Lear had applied a light body technique and a fire-resisting thaumaturgy to himself from the first moment that light light appeared, and after Alisha's teaching, he was now able to easily use the magic elements around him to complete this kind of secondary and sub-primary magic, with a simple thought.

The bursting fireball looks scary but has a drawback, that is, it has a trajectory, and the speed at which it completes this trajectory is directly related to the caster's mana level, in short, the higher the mana, the purer the fireball, the faster the speed, and the lower the mana, the slower the complexity.

Merica's fireball was at a medium level in terms of size and speed, but after all, it was still a level 3 spell, so Lear chose to dodge it in the first place.

As soon as his fluttering body passed by the fireball, there was a huge explosion behind him, and the magical energy contained in the burst fireball technique collided with the barrier of the arena, and a ring shockwave visible to the naked eye spread from the place where the explosion was generated, fortunately, Lear was far enough away from the barrier, and when the shockwave reached his back, it only slightly shook his body, and the fire wave that followed the shockwave was offset by the protective shield of the fire-resisting thaumaturgy, and it did not affect Lear much.

"Hey, dodge. ”

Merica didn't seem to care, and after the ring on his finger flashed red, another magic scroll appeared in his hand.

Three magic arrows appeared in front of him with the operation of spiritual power, and then flew towards Lear on the opposite side at a very fast speed, unlike the bursting fireball, the magic arrow consumed less and faster as a first-level magic, and it was also easier to be controlled by mental power to increase the hit rate.

Every mage will have their own spell combination habits in battle, and although the blind use of mid-to-high-level magic looks cool, it is not liked by most mages because of the excessive level of mana consumption.

Except for those archmages who have mastered advanced elemental magic and the great druids who are well versed in the use of elementals, it is true that few people will use themselves like magic machine guns, and most mages will ensure that they have enough magic reserves to deal with the next change when fighting.

After all, a mage without a demon is better than a chicken.

Lear finally got a taste of the two Erathian magicians he had beaten.

Feeling the power contained in the magic arrow launched by Merica, he knew that he couldn't resist hard, although it was a magic condensation skill, but the speed was not much slower than Ivo's feather arrow, and a second or two of ballistic time was not enough for him to complete an intermediate spell, so after sending out two identical magic arrows to cancel out Merica's spell, Lear could only jump to the side again.

Although he also has a magic scroll, Merica has the upper hand.

However, before Lear could rejoice in dodging Merica's skills again, a new magic scroll unfolded in the opponent's hand, and then Lear felt as if he was bound by the mire under his feet, and his body instantly became much heavier.

Retardation.

A sneer rose at the corner of Merica's mouth, and she took out a brand new scroll again, and a two-meter-long diamond-shaped icicle emitted a cold light in the sunlight, crashing into Lear's body at an extremely fast speed.

Lear instantly healed himself and blessed himself with the Light Body Technique again, but Thunderbolt Ice's trajectory was much faster than that of a bursting fireball, and by the time he tried to dodge again, it was too late.

"Boom!"

The icicles shattered and exploded, and the place where Lear had been standing was overwhelmed by a thick cloud of cold mist.

"Hahahaha! Hide, why don't you hide? Let me show you what wealth is strength, do you think that if you are a fifth-level magician, you can compete with me? How can the background of the nobility be imagined by a poor mage like you?"

Merika let out an insolent laugh, and in his perception, the thunderbolt just now was clearly a direct hit, and Lear was half-crippled even if he didn't die, and he would definitely have to spend the rest of his life in bed, and he would have to endure the torment of pain day and night.

"Really?"

A cold, mocking voice suddenly came from his right.

No way!

Merica turned his head abruptly to look over, just now his mental power had obviously locked Lear, and he had also seen the spell hit Lear's body with his own eyes, not to mention that the other party had also been hit by his sluggish technique, how could he dodge?

In his incredulous eyes, Lear pointed his hand at him, and five magical arrows that were thicker and faster than the one Merika had condensed just now shot into his body.

Come and don't be rude.

Luckily, he had completed the teleportation spell at the last minute, otherwise it would have been enough to be hit by that icicle, and Lear let out a long sigh as he looked at his small body.

"Hercules Aegis!"

Merika pulled out another scroll in fright, and as if that wasn't enough, he cast another thaumaturgy on himself - the magic arrow is the most basic attack spell of the four types of magic, so any of the magic spells will work on it.

The magic arrows slammed into the Hercules shield cast by Merica one after another with a dull sound, and in the third way, obvious cracks appeared on the tortuous shield surface force field, and in the fourth way, the force field dissipated in the air with a crisp sound like glass, and then the fifth line hit Merica's chest without hindrance.

"Poof!"

Merika fell backwards and spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, and although the thaumaturgy blocked most of the spell's power, the remaining force was still like a hammer smashed into his chest.

The only thing to be thankful for is that as a nobleman, he has maintained the habit of practicing swords since he was a child, and he is already relatively strong compared to Lear's fragile physique, so he can barely get up from the ground after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But that's it, and Lear begins to chant incantations.

"Raging thunder spirits, obey my wrath and destroy everything in sight. "Thunderbolt!"

A thigh-thick white bolt of lightning suddenly appeared above Merica's head with Lear's voice and fell without hesitation, and before the latter could unfold the magic scroll in his hand, he was overwhelmed by the violent lightning.

"Yo, you're not dead yet?"

Lear appeared in front of Merica in an instant, who was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, his body shrouded in electricity trembling unconsciously, filthy saliva, tears and snot running down his face, and even a puddle of liquid dripping onto the ground through his half-charred pants, obliterating an abstract sand painting of postmodern art. (The ground of the arena is sand)

But at the same time, there is also a faint layer of elemental luster flowing in Merica's chest and cervical vertebrae, protecting his heart and other vital points from the destruction of electricity, it seems that in the last moment of being struck by thunderbolt lightning, he still reluctantly cast the air control thaumaturgy, unlike other defensive spells, the air control thaumaturgy is the only one of the second level (the other three systems are all level one), this answer is told to Lear by the spell scroll that fell in Merica's hand.

"Personally, I also very much agree with the saying that financial resources are strength, and the things that can be solved with money are not BB as much as possible, but there is a regret that you only have financial resources, and I have the strength. ”

After saying this, Lear took out a small round mallet from the ring and slammed it on Merica's head, and old Zaken was staring at him, so he couldn't really kill Merica, but that didn't mean he couldn't beat him.

So there was a strange scene in the magic arena, one mage held a small wooden mallet and raised his sleeves and slammed it, and the other mage lay on the ground like a dead dog, supporting his body with only his shoulders and knees, and his sexy ass shook in the wind with the rhythm of the small gavel.

Move, hit, hit, move.

The scene was wonderful and touching.

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