ps: Fifth watch, it's over, I'm vomiting blood, and my head is only left with paste. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The biggest flaw of the first-order professional in the face of the wizard is the long-range attack ability, the wizard can easily summon various elemental attacks from dozens of meters away, and directly submerge the opponent, even if the enemy is an archer, then add a 'long-range arrow defense' or 'deflection force field' or the like, and then summon spells.

By the time they reach the second-order profession, they can manipulate the air blade to counteract the sorcery, or directly attack the wizard, and the situation has improved a lot.

At this time, the biggest flaw of the professional is defense. Even if it is a tower shield defender, if it does not have a shield with special witchcraft defense, it is helpless in the face of the attack of elemental power.

Whether it's fire, freezing, lightning strikes, or flooding, it can generate secondary elemental damage in addition to the additional physical attack.

At this time, the wizard's favorite thing is a large-scale control of the field of witchcraft, so that you can't dodge, and you can't dodge, so you can only honestly retreat.

Only when you reach the third-order transcendence and awaken the power of elemental control can you really face the wizard head-on and not fall behind.

As a dense fire mage, Farrell naturally specializes in fire-based spells, and the flames summoned are not only extremely hot, melting gold and iron, but also extremely fast, basically there is no space, and between breaths, there are fireballs all over the sky.

In fact, Farrell is one of the few followers of the Five Fireball Cult.

The so-called Five Fireball Cult is not really a church of gods, but a school of thought within the wizards, an idea that dates back to the ancient lineage of spellcasters in the age of the gods.

'All enemies can be solved with five fireballs, and if they can't, then have five more......

This is the philosophy of the Five Fireball Cult, which focuses on the extreme speed and frequency of spell casting, drowning all enemies with absolute numbers.

This idea originated in the age of the gods, where the caster was too slow to cast spells. As a result, some spellcasters changed their traditions and began to take high-speed attack routes, which led to the emergence of a new type of spellcaster class that specializes in survival and on the battlefield - War Mage.

In the wizarding era, the Five Fireball Cult reached its peak development in the hands of a wizard named Malf, who created a new type of fire spell - Malf Meteor after in-depth study of fire spells.

This is just a low-level spell, and second-order wizards can study and practice, but they rarely have the ability to 'real attack', which means that they can directly attack the recipient's body through most defenses, which will inevitably cause damage to the opponent.

Although it is limited by the weakness of attack power, if there are enough of them, it is enough to make the gods tremble.

In fact, at the height of the war between wizards and gods in those days, a group of ant-like low-level wizards dared to manipulate the 'Marff Planet' to fight against the demigods with an overwhelming number.

Even if the power of the demigods does not lie in the 'real attack' once or twice, there are too many of them, and there are even demigods or god envoys who die under the group attack.

As a result, the prestige of the Five Fireball God Cult was achieved. 'Malv' is even known as 'God Slayer Spell'!

It is not for nothing that Farrell is the master of the wizard tower, although he is only a first-order wizard and has not completed the research of the 'Malf Meteor Planet', whether it is the beginning of the scroll, the summoning of fireballs, or the rapid spell casting specialty, it is the rhythm of turning into a humanoid six-barreled Vulcan cannon in minutes.

If an ordinary second-order professional would have a headache in the face of this tactic, he just met Mu En.

The ten-meter-long qi blade twisted like a spirit snake, front and back, layer upon layer, turning into countless phantoms.

In the terrible whistling sound, there was a dense collision with the fireball, and with the blessing of the 'Listening Vibration', the whip-shaped qi blade of the 'Dance' was already as strong as the previous 'Gale', and it flew away with one blow.

For a while, smoke, dust, and sputtering flames filled the entire martial arts arena, and the dull heat wave made the entire enclosed space steam like a furnace.

It's not that Farrell hasn't fought with other professionals or wizards, but as long as his dense fire serve is enough, he has never been crushed without suspense, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was so difficult, and his fireball had not broken through the opponent's boundaries until now.

However, as a loyal believer of the Five Fireball God Cult, he believed that it was just that there were not enough fireballs, and as long as there were enough of them, no matter what enemy would fall under his fireballs, he tried to hold back more fireballs again, and he didn't know whether it was hot or excited, and his face suddenly turned as red as an apple.

And Mu En was a little disappointed, the reason why he was deadlocked until now, in fact, was more to see the wizard's combat methods, then he thought that the fat man in front of him was actually holding back the fireball, but as a wind-tearing swordsman who was proficient in two-handed attacks, the opponent's attack frequency was a joke in his eyes.

Mu En, who didn't want to drag it down, swept directly, and the air blade formed a ring, bursting into countless small whirlpools that swirled and pushed forward, and then swept away the latest wave of fireballs, Mu En directly aimed at the direction of Farrell, raising his sword and waving!

In an instant, the silver-white gray eagle dragged out countless air blades, and with a terrible scream, it shot towards Farrell.

Immediately after, Mu En's body moved, and after the phantom of the six-armed snake demon flashed slightly, he raised his foot and took a step forward.

- Wind Raven Swordsmanship's Gale!

- Thorn Tattoo? Six-armed Snake Demon!

- Instantaneous!

Rumble!

All kinds of sounds were superimposed, because the time was too short, only converged into a collision between the roars, Mu En opened the way with dozens of gales, and annihilated the flame damage with the six-armed snake demon graphic, and in an instant, he directly attacked, and in Farrell's horrified eyes, a sword hilt smashed into his nose.

Bang!

Blood flowed everywhere.

Mu En didn't want to make a fuss, so he directly raised his big fist and smashed it on the other party's face with all his strength, and then, I smashed, I hammered, I beat!

"Spare your life, spare your life, go around... Pander to... name!"

"Don't dare, no, rush!"

"Help, help!"

Three minutes later, Mu Enti kept a pig's head and said, "Farrell, right? Shouldn't you be the only one who likes Aya?"

"Dead (yes)!" said the fat man angrily:

"Then do you think about it, did someone tell you that I am an Aya man? Did someone tell you that I was in the library? And did someone tell you that they were coming to me?"

"How do you know?"

"Stupid boy, you don't know if you're being used as a gunman, and you're hopeless. Mu En didn't have a good air:

“...... Am I being used as a gunman?"

When Mu En walked out of the martial arts arena, he only felt loose and cool.

He looked at a few wizards standing next to him who seemed to be doing nothing, and said happily, "Oh, you're friends with Farrell, aren't you?

With that, he walked away.

After a few people glanced at each other, they cautiously entered the martial arts arena, and before they could see the situation clearly, the door was closed.

I saw a fat man with a blue and purple face and a nosebleed blocked the door, glaring at these people in front of him viciously: "Next night, when the most ruthless people stop me from blocking the wall (fat man, I hate others to use me as a gunman)!"

As he spoke, there was a fluctuation, and one by one the dense fire balls were condensed in mid-air, and they smashed directly towards several people, without even breathing.

Suddenly, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping!

A very handsome-looking elf hurriedly cast a spell to resist, while shouting: "Fatty, don't do it, that person, that person uses you as a gun!"

It's okay if he doesn't shout, but when he does, he becomes the object of the fat man's key care, and almost half of the fireball smashes at him.

"Fool, you really need to be a fat man's fool, I know the fat man, but, but the fat man can't beat him!" )