The magician takes off his robe and fights with his upper body, which is the traditional dueling ritual of magicians. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because of the slow casting of spells in the early stages of spell generation, the need to condense elements, or the need for excessively lengthy spells, mages are often accustomed to sneak attacks.

In order to prevent the appearance of magic patterns on the skin, the fierce intent is exposed in advance, and the elements used are also prevented, so the surface of the body is covered with a robe with high coverage...... Some people even have strange patterns tattooed on their bodies, covering them or enhancing them with special materials.

The custom has been passed down, only when gambling on the reputation of the magician's decisive battle, will they deliberately expose their fighting spirit and the magic elements used to each other, today there are not many people who practice the ancient rites, because more and more magicians and even female magicians join, so that both sides will not continue this barbaric ancient rites.

"I'm afraid it doesn't count, you can't see it, I'm just afraid of soiling my robe." Reginard said lightly, furious in his heart, but frosty indifference on the outside.

"Then I will give it up." Li Qing clasped his hands together, saluted respectfully, and then put on a starting gesture-

A rather bizarre posture, standing on one foot, arms outstretched as if spreading wings.

Gently hooked his fingertips at his flattened palm, signaling that he was ready to start.

Reginald's figure flashed.

It was indeed just a flash, the unique arrogance of the thunder element overflowed the energy into a thunder light that enveloped the whole body, and in the silver light of the thunder and lightning, it was like a charging white knight, rushing like carrying thousands of thunder!

The next killing move was a real punch, using the bonus of the speed of the hurricane to exert a power far beyond the limit of ordinary people, his arms gathered a rich earth element, they protected his bones, preventing this punch from breaking his forearm by the way, and the cast time was between the breath of the hurricane just now.

After all, Li Qing had given up the path of magic and turned to martial arts, even if he was talented in martial arts, he would not achieve much in a short period of time.

Without relying on magic, he had no chance of winning.

However, at the very beginning of this battle, he realized that his judgment was wrong.

Strange dark golden lines, which felt like magic patterns, but not the breath of magic. They spread rapidly on Li Qing's bronzed skin, like hidden meridians under the skin, floating to the surface of the skin, actually forming the strongest protection.

Even if Reginad condensed the attack of thunder, he would not be able to break it.

This is something that Reginard prides himself on, using magic to generate extreme speed, thus unleashing powerful impact potential in the simplest of punches and kicks.

Pseudo-magic? Or should I say pseudo-body surgery?

All in all, it was he, as a magician, who developed a trick to deal with magicians.

But this is useless to Li Qing.

Li Qing had already cultivated physical arts, and hand-to-hand combat was what he wanted. But—

Even if Li Qing really achieved something in physical skills in just one month, what he used was the power of the mortal womb of the flesh after all.

Reginald's rapid movement method, as well as the terrifying impact generated by the momentum of thunder piercing stones, how could Li Qing be able to achieve?

Reginad squinted his eyes and stared at Li Qing in front of him seriously, his mind spinning rapidly.

It should be some kind of bizarre way to drain power.

His impact force, which was enough to break through the stubborn stone, was offset and erased by Li Qing with some strange method of dissipation.

Since brute force can't be broken, what about elemental power?

Reginard took a deep breath, and the bright blue electric light under his feet instantly reached a hundred steps away, closed his eyes and condensed the spell, and the magic array suddenly appeared, and the magic power ignited an orange flame in the palm of his hand.

Flame Blast.

A merciless spell.

After hitting the target, this terrifying blazing flame will infiltrate the opponent's body, distorting in an instant, merging with the wrapped flame element, and the flame pillar will explode!

Reginard didn't want to kill Li Qing, because in the short time he had just had to fight, he already knew that the person in front of him was an opponent he would never be able to defeat without exerting all his strength.

Really.

Even magic as powerful as the Flame Explosion seemed to be kept out of this strange shield.

The scorching flame element, and the twisted and destructive magic, could not penetrate the dark golden shield in the slightest.

It's simply impeccable.

Is this Ionia's magical method of luck? That kind of magical energy that connects the body and the spirit between breathing and breathing? I didn't expect that with Li Qing's superb talent, he would be self-taught so quickly!

Reginald was so shocked that his mind was about to stop, and before he could find a way to fight this protective technique, Li Qing's counterattack had already begun.

Li Qing came out of his palm.

He was blindfolded and couldn't seem to see Reginald's location, this palm looked so ridiculous, it was clear that they were dozens of steps away from each other!

But Reginald clearly felt a powerful palm wind blowing in front of him.

There was no terrible rush, it seemed like the aftermath of being too far away. didn't have time to wonder what the intention of this blow was, Li Qing suddenly changed his posture, raised a bare foot, and flew to kick it!

Reginald stepped on the blue electric light and flashed away. The wind whistled against his equally muscular body, like a blade faintly chilling in this season.

Li Qing's foot, as if he had eyes, could track his direction!

As the noise of lightning fell, a powerful kick slammed into his chest.

Reginald activated the spell almost to the limit, and in just a moment for him to react, the triple protective magic array appeared in front of the chest that was about to be forced.

Li Qing's offensive was like a bamboo, and the magic spell that appeared blocked his attack, but he quickly took out his palm, this protective magic array was as thin as a cicada's wings, but its composition had its own hole.

The force exerted by Li Qing must reach the peak of the protective magic array, and the superposition of the triple demon array is not a simple addition, and in just a short fight, Reginard can't help but be quite jealous of this ancient martial art.

Li Qing's palm wind was blocked, his ears trembled, as if he heard something, and then, the blocked palm turned from fierce to soft, his wrist twisted, and the power of dripping water through the stone was hidden in the softness, and then-

It's just a matter of moments. His Demon Array Dao Dao is broken!

The shield of protection condensed by Reginald's powerful spell was easily shattered under his fists and feet, turning into a cloud of crystal dust that dissipated into the air.

Losing his protection, Reginald flew straight backwards.

The wind quickly converged on his chest, and he planned to borrow the fragments of magic that had not yet dissipated from the broken demon array just now, and condense another atmospheric shield to remedy it, however, he realized that something more serious.

Li Qing's attack collided with the air shield, and under this high-intensity explosion, he once again had a vertigo-like overdraft feeling, and the same was true of the three-layer shield just now, before the shield reached its limit, it was his spiritual power that was the first to be broken.

It was that momentary tiredness and trance that made the shield easily dissipate into the wind, just as it had just been when the magic shield broke.

At that moment, the spiritual power was like a fragile chain breaking.

All the attacks he thought he thought were formidable, but in fact they were as powerful as the magic shield he condensed, they had already been greatly reduced.

It was as if his soul, or body, was incomplete.

It's because of those spirit powers, those spirit powers that were lost in the death kiss of the nine-tailed demon fox.

Now he is extremely weak compared to when he came. He never realized the problem, and it was entirely due to the fact that he had never experienced such a extreme duel.

It turns out that this is fate.

- He thought he was gifted, he could see through things, and he was determined to change things.

But after all, it was still toyed with applause.

"That's it, Reginald, you're not in shape."

"But I can't lose." He struggled to get up, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and the ground bloomed with a shocking red.

It was as if the blood-colored remnant sun hanging from the sky had fallen on the ground.

Li Qing smiled faintly, turned around, and said calmly:

"It's over. Reginald, with your full strength, I may not have any chance of winning. Today I don't know why you let me get away with it. But why bother? That's fate. I'm not going back to the War College. I believe that this Ionian way is the peace and tranquility I seek, and not your utopian dream, which if it had been established by tolerating evil forces and paying blood, would be an organization that fights for its own ugly selfish desires in the name of peace. ”

The word is cone.

"Maybe you're right, but I have to keep going." Reginard lowered his head and let out a self-deprecating, utterly snorting laugh. "There is no choice."

The body that was holding on finally fell to the ground.

Li Qing stood silent for a while and slowly left.

The setting sun dragged his shadow long, and the shadow fell in front of him as if it were running through an iron curtain, slowly dissolving into his heart.

Then night came, swallowing up all light.

The sun sets and the moon rises, but tonight's moonlight is also hidden behind the black fog by the black clouds in the sky.

A starry and dim night.

Reginad lay on the ground, motionless, as if staring at the dark starry sky.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Come out." I know it's you, Ahri, and you've been following me. ”

Knowing that she had been discovered, Ahri got out of the tree, her head hung down, and she looked gray, moving little by little, like a child who had made a mistake.

It stands to reason that she should be happy about it.

She had just seen her hated dead weak chicken beaten to the ground and suffered enough, she should even jump off the tree in ecstasy, screaming and laughing at him: "See if you have failed? Did it crash? ”

But she doesn't feel it at all now.

She had always wanted to see his embarrassed, angry, frustrated side, and now she finally got her wish.

But the feeling in my heart ...... But it was sour, and it ached.

Ahri didn't know why she was like this.

"You won." Reginard grinned, a little angry at the blinking, poor nine-tailed fox, and smiled at her. "You helped him defeat me."