readx;?“ What about Mineva? What about the others?"

And Albert, who was as strong as a little giant, turned around, and found that Minerva, who was still standing beside him just now, was gone, and he shouted anxiously, but Jorgen also shouted,

"Oh no! Sister Mineva is the first to sneak up on the stage by herself! It's too much, she ignores our tactics!"

And just as Qiao Gen spoke, carrying the crimson Death Scythe decorated with Hela's bones on the top, as soon as the silver-haired little girl appeared, it caused the whole arena to be full of life, and it can be seen that the popularity of Mineva, who almost swept the enemy by herself in the last game, is very high, and everyone seems to like the scene of this delicate little girl, raising the huge war scythe, and brutally chasing and killing those weak mages. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Mineva walked up to the presiding master of ceremonies and gestured a pose, and then the emcee's excited shouts spread throughout the arena,

"Oh my God! This year's wonderful magic competition, the real ** has appeared! Mineva from the biggest dark horse of this year, the Mathanos Academy of Magic, has to fight against three players from the hermitage with one person! This is not a joke, Mineva said that his team leader has agreed to this request! This is crazy!"

"Whew!"

Hearing this voice, the already enthusiastic roar became even louder, and under the instigation of the skillful master of ceremonies, the game in Arena 2 had already stirred up the atmosphere to the highest point before it even started.

"I'm going to replace her! What is she going to do? She's crazy!"

Shuya was about to get up from his seat as he spoke, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he was pressed against the chair by one of Lens's arms, and everyone looked at Mentor Bender (Lens's full name is Lens-Bender), who had been silent lately

"Let her go, true warrior, who will not be afraid of challenges! As the only student of the headmaster, she must prove her excellence to Masanos!"

Shuya was silent, his fist raised in the air, and then fell again, and it was evident that Lens's words had struck the proud boy hard, but soon Shuya's eyes were burning with rage.

"In the 8-in-4 game, I want to do the same!"

Lens didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which had already proved his mood, as a mentor and director of discipline, he himself also had a preference for these students, but he didn't agree with Elevan who chose the silent and cold Minerva, Lens preferred Shuya's character, dared to love and hate, and at the same time did not succumb to the strong, and had his own understanding of strength, and what was even more commendable was that in the face of the constant pressure brought to him by Minerva, he had always maintained a posture of neither humility nor arrogance.

This point made Lens agree very much, because Shuya's character is very similar to the character of a lone ranger who roamed the southern countries back then.

Lens can't forget the cowardly look of Shuya hiding in the classroom alone and crying on the night when Mineva was chosen as a disciple by Elivan, but that was something that could not be helped, after all, Elivin had already made it very clear that if Shuya, who was not up to standard in elemental sensitivity, forcibly learned the Titan spell, he would probably die from the first outbreak of elemental erosion.

So Lens chose him and handed him his "Hurricane Secret Sword", and Lance was looking forward to seeing Shua become the kind of "magic swordsman" that Elivan called it, with magic and swordsmanship, and at the same time reaching the extreme legend.

"Hmph, where did you come from, arrogant little girl!

The three fellows sent out by the hermit to fight were not polite, especially the young man who was the leader, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a pure white robe, lined with a set of white dress trousers and a pair of white boots, with long brown hair spread out on his shoulders, and his face was also very handsome, but only a touch of darkness between his eyes ruined the overall chic of this face.

He looked indifferently at the people around him cheering for Minerva, and the gloom on his face deepened,

"Remember, the man who defeated you is called Huronte! a genius from the Insistence, who will become a great arcanist..."

"You've got too much nonsense!"

Hyronte was obviously a showy person, and under the gaze of thousands of people, his face seemed to glow red, but before his arrogant and arrogant declaration could be finished, a white cold energy blade rushed to his face, followed by Mineva, whose feet lightly touched the ground, and the whole person was like a flying butterfly, and the crimson war scythe she held in her hand was thrown outward, like the wings of a butterfly.

"It's arrogant!"

Huronte's eyes shrank, and the whole person took two steps back, and the silent boy standing on his left took a step forward, blocking in front of Huronte, the ivory staff in his hand tapped on the ground, and a set of colorful magic shields took a semicircle, blocking in front of the galloping energy blade.

"Click!"

The handover of the two compartments, the impact of the energy blade and the magic shield, caused the boiling ice crystals to burst in the small arena, but the energy blade that was invincible before, at this moment, was actually blocked in front of the magic shield, until the magic power was exhausted, and it failed to break the shield held up by the silent boy.

Hyronte laughed, raised his hands, and waved them seemingly at random, and with the smile on the corner of his mouth blooming, a large gray net composed entirely of energy flew out of his open hands, and spun and shrouded towards Mineva, who was still swinging the sickle and slashing at the energy shield, while the other mage was slightly slower than Huronte, but what he held in his hand was a gray leather scroll with strong magic fluctuations, judging from the crimson flame energy churning in the torn scroll, this was at least a spell with more than 5 rings。

"Despicable!"

Jorgen and the other children, who had been watching the game intently, scolded in unison, but they couldn't go up to the stage to stop the hermitage guys, and Lance looked at the leader of the hermitage sitting on the other side of the observation deck, and the middle-aged mage happened to also turn his head to look at him, and then showed a sinister and smug smile.

It's not that magic scrolls can't be used, according to the rules of the magic competition, this kind of magic creation, as long as the magic power of the contestants is enough, can be used, but in previous years, it was necessary to use magic scrolls, and that was already after the top 8, and according to the magic level of the third era of the El Continent, making high-level scrolls is an extremely laborious thing, and for ordinary magic families, one or two super-level scrolls can often be regarded as heirlooms.

Even if it is now used by the low-level mages of the hermitage, this kind of magic scroll that is not high-level has already been speculated to the price of thousands of gold coins, or even tens of thousands of gold coins, on the black market, and it is far from a "strategic" weapon that the ordinary dismal magic academy can afford.

"6 Rings of Magic - Firestorm!"

Just when the gray magic net shrouded Mineva, who couldn't dodge, in place and couldn't move, a trace of unbearability flashed in the eyes of the silent young man who had been maintaining the shield, but in the end he took a few steps back, and then the crimson flames that popped out of the magic scroll formed a large fire circle around Minerva, and 1 second later, the crimson flames that rose into the air made the voices of the entire boiling audience fall silent for a moment. (To be continued.) )