In the last battle against a high-level magic apprentice, the two sides distanced themselves, and no matter how fast the magic was, there was still time to react.

And this time against the official knights, the pressure on Donner's heart is much greater.

If the attack magic cannot suppress the opponent, the mage who is close to him will be as helpless as a sheep in front of the knight. And in Quisal's orc-like head, there seems to be no concept of mercy at all.

Touching Quisal from a quiet distance and seeing it from a distance in the stands feels completely different.

He was still a full head taller than the slender Donner, and his bulging eyeballs were covered with red bloodshots, and the slightly upturned nostrils under the broad wings of his nose opened and closed visibly with irregular breathing.

It felt like he was facing a beast - Donner secretly decided that if he realized that something was wrong, he had to shoot him before he could get close, and he must not hesitate.

As he thought so, Donner's eyes wandered from place to place on Quisar's body, considering where to fight—to disable him, but preferably not to hurt too badly.

Quesar suddenly said angrily, "What are you looking for?"

Donner remembered Wesley's previous analogy of the orc, and replied with a smile, "Where is the tail?"

"I'm not an orc, the academy checked it for me. Quesar actually gave a sad look, he understood the subtext of Donner, probably because he was often ridiculed like this.

Donner suddenly felt that he was a little excessive, hurriedly put away his laughter, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a joke." ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll do my best. Quisal grinned, and Donner guessed that he was probably smiling, and he suddenly felt that this opponent did not seem to be as cruel as he thought, and that he might just be serious, as serious as Paz. It's just that their seriousness, on the field, shows itself in different ways.

The two stopped talking, and Quissar, under the command of the referee, honestly retreated enough distance.

The match started without any hesitation on either side.

Quisal pulled his legs and charged at Donna, like a herd of bison running with all their might.

Donner's shot is the most complex attack magic he currently masters, thirty-eight yuan fire magic, and a blazing meteor.

The six-element fireball model of nine beehive-like combinations, once it is cast, is also nine fireballs, but each of them is far more powerful than a single six-element fireball.

When these nine fireballs appeared in front of Donner's palm, they were still tightly formed, and once they flew out, they slowly separated from the front and back, left and right, really like nine meteors that were rubbed into the atmosphere and burned brightly, the only difference was that these meteors all emitted a strange blue light.

Before the audience could react, the magic apprentices and professors in the contestants' area had already let out an exclamation - almost everyone recognized Donner's magic, mid-level apprentice magic, and blazing meteor at the first time, but no one could understand why these nine fireballs were almost the size of mid-level fireballs.

Shouldn't the nine fireballs cast by this magic be only slightly larger than ordinary six-element fireballs?

Even more incomprehensible is why those fireballs are blue.

This was the first time Donner had cast a fire-type attack spell at the event, and the fire-type defense magic he had previously cast, the Fire Wall Spell, was a bright red color just like everyone else's.

These thoughts only lasted for a moment, because the next moment, the nine fireballs had all hit Quisar head-on. The fighting spirit bulging in Quissar's chest was suddenly beaten to the ground, but even so, he still maintained the speed of the sprint.

Under the blow, not only did it not form a suppression, but it did not even affect the speed of the opponent's sprint, and a wave of nervousness inevitably rose in Donner's heart.

Raising his hand again, the same blazing meteor shot out.

Quissar sprinted in a slightly deflected direction, as if trying to dodge, but at this time the distance between the two was only a dozen meters, and the fireball flew in the blink of an eye, leaving him almost no time to react, and once again all hit the chest.

To everyone's surprise, this time Quissar's speed was not slowing down, but faster.

Donner didn't dare to pause to observe, but immediately fired another blazing meteor as fast as he could.

Before this round of fireballs hit Quisar, he had already held up his magic wand in his left hand, and with his right hand, he embedded an ice spear in the hollow groove of his handle, pulled it back, and took aim. It was only when he felt the small holes in his palms that he finally felt a sense of security.

It was the first time Donner had raised his magic wand at a martial arts event, and the audience was both puzzled and expectant by his strange move.

The model of the exploding ice bead is ready to deliver the fatal blow. But at this moment, Quesar's body sprinting forward, but suddenly he couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground at once. And the fire that was still burning in his chest was extinguished beneath him.

The audience suddenly fell silent, followed by earth-shattering cheers and exclamations.

In this event, the recognized No. 1 player, an official knight, finally did not suffer from Donner's three consecutive powerful attack magic.

There was no noise in the crowd area, but the shock in the hearts of the crowd was greater than that of ordinary spectators. Some of them who knew enough about fire magic would have guessed that Donner's fireball was the result of the extremely high temperature, which gave off that blue glow.

Those nine blue fireballs, although not as big as the mid-level fireballs, almost reached the high-level fireball technique. The power of each of these fireballs is comparable to Paz's stone stabbing technique. And in such a short period of time, taking such twenty-seven fireballs is already the limit for Quissar, who has just been promoted to the official knight.

In the VIP seat, Lucia's beautiful face turned red with excitement, she knew that Donner's magic wand was amazingly powerful, but she didn't expect that Donner was already so powerful that even with his bare hands, he could defeat a full-fledged knight.

King Auston was in such a good mood that he didn't even forget to look at Clark coldly, who was finally silent, but his calm expression gave the king a bad premonition.

The look of sadness and frustration on Path's face became even heavier, and he knew that if he were himself, he would not be able to prevent Donna's fire-based magic.

Donner slowly lowered his magic wand, and the palm of his right hand, which had just held the handle, was already oozing sweat. Just a little bit, if Quisal rushes one more meter, he will shoot.

After a slight shake of his head, he walked up to Quissar amid the cheers of the audience.

The referee had already flipped Quisal over by this time.

The fireballs all hit Quisar's broad chest, and the intense heat had melted through the armor, leaving a large scorched black on his chest.

"There's a heartbeat, there's breathing!" the referee hurriedly waved to the sidelines, calling for the ambulance personnel waiting on the sidelines.

Donner crouched down beside Quissar, took out a small half bottle of orange healing potion from his arms, put it next to Quissar's mouth, and carefully fed it.

"What did you feed him?" the referee asked as he turned his head to see that Quisal had swallowed the potion that Donner had fed him.

"Dwarven recovery potion. Donner replied. It was given to him by Idarua, and he kept it with him until he ran out on the day of rebellion.

The referee saw the orange liquid in the bottle and exclaimed, "Extreme Northern Demon Orange Elixir?!How do you have this?"

Donner kept his mouth shut, he had never heard the name of the potion, but he also guessed that it must be a very precious potion, otherwise Adarua would not have given him just such a small bottle.

When the ambulance personnel who gathered around heard the referee say that Quesar had taken a small mouthful of the Arctic Demon Orange, their faces suddenly became less nervous, but they were a little shocked when they looked at Donner. I don't know if it's because of the amazing strength shown by Donner, or because he actually carried the Arctic Demon Orange with him.

After timely treatment, Quisal was quickly out of danger. Downer made it to the semi-finals with an undisputed performance.

In the two days since the martial arts event, after five rounds of battles and nearly 100 battles, the audience has feasted their eyes, but the expected battle of the four great powers has appeared dramatic.

Downer and Mino, respectively, drew the two reserve knights who had just won the quarterfinals, and both reserve knights immediately declared defeat. Obviously, they all chose to fight their opponents in the next three or four decisive battles, and did not want to waste a trace of physical strength in the final four duels, which had no chance at all.

Downer won without a fight, and went one step further to enter the top two of the event.

The first three or four finals were really a tough battle, the two players were already injured, and this one was even more tragic in order to compete for the top three. However, the audience was also very authentic, cheering for their perseverance and courage from beginning to end, and the scene was touching, almost forgetful, and it was the same spectators who booed the two fighters when they just surrendered without a fight.

"Have you thought about it, where is the territory?" asked Wesley suddenly.

"What territory?"

"You're in the top three, the king will knight you, have you forgotten?" Wesley seemed to be concerned about this by Donner himself.

"Even if you are knighted, you can't choose your own territory, right?" replied Donner.

Hearing the discussion between the two, Roger couldn't help but speak, "Hey, shouldn't you be thinking about how to deal with the next opponent at this time?"

"I've thought about it. Donner replied with a smile and slowly got up.

The game on the field was over, and the final winner was almost unsteady on his feet, with a satisfied smile on his face stained with blood and mud.

Donner glanced in the direction of the VIP platform, and Mage Clark also happened to look at him, expressionless, but the second prince of the Thorn Empire beside him had a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.

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