Open the hanging, it's nothing more than using the stacked Buff that you have figured out, throwing a dozen high-level buff spells on your body should be able to stand with him, but the protracted battle is a hard injury, so it's best to be able to fight quickly.

For mages and magicians, buff magic and spells are available to almost everyone, and whenever a fight is opened, someone will throw buff magic or spells at themselves to improve their attack or physical fitness.

But there is a problem, that is, the physical fitness of human beings is too weak compared to various races, and they can't maintain too much buff magic or spell effect, two or three are okay, which belongs to the normal category, but if you go up, it is a reluctant behavior, and the human body is not enough to support this kind of high-effect buff, which will only make the body crack like a glass container, and if it is serious, it will become fragments, resulting in death.

Therefore, there is a common sense that there are only three limits to the buff spells or magic that humans can carry on their bodies, such as the lich, a pervert who has set more than thirty records, can be said to be the best among all races, after all, it is not a human being, nor is it a product of various natures, he is just a cursed corpse, not a human, nor a creature, simply a monster.

Now there is still some time before the next game, according to the duration of the buff spell and the release time, from now on the stacking Buff will be maintained until the final, it should be feasible, the effective time of the buff spell is generally the higher the level, the longer the time, only a few are special.

Without being verbose, without wasting time, John began to concentrate on attaching a layer of buff to his bone frame, and slowly, the magic and spiritual power in his body slowly decreased, but the aura hidden behind the human skin on his body became more and more intense.

Because of the focus on the buff spells, John didn't watch the game the whole time, kept his eyes closed, and sat in place as if he was asleep, except for Shirley, Tiffany and they all thought that John was tired, so they didn't bother John himself.

It wasn't until John's name was called by the beautiful hostess that John slowly opened his eyes, and he knew that his game was about to begin.

Tiffany didn't know why, but when she saw John's appearance, she suddenly felt that he was different from usual, and she always felt that the teacher had a sense of domineering side leakage.

Shirley had such an expression, she finally figured out how John was able to beat herself in the first place, it turned out to be like this, I have to say that he was a monster.

At the beginning of the top 50 finals, after a tense and exciting game, the first round of screening has been completed, and now there are still half of the number of people left in the field, because it is a one-on-one game form, twenty-five people must have no opponent, so the game adopts a lottery mode, in an invisible keg put twelve numbers of corresponding number plates, from one to twelve, a total of twelve groups, the number of each group is the same, that is to say, the person who gets the same number has to fight, and the extra number, thirteen, It is a legendary lucky number, and if someone draws it, they can successfully advance to the next round without fighting.

If you want to be thirteen, this time it depends on the character, and John who came to the edge of the ring keg rubbed his hands, and replayed the four words "I am the Emperor of Europe" countless times in his heart.

When touching back and forth in this special keg with the effect of insulating magic and spells, John's face changed slightly, because he had already lost a "luck" magic to his hand, and the purpose was naturally needless to say, of course, he wanted to draw the thirteenth, and if he could, he would not fight, John's principle was like this.

It's just that the official is also quite clever, and knows how to use this method to prevent others from cheating, like any perspective, it doesn't work for this keg.

Well, this time it's pure luck, after a long time, John took out a card in the bucket, looked at the white back of his hand, John slowly turned to the front, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It must be thirteen!!

When he saw the number 13 on the card, John breathed a sigh of relief, he was so fucking lucky, after all these years, it seemed that this time it was lucky.

Anyway, this round is over anyway.

Just as he was about to leave the ring, John found Sylvia, she was holding a number plate in her hand, and she seemed to be looking at herself, but because she looked over, her eyes were also hurriedly turned away, John didn't care too much about this, his mind was now on stacking Buff, thinking about going back and continuing to stack, and now it was only the sixth stack, high-level buff spells and magic are time-consuming, but the ability to bring is also huge.

How exciting the second round of the game was, John didn't know, after returning to his original position, John closed his eyes and recuperated, his mind was empty, and he concentrated on stacking Buffs, and he didn't notice anything outside, and it wasn't until the second round was completed that the beautiful host called out to his voice that he didn't open his eyes.

In the third round of the competition, there are finally only thirteen people left, and it is still the same as the previous rules, and the extra one, whoever draws the number seven, can continue to advance.

Looking at the people in the ring, John found that some of the people he had seen before were gone, but Sylvia was still there, which was a little beyond John's imagination, and she had a little ability.

As always, John pleaded and pleaded.

But luck is an illusory thing after all, it is likely to be you, and it is also likely to be him, which is unpredictable, and John unfortunately touched the number six this time.

There's no way.,I can only bite the bullet.,Let's fight quickly.,The Buff stacked on the body is almost ten.,You should be able to deal with the opponent who is in the bull's hand.,Besides, I'll be dual-minded.,The ability to continue stacking Buffs while fighting.,I'm only going to get stronger and stronger.,It's unlikely to lose.。

"Oops, are you number six?"

John looked at the man with the number six in his hand walking towards him, and his face did not look very good.

Nima, how could it be you! This is ahead of schedule!!

John was depressed and about to vomit a mouthful of blood, yes, since his opponent was Anglo, this luck was too bad.

Although the possibility of meeting Anglo is not impossible, John has never thought about it so much, the world is impermanent, what should come will always come, the god of luck may be playing his own game, what about the final Armageddon?!

"Really......... What a coincidence. ”

He is also number six, and it seems that this battle will not be able to run, John's reluctant smile is full of mother's selling batch.

"I'm looking forward to fighting you, come on."

After Anglo said this to John, he walked off the ring in a dashing manner, and the others also walked down the ring one after another, leaving only the first person in the ring.