The smoke vanished, and when the two groups performed a dazzling round of magic shoots, all the spectators found that the eight magicians who were still standing suddenly fell halfway, and became a two-on-two parity.

In the death spell duel just now, the Fool Combo actually used a beautiful chant counter-tactic to bring back the absolute disadvantage in numbers at once.

It's really a stunning Jedi counterattack!

Regardless of the final outcome, the Fool Combo has earned the respect of everyone.

But this is not the result that Bazok wanted.

In the death spell duel just now, Bazok's original idea was to eliminate the two strongest people on the opposite side by chanting counter, and Rofis was able to solve the target before Pierre could make a move. In this way, none of the opponent's magic can be released smoothly, and the opponent can form a three-on-two numerical advantage. In this ideal situation, the undamaged Fool Combo would be able to overwhelm the opponent and win the match with ease.

While this arrangement was ideal, Bazok also counted the possibility of Rofis missing. Pierre only has a one-in-three chance of knocking out any of the three, and as long as he's not targeting Claes, the Fools are guaranteed to win the next matchup. Claes, who is in an undamaged state, can suppress the Bai Fan combination with only two people left with the help of any one person.

Since there is more than a sixty percent chance that the other party can be served in one pot, Bazok will certainly not let go of this risky opportunity. Coupled with the fact that the five top students of the White Fan Magic Academy were so disgusted with him, Bazok felt that the probability of being set on fire was very high, so he dared to make a bet with the other party and use the extreme duel of death casting to determine the final winner of this game.

What I never expected was that Pierre didn't target himself and didn't target Rofes. He didn't hesitate to take aim at Claes, the true core of the Fool's Combo. This accident caught Bazok off guard, and the loss of Claes meant that the most crucial link to his victory was missing.

Many spectators are looking forward to the next game, and they are eagerly waiting for the domineering fat man to bring them more surprises. In the last two games, Bazok's indifferent style of doing nothing in the past surprised many people, and he re-estimated the true strength of the Ivy League hidden under the surface.

However, the discerning person has already seen the outcome of this game, and the Qingteng combination will definitely lose.

As the formulator of Bai Fan's combination tactics, Crotus also sweated in the duel of the death spell just now. Although he had given his disciples a meticulous strategy before the game to adapt to various possible situations, he did not expect that Bazok would use such obscure magic as magic bans and forbidden books, and he was so crazy that he wanted to use death spells to decide the final victory.

But the balance of victory still favored the White Fan Academy of Magic. Pierre remembered Crotus's instructions and did not forget to get rid of the war mage, and the next target to gather fire was Clais, who was stronger than them. Although they hated the fat man with a cheap mouth, the archmage pointed out the fat man's fatal weakness before the game.

The demon physique can't withstand the torture of a game, and the magic that Bazok can release can be counted on one finger, and if it exceeds the limit, the fat man will not be able to bear it.

The white Van Gogh students who followed the teacher's training soon died, and the priority of casting spells was quickly achieved: no matter what tricks the other party had, they would set Claes on fire. Because this is the most conservative and the most likely chance to win.

I have to say that Braun and the others' big gamble won, and when Claes fell, Rofes, who had no magic power, and Bazok, who might not even be able to release magic, could no longer pose a threat.

However, Bazok still stabilized his mentality and unhurriedly released pressure on the other party: "You guys are really good, I thought I could finish you all in one pot, but I didn't expect you to be able to knock Claes down, it seems that I have to work hard, otherwise you don't know what your name is." ”

"Withdraw your pretense, dead fat!" Moora, the most senior of all time, naturally took over as captain, "Don't think we don't know what you're up to. You're at the end of your crossbow with that little kid now, and you still want to win us in this state, don't be kidding. ”

The panting Rofis couldn't stand this kind of ridicule, and he no longer had magic power, and he planned to enter the super magic state again, to bring out his last potential, and to teach Moora some lessons.

Before Luo Fei entered the super magic state, Bazok pressed him: "Stop, how long was the last time, you don't die fast enough, right?" The fat man knew very well that if Luo Fei entered the super magic again in this state, he would not only have to say goodbye to the magician career, but even his life would be in danger.

Resisting the heat rolling in his chest, Bazok felt that this time it was time for him to let go.

"Moora, I know what you're thinking. Bazok was a little excited, "You guys who won't be able to quit milk in another ten years, and you wouldn't even be a fart without those old guys behind you." Listen, I only need one magic to clean you up, and I don't even need to recite the chant a second time. ”

Although he knew that the dead fat man was mocking, no one could stand this kind of insult. Moora and Robert looked at each other, and immediately clenched the magic wand in his hand, intending to let the dead fat man know what it means to be powerless.

Bazok didn't dare to slack off, although his body had reached the limit, he still insisted on planning to put down the last two top students of Baifan Academy.

The same distance, there are only opponents left. Bazok plans to cast a final death spell with Moora and Robert.

"Leaden clouds, rumbling thunder, and shining spirits that dwell in the clouds, take your brisk steps and knock down all your enemies. Chain ......" Naxi, who was about to push himself to the limit, suddenly didn't catch up in one breath, and the chain lightning failed to be released. Already broken, he fell to his knees with his feet limp, his face as dead as he was ready to accept the impending defeat.

Although the fat man could no longer cast spells, Moora did not miss the opportunity to find a chance to beat the water dogs. The two of them successfully unleashed the attack magic of the two four rings very tacitly, and the dazzling thunder and lightning and scorching fire magic were attacking Bazok, who had lost his ability to fight.

Just behind everyone's fears for Bazok's safety, a swift figure suddenly rushed out of the stone dungeon, and although the action was not terrifying, it startled everyone who had not noticed it at all.

"Demon Flow, Shield!"

A translucent shield appeared in front of everyone's eyes, blocking the magic that hit Bazok, and it was Naxi who had just woken up from casting it.

"Naxi!?" Bazok was a little overjoyed to see the appearance of the war mage, he didn't expect Naxi to stand up at all, and Naxi's skills didn't seem to be much different from when he first came on the field.

"Ah, I fell asleep for a while after being knocked unconscious by magic just now. Naxi, who had just woken up, looked around, and he couldn't believe that Bazok and they could push their opponent to such a point in their absence, it was so powerful.

"No way, no way! We used so much magic, it couldn't be as simple as smashing you out, you must have done something else. Moora is well aware of the impact of Naxi's rejoining the fray at this time.

Without a magic book, they met a mage who could not need a magic book at all, and they were already at a disadvantage, and they couldn't compete with a mage of the same level.

"It's a shame that I missed the battle just now. Naxi felt a little unworthy of his absence. He couldn't help and missed the wonderful magic duel, which he felt was a pity.

Bazok's smile was a little miserable, but he finally didn't have to worry about the final result of the match.

"I'll leave the remaining two to you, Naxi. Bazok said, sitting on the ground.

"It's a little bit of a mess to clean them up, but you need to support them too. Although he didn't have to worry about being attacked by the fire, Naxi felt that it would be an extremely difficult challenge to defeat two mid-level peak magicians no matter how you look at it.

Naxi picked up the magic codex tied around his waist, intending to use the magic he had prepared for this game. The constant flipping through the magic book made everyone else feel a little puzzled, didn't the magic just now have an effect on Naxi's magic book?

Before they could find the answer to their doubts, Naxi had already used one of the spells written on the Magic Codex.

"Dimensional Jump!"

Naxi suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes with a lunge forward, and then he appeared beside Moos.

"How did you do that? This can't be!" the panicked Moora was completely unconvinced that his opponent could still use the magic book. However, Naxi was in no mood to answer his questions, not to mention that he did not know what had happened during his coma.

Without leaving Moora to cast any time, Naxi quickly struck the hapless mage to the ground with a blow in the back of his head.

At the moment when Moora fell to the ground, Naxi was shot by Robert not far away with an iridescent ray. Robert, who does not give up any opportunity, intends to use magic to kill the war mage directly.

Apparently Robert underestimated Naxi's magic resistance, and the battle mage only stumbled to his feet after falling a few meters away.

With no damage from the initial fire, Naxi is no longer afraid of the high-achieving students from Bai Fan. But for the sake of safety, he still attached the Demon Flow armor to himself to reduce the damage caused by Mo Fei V.

The crowd on the field did not expect such a reversal to happen at the end of this game.

Seeing that Naxi was still untouched by magic, Crotus felt that there was no need to go any further, and the magic wand in his hand glowed slightly, and an imperceptible magic was being cast.

"Don't insist, admit defeat. We have the next opponent. Crotus ordered Robert to throw in the towel through telephony.

(Major bug correction, in the previous chapter, it was Pierre who was knocked down by Rofis at the end of the chapter, and Pierre was knocked down by Claes in the death cast)