceptions. "Dan is not stupid enough to tell all his secrets, although their voices are not loud, but the cultivation of those noble representatives sitting on it is not dry.

"It's a pity, Karna must like to watch it. But why don't they suddenly use magic?" Of course, Mu En in the audience couldn't hear what they were saying, so he could only half-look and half-guess.

Ansu sat on the side and explained to him, not optimistic about Dan.

"They're about the same age, and I think Dan still has a chance to win. And you didn't say he could wait for his mana to return, I think it's stable. Mu En is very optimistic, he has never fought Dan, and he doesn't know how Dan's fists and feet are, but if he thinks he can beat Karna, at least it won't be too bad.

But the two on the stage didn't pull too much, and they had already collided together.

"Why don't you wait for your mana to recover?"

"I should repay you the favor of the second game. ”

Mordred smiled, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if you wait for the mana to recover, you may still have some chances of winning." With that, Mordred threw punches like the wind, and Ling Dan was almost overwhelmed by the sharp moves.

The martial arts of the southerners were primitive and ferocious, and in the hinterland of the empire, the imperial capital was located in the middle of two great rivers in the rich plains, and people rarely saw this kind of combat skills full of pragmatism and wild beauty.

Mordred is sometimes like a fierce lion, sometimes like a rhinoceros full of flesh, and is willing to punch his enemies while also being willing to ram them with his body at the cost of losing his center of gravity.

He was like a beast.

In just a few minutes, Dan's soft flank had already taken several heavy blows, and even his full strength could not stop the pain from coming from the place where each attack fell.

The big gulp of rough air brought out the heat of the body, but it was also obvious that the accumulated power would be dissipated by the opponent's next attack before the attack.

The two were indignant after several collisions, and they were already sweating profusely. Dan Yangtian burst into the air, and even sweat flowed into his mouth, urging the remaining magic in his body.

Mordred also roared and rushed towards him again, smashing the flow of magic in the circuit with three punches that were so desperate that his body was swaying violently!

The final punch was Mordred that smashed Dan into the chest.

Countless heavy blows, combined with the backlash of mana, caused Dan to cough up blood and fall straight to the ground.

Mordred turned away, his chaotic aura signaling that he wasn't at ease at the moment.

But the emotionless referee was slow to decide his victory, and he looked at the snow robe, only to find the man's eyes behind him.

Mordred turned his head, and Dan was half-on his knees, struggling to get to his feet.

"Do you want to fight?"

"Hah...... Ha...... What are you talking about...... Dream talk, I'm the second place in Kungunir Academy, how can I lose under your hands. ”

Mu En, who was in the audience, looked at the situation on the stage intently, and his sideburns were faintly sweaty, because he found that the fighting skills he was proud of seemed to be difficult to break through such a wide open and closed but thick and thin move.

"That's it!Dan!admit defeat!" he shouted into the ring.

"Admit defeat?!How can you betray the virtue of a fighter!Mu En!" Hearing this, Dan suddenly stood up from nowhere, turned his head to the audience and asked.

Muen was silent, and he suddenly remembered the showdown with Monroe.

Then for the first time, he began to ask himself whether the so-called virtue of a fighter was a false lie or a pillar of the soul.

Otherwise, how could he get back on his feet again at such a time?

It's just an inconsequential game.

"The virtue of a fighter is not to die and not to return. Mordred looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression.

"You are a true warrior, and I offer you my respect—and unreserved respect!"

With that, Mordred's body began to make a continuous explosion, shaking away the smoke and dust around him, and his momentum continued to rise.

"My talent! is advent. It is recorded in the first book of the Code of Talents, page 37. The effect is—"

Mu En stood up suddenly, his magic surging unconsciously, and then he was suppressed back into his body by the referee.

He knew the ability, he memorized this dry codex, he understood what might happen.

"Dan! Admit defeat! The ability to descend is-"

Words rang out in unison, sounding the noun that sounded exciting.

"The gods descend to earth!"

The Law of Words followed, and a huge illusory daylight appeared behind Mordred, and as one of the few innate abilities that could intuitively perceive and determine the strength of the talent, the "Arrival" was naturally magnificent.

At this moment, Mordred does not have the blessing of magic power, but the moment he punches, there is still wind and thunder!

"Good fellow, this kid is 'Advent A', it's amazing......" Prince Killian stood up and paced through the spacious VIP room, he was pleasantly surprised.

Dan was concentrated, and flew out upside down, even his clothes were broken into rags by the power of the punch, and countless fine scars appeared on his body.

"Dan!" Mu En ran forward almost instinctively, and then was waved back into position.

Ansu frowned and pressed Mu En, telling him not to be impatient, if something really happened, the referee would take action.

The Heavenly Shadow descended for fifteen seconds, then faded away in countless visions, and Mordred looked even more tired.

But he didn't show the loss of his stunt too early, he just looked at Dan and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm still too uncalm, otherwise maybe there wouldn't be a need to show this to everyone so early." But - I don't regret it, you're worth it. ”

Dan was lying on the ground, suddenly coughing, his arm trembling, as if he was still trying to get up on the ground.

Mordred looked at the scene and frowned, a hint of confusion and annoyance in her eyes.

"Do you want to die, what else is there to fight?!" he retorted.

Dan didn't reply, because doing anything superfluous at this time would drain the strength he had so hard built-up.

He stood up again......

He stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers, as if to say, "Come again." ”

"it!" Mordred angrily stepped forward and threw a punch to knock him out of the ring.

But Dan raised his arm to block the heavy blow and swung his fist out.

And Mordred easily grabbed Dan's wrist and raised his knee!

Dan's screams reached everyone's ears, and there was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

Mordred stood in place, suddenly feeling the magic return to his body out of thin air, and the referee's voice announcing the end of the game also sounded at this time.

Mu En was stunned for two seconds, and then turned into a rage, he broke free of the hand of Teacher Ansu who didn't want to continue to hold him down, and the cyan thunder came out wantonly, suddenly turning into a vast color that had never been before, enveloping his body.

"Presumptuous. The referee looked at Mu En, who was rushing to the ring, and his eyes froze, and the spatial enchantment appeared there out of thin air.

But Muen is still moving forward at high speed.

All the people were attracted by this sudden accident, and the space mage of the tower couldn't suppress a child?

"Maude—Red!" Ning Hua's thunder gun roared down.

The disciple of the Pope raised his head and looked at the thunder spear blankly, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to think, and his body was not dodging or blocking.

The referee tried many times in confusion, but found that his magic could not lock on to the boy wrapped in thunder, nor could it lock on to the vast thunder gun.

There was no way, he had to come to the young man in an instant a second before the thunder gun pierced Modredza, waved his hand to smash the thunder gun, and then swung it again, and the back of Muen's neck fell to the ground as if it had been hit hard.

But Muen didn't faint, probably because he fainted often now, which gave him some strange resistances.

Muen rose from the ground and looked at Mordred angrily.

"It's just a game, you actually said that he was injured like this!" Mu Enqi trembled, and the elements around him were still crackling. "I swear. I will definitely beat you. ”

Mordred won the game, but his mood was a little low, but he nodded anyway.

"I'll wait for you, but I won't show mercy to you, and I can't show mercy to you. He said to an angry Muen.

Mu En walked over slowly, picked up Dan, who had fainted because of the broken arm, and turned to leave.

The mage, dressed in a snow robe, seemed to acquiesce in the lawlessness, and did not stop it again or issue a warning.

Because Ansu was standing behind him with his arms crossed, unscrupulously exposing his aura of being a little stronger than a high-level mage. This is undoubtedly a naked provocation and threat.

"You want to threaten a magus in the Tower?" the referee asked quietly.

"You're M, this tattered robe was already eating dust in the closet when Lao Tzu was a pilgrim decades ago. Are you not convinced? On stage, our old man will talk about juvenile madness? Don't worry, I won't bully you, I will only fight you in a single loop. How's that? sissy?"

"I'll report it to the inner court as it is. ”

"Listening to you rotten person, I feel like I'm back in elementary school, you shouldn't happen to have missed your homework, right?"