Standing in the ring, Cyril took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his heartbeat, and then looked at the enemy opposite him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing opposite Cyril was a barbarian holding two delicate battle axes more than a meter long and engraved with runes.

He held two battle axes in both hands and tapped them gently, his eyes staring at Cyril fiercely like nails,

Like Cyril, he didn't choose to use the Demon Sucking Armor, he was naked on the top half of his body, and he wore a leather battle skirt on the bottom half.

A sinister smile tugged at his tattooed face, and the barbarian suppressed his voice and said, "Pretty little girl, why don't you choose to use the Demon Suck Armor, in case it leaves a little scar on you, it won't be good!"

As he spoke, the barbarian took a step back and said as he moved his shoulders, "But don't worry, I'll try to keep my hand." On the premise of defeating you, it won't let you take too much damage. ”

There was a burst of boos around the ring, and several barbarians gathered around shouted loudly: "Dog Sidon, Dog Sidon!"

A barbarian who looked a little like him, and even had a tattoo on his head, stopped the shouts of the people around him, and then he himself shouted: "Do you want to show mercy when you see a beautiful woman?

Listening to the teasing around him, the barbarian Seadon's face couldn't help but bring a little red, and he shouted to the people around him with some shame: "Don't shout, if you have the ability, come up and fight with me!"

As the voices of the people around him gradually decreased, an elf waved his hand, and then said through the amplification crystal in his hand: "Today's participation in the honor ring is an elite-level barbarian, the demon warrior Sidon. ”

"And the other side is the first time to participate in the Glory Ring, the elite magician Cyril," After saying that, the elven beauty took a step back and signaled that the two could fight.

Looking at Cyril standing in place, staring at him a little nervously, Seaton smiled and said, "This ring is a bit small, since you are a magician, I'll give way, don't you open the magic barrier first?"

"Eh~ Dog Sidon is pretending to be a gentleman again!" suddenly there was a commotion from the audience.

But Cyril, who was standing opposite Sidon, felt that the barbarian in front of him was really kind.

After learning that it was his first time fighting, he didn't rush up to quickly deal with himself at the first time, but gave himself time to prepare.

The magic barrier is a magic that doesn't require a spell, and Cyril can still easily cast it.

Taking a deep breath, Cyril placed two magic barriers in a row beside him, and then smiled brightly at Sidon and said, "Alright, let's get started!"

Seaton, stunned by Cyril's bright smile, hurriedly shook his head, then clenched the double axe in his hand and rushed forward.

Several barbarians in the audience glanced at each other, and one of them said: "It seems that Seaton still has to keep his hand, this kid is best at magic blessings and battle roars, and now he is rushing directly like this, it seems that this little girl is really his dish." ”

Seeing Seaton rushing towards him, Cyril scrambled to pull his notebook from the inner pocket of his robe.

At this time, Sidon was less than five meters away from him, and it was too late to recite the magic spell, so Cyril had to use a magic spell that could be released without a magic spell.

A slight flash of light flashed on the brass ring, and Cyril's clenched right fist opened his palm and swung forward, and he shouted softly: "Come on, Thunder Elf - Eight Thunderbolt Archers!"

The greater the number of magic shooters released, the longer it will take to accumulate mana, and if you want to release them in an instant, eight magic shooters is already Cyril's current limit.

Eight lightning shooters slashed through the air and shot towards Sidon, who clenched the two battle axes and crossed them and pressed them hard, and these eight lightning shooters were all scattered by him with pure physical strength.

Taking a few steps back, Cyril began to look through the notebook in his hand anxiously.

The audience watching the battle was stunned, and then began to discuss.

Vanessa heard a tall Terran male magician beside her, and said to the elf beside her: "Isn't it? Does he still need to look through his notebook to find spells? Generally, the second year of a middle college or above will teach some simple basic and practical magic spells, I think his strength is not bad, how can he not even use that kind of emergency spell?"

The elf was also very strange, shook his head, and then said puzzledly: "Indeed, generally speaking, after the magic power has entered a stage, everyone will be in a hurry to learn new spells, how can it be like him, who already has strength, but can't even use some basic spells." ”

Vanessa, who was standing on the side, covered her face, and she also felt very helpless about Cyril's unique way of fighting.

"Find, find, this is it!" Seeing that Sidon was getting closer and closer to him, Cyril finally turned to the spell he was looking for

HE STRETCHED OUT HIS RIGHT HAND, PROPPED UP HIS NOTEBOOK WITH HIS LEFT, AND SAID, "LAKE-LIKALE-FREE WIND ELVES, TURN INTO A RAGING WIND AND REPEL THE ENEMY-COME, WIND SPIRITS-STORM BLAST!"

Although Cyril's wind attribute affinity is not very high, the wind attribute spells are generally very short, although they are not very powerful, they are generally very fast, and they are the most convenient spells as an emergency.

This lower-level mid-level storm bombardment is like this, the frenzied wind element condensed in front of Cyril, and a dark blue ** magic circle with a diameter of about twenty centimeters appeared in front of his palm, and the condensed wind element turned into a storm bomb, and it roared Sidon who rushed over.

Looking at the storm that was bombarding him, Sidon crossed his axes unhurriedly in front of him.

The storm bombarded his double axe, knocking him back more than ten meters, but after landing, Sidon, who had put down Shuangfu, looked like nothing was going on.

Frowning, Cyril took a deep breath slightly, the magic of the lower middle level would definitely not be able to inflict a one-hit kill on Sidon, but he didn't expect that he couldn't leave him with any injuries.

"The power of the wind attribute is too small, we have to change ......"

Sidon's feet did not stop, and the hand of the sucker did have two strokes, and he sprinted forward as he chanted a few short incantations aloud.

Two or three seconds later, the incantation was chanted, and the twin axes in Sidon's hands condensed a deep red light.

"LAKE-LILAKE-The storm around the South China Sea, the thunder of the gallop and the sky......" Before he could finish chanting, Sidon was already rushing in front of him

The incantation continued as Cyril continued, "...... Thunder, answer my call - come, Thunder ......"

At the same time, his clenched right fist stretched forward, and the three fingers of his mid-index thumb flicked forward, and a transparent and invisible attack hit Sidon's abdomen, knocking him out of the air.

With his right hand turned into a palm, his palm facing Sidon, Cyril finished reciting the final incantation: "...... The Elves, the Wind Elves - Thunderstorm!"

A blue and purple magic array about a meter in diameter appeared in front of Cyril, and a storm mixed with thunder and lightning slammed into Sidon, who had just landed. (To be continued.) )