The waterspout struck straight towards Rafal, but at this critical moment, Lazar still mobilized his magic and used a magic that he was quite good at. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"O cold winds sweeping across the North Pole! Freeze the enemy with the power of the North—the winds of the Arctic!"

Although he was only a fake teacher in front of him, and Rafal had never learned magic under him, when it came to the critical moment, the reactions of the two were surprisingly consistent.

The mutual restraint of the elements in the wizarding world has always been a very interesting topic, and in addition to the absolute attribute of the water element, which has twice the additional damage of the fire element, the ice attribute has also twice the additional damage of the water element.

Agitating his last magic to summon a large number of ice elementals and storm elements, Rafal clenched his staff with one hand and pointed forward vigorously.

I saw that in front of her, a triangular magic array composed of light blue and light green shot out a tornado mixed with frost with a diameter of about three meters.

The ice tornado and the waterspout collided violently in mid-air, and the moment the two magic bolts collided, Rafal's face turned slightly pale.

She had just unleashed all of her magic power in one go, and the ice element in the magic she used had to restrain the water element in the South Sea Storm used by Sylvia, but even so, Rafal still felt a great impact.

"Woooo......oo I can't stand it......"

The victory or defeat of the two of them was already quite obvious in the eyes of the audience, and the ice tornado summoned by Rafal was constantly consumed under the impact of the waterspout, and after holding on for a few seconds, the ice tornado had been reduced by about half.

After feeling Rafal's powerlessness, Sylvia, who had been trying to maintain the image of a good teacher, flashed a grim light in his pupils, and a dark thought popped up in his mind.

"If I kill her at this time, then she may find out my true identity without worry......

With a slight shake in his arm, Rafal suddenly felt that the power of this waterspout was more than double that of the waterspout.

She squinted her eyes over the mist created by the collision between the two tornadoes, and saw Sylvia's grim expression at this time.

"Hmm...... Looks like they're going to kill me? No, I can't fall here!"

Holding his head high, Rafal shouted, "Throw in the towel!"

Two veins twitched on his forehead, and the gray glow in Sylvia's pupils shone brightly, but when he found that the elven referee standing on the high platform was about to come down to stop the two sides from fighting, he took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his magic.

Looking at Rafal, who was paralyzed on the ground due to the loss of strength, Sylvia, who had already dissipated the magic, showed a gentle expression and said, "How about Rafal? Are you okay? Just now, the teacher seems to have accidentally become serious." ”

Sylvia's performance was a perfect performance, explaining why she hesitated for half a second to put away her magic, and appropriately showing her concern for Rafal.

After discovering that this guy was far more insidious than he had imagined, Rafal lowered his head and took about two or three seconds to adjust his expression.

Rafal raised his head, showed a helpless smile that looked a little bitter, and said, "Sure enough, it still can't be compared to the teacher!

Looking at Rafal's natural expression, Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought with a little ease: "It seems that I was too nervous before......?

With this in mind, Sylvia stepped forward and picked up Rafal, who had fallen to the ground, and the two of them talked and laughed and retreated backstage.

At least in the eyes of all the spectators, it was a slightly serious but barely happy ending.

Of all the people sitting in the stands, only one person disagreed......

After seeing Sylvia's performance, the neutral-looking white-haired young man pulled a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth and said to himself, "This impostor is really hot enough, huh...... I'd love to see that Cyril win the title, but if the imposter wins the title, then I can teach him a proper lesson. ”

Taking a deep breath, Cyril stood up and said to Helo beside him, "Then I'll go to the game." ”

Nodding, Heluo said with a worried look on his face that was not hidden at all: "You must be careful in today's game!"

After turning around and walking a few steps towards the passage, Cyril turned his head as if he had just remembered something, only to see him scratch his head, hesitate for a moment and say, "That...... There may be the same battle as last time, which is a battle with my recovery power as the main method, so don't worry too much!"

After saying that, Cyril was probably a little worried about seeing Helo's expression, so he turned his head and ran down the stairs, and then walked towards the passageway.

"Then it's the final of the second round of promotions! The two sides of the battle are the noble blood from the Mistri continent, Nikolai Lesenbra, and the mysterious demon warrior from the Far North, Cyril. ”

Listening to the audience sitting around him shouting his and Nikolai's names, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, although it was not surprising people's evaluation of himself, but if the people around him were cheering for him all the time, then the game would indeed be a headache.

Moving his arm, Cyril's slightly muddy voice came from under the mask: "Alright, today is the time to fulfill the promise with you. ”

Nikolai was wearing a stand-up collar cape that was somewhat similar to the last time, with a dark red slim-fitting tuxedo underneath, and his short blonde hair was combed into a big back.

After listening to Cyril's words, Nikolai smiled and nodded, and then he said, "I seem to have underestimated you a little before, I hope we can have a good fight." ”

Nodding slightly, it seems that the Nikolai in front of him has not turned on his bloodthirsty switch for fighting.

Although Nikolai in front of him seemed quite gentlemanly and elegant, after seeing his violent and bloody fighting methods in the previous battle, Cyril did not think that this game would end well.

Of course, what Cyril didn't know was that Nikolai, who was standing across from him at this time and made a polite appearance, actually had quite a headache.

As one of the immortals, Nikolai has experienced many battles even before he is an adult, and most of the creatures he has fought are not as strong as him, and he usually uses his claws to easily shred enemies, or crush enemies to slag with his blood magic.

And in his long combat career, he has also encountered some creatures whose strength can compare with or even surpass his own, and when he encounters such an enemy, he will use his strong recovery power to consume the opponent alive to death.

"But in this battle, I don't know who consumed whom......"

After hearing the referee announce the start of the match, Cyril began to slowly pace around Nikolai.

Although cultivating in Bag's scroll for a period of time has multiplied his melee combat methods, it is precisely because of this period of cultivation that he has become more fused with the evil mud in his body.

Now, every time Cyril casts a basic magic, that is, elemental magic, it consumes a full ten times the mana under normal circumstances, that is, his total magic power is equivalent to being weakened by ten times.

Because of this, Cyril now has quite few combat methods at his disposal, except for using his almost immortal flesh to fight, he can only use his slightly deteriorated magic to construct weapons to simulate some weapons, and finally use dragon magic, but he still doesn't want to use it until the last moment.

"Black Prison Chainmail!" Unlike the last match, this time Cyril summoned the Black Prison Chainmail at the beginning, because he had already decided how to fight next.

As the heavy black chains wrapped around Sylvia's body and fused into a set of black armor, Cyril stepped under his feet and rushed straight towards Nicholas.

After seeing Cyril's upright position, Nikolai pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, he leaned back slightly, and then stretched his arms behind him hard.

"Catch it!!Triple Blood Touch!!"

Accompanied by Nikolai's roar of resistance, a rich blood-red ** force spread all over his body, and then he pushed his hands behind his back forward with force.

I saw an extremely complex and rotating blood-red pentagram magic array appear in front of him, and in this magic array, three blood-red tentacles about the thickness of adult human thighs slowly crawled out, and these three blood-red tentacles shot towards Cyril at an extremely fast speed.

The calf muscles tensed, and Cyril jumped into the air with a hard slam of the ground as he lunged forward, and the three blood-red tentacles grazed the soles of his shoes and slammed them into the ground.

Turning in mid-air, Cyril clenched the two black spears that appeared in his hand and threw them down one after the other.

Nikolai flicked his right hand, and then a long whip of blood-red vines covered with barbs appeared in his hand.

After wielding this long whip and knocking both spears away, Nikolai said with a smile on his face: "You don't just have such a level, hurry up and show your true strength!"