Ivan and Ciel are complaining like crazy.

The atmosphere on the side gradually became dangerous.

"I really hate your stinky face, I hope he can laugh later."

As Ivan said, Abel did anger Peter Fresa Jr. and the other two.

The person who was madly dissed by friends and enemies at the same time was unconscious, and still maintained that underwhelming look, half-squinting his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that you said the same thing in the rookie king competition, but I can't remember who cried in the end, do you remember?"

Little Peter Fresa trembled with anger.

The other party's mocking tone reminded him of his humiliating past.

It was a failure he couldn't forget, and he couldn't bear to lose to such a freak in the nobility as a member of the Peterfrasa family.

"That's enough, I'll let you know today what happened to anger me."

The three aristocratic youths raised their staffs and began to recite the prepared incantation in their mouths.

"Tut-tut, if you say this, you still choose this cowardly way, it's really a shame for your family."

Able also took off his wand, and for a moment the wind raged, and countless elemental spirits gathered here.

"But it's not that different."

"Aren't you going to help him?" Ciel asked the boy next to her, and she saw that Ivan had no intention of supporting Able in the slightest.

"Let that idiot deal with it himself, I'd like to take a closer look at him."

In fact, Ivan was still thinking about the spell that Able had defeated him in the team match. If he chooses to go out directly to help Abel at this time, the result will definitely be that Peter Fresa's side is out quickly, so Ivan will not have a chance to witness that move again, "Transformation Fire, Nine Flame Dragon Flash".

Ignoring Ivan's intentions, the two sides in the confrontation finally fought in the real sense of the word at this moment.

Able chanted so fast that he completed the first spell before the other three did.

"The flames are rolling, scorching the earth, and the flames are devouring everything at this moment!"

The scorching waves erupted from under the feet of Little Peter Fresa, and the air seemed to be distorted by the heat at this moment.

But these three people are not mediocre either, for now, the level of their spell casting that has taken up the vast majority of resources after the education of the aristocratic elite is definitely above average.

The turquoise enchantment shimmered with a soft light, and the ferocious flames were helpless in the face of the bloom enchantment, so they could only be kept out in impotent rage.

Unlike warriors, knights, or even psychic warlocks, battles between mages tend to be boring.

Because qualified spellcasters will always prioritize preparing a large number of protective spells and different types of mage shields, and may even place enchantments around them, this is why most of the battles between this class are just about seeing and dismantling.

However, it only takes one person to fend off the flames, and little Peter Fresa smiled sinisterly, and this time he must make Abel look good.

Even...... It doesn't seem impossible to kill him, right?

Dungeons are one of the most dangerous places even if they have ever been breached, and it seems that there is nothing suspicious about the death of a low-level spellcaster in such a place, right?

Crazy thoughts came to the mind of little Peter Fresa, as the most powerful family in the Odin Empire, he has always been able to do things as he pleases, without fear. Even the boss of a murderous underground force like the butcher has to put down his body in the face of a hairy boy like him, and if he provokes him, he is provoking the great Peter Fresa family, and this kind of person must be punished with blood!

"A great thunderbolt will fall from heaven with a deafening roar, stepping on the spine of all things and punishing its enemies in the world."

As described in the incantation, the ensuing lightning enveloped the entire area where Able was located, and the earth was whipped with terrifying thunder, revealing horrible scars.

The "good brother" who was watching the play was almost affected by the spell of Peter Fresa Jr., and hurriedly retreated.

"Wow, this little young master's progress is exaggerated." While keeping a safe distance, Ivan exclaimed strangely: "It seems that it has been hard work, I have to say that this nobleman is not a good-for-nothing imperial moth!" ”

Hill didn't speak, but he was secretly slandering in his heart.

Didn't he realize it himself? He is more exaggerated than progress, is it good!

But it's impossible to say this to Ivan, otherwise Hill can imagine that this arrogant guy's tail must be up to the sky again!

"This guy shouldn't be that easy to knock out, right?"

Sure enough, while the smoke cleared, Able stood where he was, looking fine except for his clothes being a little messy. (That's the law of smoke and no harm, got it?) ）

"It can't be!" Peter Fresa Jr. simply couldn't accept the facts in front of him.

"I really didn't expect it, this thunder and lightning is so powerful, it seems that you still have some strength." Abel's unforgiving, nonchalant attitude, combined with three points of contempt and seven points of casual tone, is simply a combination that can make the other party angry and have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"I'm going to kill you, you have to ...... Kill you! ”

The three aristocratic youths began to suppress the firepower, and Able was once again overwhelmed by the sheer number of low-level elemental spells, although his strength was very strong, but it was indeed not exaggerated enough to deal with the other three magic apprentices who were also of the same level alone.

At first, the two sides were in a bit of a relationship, and then Able was rarely able to fight back effectively, and his chant speed was fine, but his magic was almost exhausted.

"It seems that this soul can't hold on, so I have to help him."

Ivan, who had watched it for a long time, felt that his legs were about to go numb, and hurriedly stretched his body to prepare for a gorgeous debut.

The girl on the side held her forehead with one hand, she was really powerless to complain.

In short, she really wanted to warn Able that he must be cautious when making friends!

Able finally couldn't hold it anymore during the battle, and a huge vine knocked him to the ground.

Little Peter Fresa smiled hideously, he won!

Able saw the other party's expression and found that what the other party said was true, this glass-hearted young master was indeed murderous to him. 、

Hurriedly prepared the rings issued by the academy and the teleportation crystal, although he was a little unwilling, it seemed that he could only leave early now.

Just as he was thinking this, a flash of white light flashed in the sky, and a huge thunderclap suddenly exploded!

Then, a figure descended from the sky, and he held out his hand towards Abel.

"Brother, I'm late!"

Small Theatre:

Ivan: "Good brother, I'm here to help you!" ”

Abel: "Thank you so much! ”

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