"Cizer, you're amazing!" Monet expressed his joy by giving him a big hug the first moment he saw Cizer.

Diablo soon joined the bandwagon, patting Cizer on the shoulder vigorously until he showed a pained expression.

"Oh, I'm still hurt! can you lighten it?" said Cizaire, grinning, but half of it was pretended.

Auston didn't make any intimate moves, but he had plans for tonight's party.

"I know there's a nice clubhouse in Imperial Capital, and we can go and have a drink in the evening and celebrate Cizer. ”

Diablo and Auston didn't play today, so the celebration was for Cezel alone.

The three of them are in the same college and the same class, so they naturally have the same good vision.

They all saw the performance of the swarthy boy just now, and Cezel's hard win was already telling.

In particular, the strange sea beast magic was something that the three of them had never seen before, and it seemed that the power was at least a four-star level, or even a little higher.

Cizer was lucky to win!

To be honest, even if they go up on their own, the hope of winning is slim.

However, it seems that Cizer has his own hole cards that play a role in the crucial moment, locking the battle in that foggy moment.

They weren't prepared to get to the bottom of it, and in this unpeaceful world, everyone should have their own cards, should they?

Cizer was thankful they hadn't asked, as he didn't know what had gone wrong.

At that time, his own glorious realm collided with the opponent's ocean realm, and the magic power in Cizer's body was drastically depleted. At this moment, the swarthy boy had come close to him, and the black rod had reached the top of his head.

At the critical moment, the points of divine light that had been silent in his body suddenly lit up for some reason, exuding a pure aura of light, especially his completely tempered left hand, the flesh and blood became transparent, and Cizer could even see the bright red veins and the golden arm bones.

Along with it, a powerful light magic filled Cezel's body.

Looking at the black stick that was getting closer and closer, Cizer didn't think about it, and directly poured all the light magic power far beyond his previous magic power into his "claws".

At that time, the incandescent light directly tore apart the magic array, and at the same time, the dark blue field also disappeared.

The swarthy boy fell in front of him with a muffled snort.

And Cizer didn't suffer any harm except for the feeling of weakness in his body and the soreness caused by releasing a large amount of magic power in a short time.

Cizer thought he had figured out all kinds of problems in his body, but he didn't expect it

But ignore such a depth charge.

The divine power that was all over his body contained such an abundance of light magic!

Cezel didn't dare to think about the consequences of these magic powers if they suddenly got out of control one day, and it was naturally ......

Bang!

And then there was no more Cizer in the world.

"Hey, where are we going for the night? is it the clubhouse I was talking about? or the tavern that Diablo recommended?" Alston tweeted, thinking that something might be wrong with him.

"It can't be some strange injury just now, do you want to go to the doctor in the arena to see?" Diablo was obviously familiar with the necessary services in the arena, and directly proposed a solution.

Cizer was going to refuse, but he thought about it as well, it would be good for the others to explore those divine power spots in his body, and maybe they would get some different answers.

After all, Old Merlin is neither a knight nor a doctor, and he can only point out problems in the general direction of Cizer's cultivation, but these unknown things still have to be solved by himself.

"Okay, I'll go to the doctor. ”

Monet followed Cizer cautiously, just as Monet always applied medicine to him after he was injured in a fight, for fear that there would be something he couldn't take care of.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just that the magic consumption is a bit large, and the body is a little unbearable. Cizer had to stop Monet's "child-watching" behavior, he was already sixteen, and it was really embarrassing to be watched by people even walking again.

"Well, got it. Monet said, but his eyes never took off Cezel, which made him a little helpless.

Fortunately, the doctor in the arena was easy to find, and Diablo saw the decadent middle-aged man in a black coat from afar.

Saying that he is decadent is not Cezel's opinion alone, in fact, the first time everyone sees him, they feel the dead silence in him, the lack of energy, and the appearance that he has not closed his eyes for a week.

"What are you doing?"

He yawned as he spoke, his chin full of stubble as rough as a broom in a tavern that hadn't been changed in a long time.

"This man...... Is it reliable?" Alston looked at the raunchy guy in front of him, and it would have been difficult to connect him to a respected doctor without the iconic black coat.

"Do you want to see the injury?

Although the decadent middle-aged man looked lazy, he did not forget his duty, and asked the four teenagers in front of him.

Although Cizer also felt that this person might not be very reliable, but thinking that this was a grand event that the empire had only held once in more than thirty years, he shouldn't hastily invite a guy who didn't have the ability to come, right?

Thinking so, Cizer put left

The hand reached out. Why not extend your right hand?

Because Cizer's right hand has never been infused with magic since he signed a contract with the Demon Star.

Not only Cezel himself, but old Merlin had also tried to infuse some strange magic into it, testing the reaction of his right hand.

It's just that these magic powers are either sunk in the sea, or they are repelled by the right hand, and they can't even get close.

Therefore, Cizer is not worried that this person will discover the secret of his right hand, and even if he does, he will only say that there is some problem with his right arm.

The decadent middle-aged man put a hand on Cizer's left arm, and a wisp of extremely fine green magic entered his body along his left hand, hovering between various organs, but in the heart, it was repulsed.

"Huh?"

The decadent middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something terrible, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn, only when he poured two wisps of green magic into Cezel's body again, trying to get closer to his heart.

His magic was devoured!

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Cizer and asked faintly.

"Your heart...... Something, right?"

Cizer almost broke out in a cold sweat, and could only stare into the middle-aged man's eyes before nodding his head lightly for a long time.

"Young people have courage! Dare to ...... in such a place."

The decadent middle-aged man didn't say anything halfway through his words, but Cizer had already understood what he was thinking.

There are some strange magic items that can be buried in the human body, but this method is too bloody and the success rate is not high, so it is rarely used to do it.

The decadent middle-aged man probably thought that he had put some magic props in his body, right?

Cizer breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he clearly felt that the magic vortex in his body had not been able to take care of the green magic of the middle-aged man. However, the thin line of divine blood seemed to be dissatisfied with the invasion of outsiders in his territory, and the first time he drove it away, and the second time he directly devoured it.

The decadent middle-aged man used his magic to check the rest of Cezel's body, and when he reached his right hand, there was an embarrassing scene of his magic being devoured again.

"Uh, this ......"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling that Cizer didn't have to continue, but the look in his eyes was still strange.

"Well, except for the excessive consumption of mana and a few minor injuries, there is nothing to worry about, just go back and recuperate. The decadent middle-aged man came to such a conclusion.

"That's good, that's good. Not only Cizer, but Monet also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, after all, if the stranger had any strange magic that hurt Cezel, it was not for them to see.

"Let's go!" said Alston.