When the people of the Council heard this, they immediately looked at each other, and were a little confused about his decision.

That's a challenge to ten mages, even the great mages present don't dare to boast about it.

If Rubick could really defeat the ten Magisters, there would be no problem for the Retreat Council to give him the title of ArchMagus, but what they couldn't understand was that the Supplicant made such a request based on the relationship between the supplicant and the Rubick, which was a bit of a trick for the Invoker.

In fact, when he heard the decision of the supplicant, Rubick was also extremely stunned, he originally thought that this was the invoker's intention, and there would definitely be some arrangements in the future.

However, the supplicant said with an innocent face: "There is no arrangement, I see that you are so confident, so I am interested, and I will directly ask you to challenge the ten Magisters, so as to deter those old guys, what's the matter, you won't be able to do it, right?"

Rubick's face darkened, and he almost fainted.

When the next day, when Rubick stood on the stage and faced the ten Magisters, his heart was broken, and he almost greeted all eight generations of the supplicants, and his mind was slightly better.

However, when he felt the intense elemental power that roamed around the ten Magisters, he couldn't help but cast a disdainful glance at the invokers.

For Rubick's contempt, he just smiled lightly, spread his hands, and pretended to be very innocent, which made Rubick hate it at all.

Due to the particularity of this assessment, this evaluation competition attracted a lot of people to watch.

When the notary ringing bell for the official start of the competition, the ten Magisters pounced on Rubick like wolves as if they had agreed upon it.

All of a sudden, on the square, all kinds of skills were flying, and the elemental power was rolling endlessly.

The elders and supplicants of the monastic council sat together on their seats beside the square.

An old man who seemed to have a good position in the Retreat Council stared at the battle situation in the square, but asked the supplicant on the side, "Lord Supplicant, I heard that you met with these ten Magus yesterday?"

The corners of the supplicant's mouth twitched, "Yes, you're pretty well informed. ”

The old man smiled and said, "I don't have any ears and eyes, but I'm sorry for the reputation of the wind erosion, but you do this, can I define it as cheating?"

Unmoved, the supplicant said calmly, "I did summon ten of them yesterday, and made it clear to them that if they can take down Rubick, they will be rewarded heavily, is this also cheating?"

The old man frowned and remained silent, as if he did not quite believe the supplicant's words, and after a moment he continued, "Didn't Rubick ask you for some private help?"

"Yes, he just asked me for information about these ten people, including the skills that each of them has mastered, is that also cheating?" replied the supplicant with a smile.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, if it was just like this, it wouldn't be cheating.

After all, personal information, not to mention these people, is his own, and it is estimated that if he spends some money on the World Tree, he can turn out his old bottom.

But if that's all there is to it, the old man really doesn't know what Rubick is going to do to win this competition.

Looking at the old man's unpredictable expression, the supplicant secretly smiled bitterly.

In fact, the supplicant hoped that he could give more aid to Rubick, after all, if Rubick really lost, it would be his own face, but when he thought of the power hidden in Aghanim's scepter, the supplicant inexplicably gained a little more confidence.

The fluctuation of the manic element, and the smoke and dust generated by the collision of skills, suddenly caused the entire square to be filled with gunsmoke, making people a little unable to see the situation.

"Spegge, can you quickly remove your fog of strife for me, I can't see anything!"

"I've removed it, and I don't think I caused the fog on this one. ”

"Ah, bastard, what are you doing? blind!"

"Damn, Tolby, are you crazy, the target this time is that stinky boy, don't take the opportunity to retaliate, otherwise Lao Tzu will solve you first. ”

"Ahh ”

"Ahh

The complaints and curses from the ten magisters kept coming from the mist, causing the audience to continue to discuss.

Rubick, like a ghost, switches various skills and gallops freely through the crowd.

He will send out a bolt of ice from Aghanim's scepter to attack his opponent, and then he has switched to a stealth state, sneaking up on others from behind, and in an instant, he is like incarnating as the master of this world, as long as anyone in the field releases a skill, it can be used by him.

In fact, the power that Rubick had learned in Aghanim's Scepter had given him the ability to steal other people's skills for his own use.

All the magic that exists in this world is formed by the collision, transformation, and fusion of various elemental forces.

And these tens of thousands of elemental forces, the way they impact each other, the order of combination, the degree of fusion, the strength of the elements and other factors, directly determine the completely different release form of each magic.

Just like human genes, the composition principle is simple and easy for everyone to understand, but in fact, the logic inside is extremely complex and incomprehensible.

At the same time, this extremely cumbersome process also determines that in this world, it is impossible for two identical magic to exist at the same time.

And the power in Aghanim's scepter is what gives Rubick insight into the entire process of the fusion of the elemental power around him when each mage releases his skills.

Then, by quickly simulating the exact same skill elemental power fluctuations as the opponent, or a combination, you can release the same skill as the stolen person.

Of course, this skill stealing doesn't last long, but it's enough to make the world fearful.

When the Magisters on the field were constantly attacked by the skills of their companions, they were completely confused.

They could no longer even distinguish who was friend or foe, they had completely forgotten the purpose of this competition, and their united front had completely collapsed at this moment.

"Montese, you actually attacked me at this time, and I want your life. ”

"What kind of neurosis are you, Lao Tzu didn't beat you at all, it was Mason, the bastard, who attacked me. ”

"Come on, see how I kill you. ”

"It's not me, I didn't do anything, it's Truks, it's this guy who did it. ”

In an instant, the whole square was in chaos, and they began to attack each other, but Rubick, like an outsider, lazily hid in a corner and admired, only occasionally stretching out his staff and releasing one or two skills to fan the flames.

At this moment, everyone in the Retreat Council was inexplicably discussed, but the supplicant smiled silently.

In this way, when the noise was over, the noise had ceased, and the smoke that had shrouded the square slowly cleared, Rubick became the only one still standing in the field.

He came to the Council of Retreats unharmed and asked them to declare themselves the title of Grand Magus in public.

However, the monastic council hesitated.

They hadn't even seen Rubick strike, but it was an irrefutable fact that ten Magus had fallen.

Eventually, the Council of Retreats had to keep its promise and publicly proclaim the title of Archmage of Rubick.