Beecher has always given people a serious feeling, always frowning. Those who know him well www.biquge.info will know that he is equally conscientious and responsible, both in life and in meditation and practice.

Today's bout was the final fight to the final, and Beecher arrived as early as ever to await his opponent in the ring.

Caesar, on the other hand, arrived on time and came to the ring without hurrying. After the baptism of lightning last night, Caesar's eyes faintly contained a touch of sharpness from lightning. From time to time, the essence of the eyes makes people shudder, and they can't look directly.

Beecher had been carefully observing Caesar's every move since Caesar arrived. When he saw the sharpness in Caesar's eyes, a trace of fanatical battle intent could not hide from his pupils.

Faintly feeling the battle intent in Beecher's eyes, Caesar smiled slightly. For such people, he does not hate them, just like Alfonso.

The two stood on both sides of the ring, and their eyes collided in the center of the ring with fierce fighting intent, bursting with bursts of lightning.

"Zizi, Zizi......"

Beecher's hands had already begun to wrap around the power of thunder, and a dazzling dark purple light swept across everyone's eyes from time to time. Looking at this dark purple electric light, it seems that the thunder that shakes the sky is ringing in my ears.

When the sound of "the game begins" sounded, Caesar suddenly rushed towards the opponent with a movement of the soles of his feet. A faint blue electric light pulled a long line of light behind him.

Beecher, on the other hand, is also lightning fast.

In just an instant, the staff in his hand drew a circle in the air.

Countless thunderbolts rushed out of the circle, like ten thousand hungry wolves fiercely pounced on Caesar.

Caesar's figure dodged, scurrying between the countless thunderbolts, and at the same time, between the waves of his hands, the dark blue hell thunder also gushed out with great momentum, entangled with Beecher dark purple thunder and lightning.

Seeing that the distance between Caesar and himself was getting closer and closer, Beecher blessed himself with state magic with a backhand. As he walked, a dark purple electric light lit up from beneath his feet, leaving an afterimage in place, and he soon distanced himself from Caesar again.

While pulling away, the staff in his hand never stopped for a moment, constantly throwing magic at Caesar.

However, Caesar's body is faster, and all of Becher's magic can't touch his body, even if the electric light is fast, Caesar dodges it one by one.

With a wave of Caesar's hand, the hellmine exploded again in mid-air, and the dark blue lightning suddenly burrowed into the ground, wandering under the ground, and sprang towards Beecher.

Beecher also pointed to the ground in front of him, and the dark purple electric light blocked it halfway, intercepting the prison mine in front of him.

When the two rays of light came into contact, Beecher frowned.

He suddenly discovered that Caesar's thunder power did not seem to be an ordinary thunder power. He vaguely sensed that Prison Mine was not simple.

Beecher stopped abruptly backing away, his staff clenched in his hand, pointing at Caesar.

Caesar also stopped attacking after the blow, and he stopped where he was, and the two looked at each other from a distance, and the fire burst into flames.

At this time, Beicher looked at him and suddenly waved his staff, only to see that his expression became a little more serious. A soft chant suddenly sounded, and a dark purple electric light suddenly swirled around him. The already deep purple of the electric light was a little deeper at this moment, and there was a faint tendency to turn black.

Caesar raised his eyebrows, and the surprise in his heart was even greater.

He sensed something unusual from the dark purple electric light that swirled around Beecher. He knew in his heart that Beecher's thunder was also not an ordinary thunder, and it must be a thunder of extremely high quality.

At this time, Beecher reached its peak, countless electric lights flowed, and countless thunders roared. The sky seemed to be affected by this lightning and thunder, and the battle between the two seemed to have attracted God's attention, and a dark cloud was slowly drifting in, obscuring the sky little by little.

Beecher began to murmur as the electric light around him began to moan as if a beast was poised to attack and was staring at its prey.

With a finger of the staff, Beecher looked at Caesar with blazing eyes, as if talking to himself:

"Ben Lei!"

Facing Caesar, who has a high-level thunder, Beecher also showed his housekeeping skills.

In fact, few people know that the reason why the five legendary magical families of Macedonia are called legendary magical families is not because of a legal code or a name passed down by word of mouth.

In fact, each of these historical families once possessed a high class power consistent with its own attributes.

It's like the Sander family's "running thunder".

It's just that in the slow passage of time, the power inheritance of the other four families has gradually been broken, and those powerful forces have disappeared. The only thing left is the once glorious code and its own sense of glory.

Only the Sander family still inherits the powerful "Benlei".

To inherit this powerful energy, the heir undoubtedly needs to be quite outstanding talented, affinity for their own attribute elements, and not bad luck.

Under such harsh conditions, it is normal for the strength of the other four major families to be lost.

The Sander family is extremely fortunate to have preserved this power inheritance. This is also why, the Sander family has almost ranked first among the five legendary families in terms of comprehensive strength for generations.

Among the younger generation, Beecher is the only one who has successfully inherited this power. In other words, Beecher Sander is already the next head of the Sander family.

Looking at the thunder that kept making rushing sounds, the corners of Caesar's mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

He had seen the wild thunder of the Wild Thunder Sword Saint Leonidas a little, and the power that was no less than the prison thunder surprised him, but today he actually saw another equally powerful thunder power, how could he not make Caesar excited?

With a thought, the hell surged wildly, and Caesar once again took the lead in attacking Beecher.

As he ran, Caesar grabbed from the void, and the thunderbolts converged, and in his hand a long sword filled with lightning.

In the face of Beecher who has the power of thunder of the same class, and the two are both great magicians, Caesar can't be careless.

Most of the students in the academy are used to his fighting style. At this time, if you use the sword you are good at, it should not arouse any suspicion.

With the familiar sword in hand, Caesar's confidence soared.

The graceful shadow of the sword streaked through the air, and under the extension of the prison thunder, the shadow of the sword surged towards Beicher who was holding the staff.

Beecher was also unhurried, and the staff began to fly in the air, one after another circles came out one after another.

"Thunder" surged, and a deep purple light streaked across the sky, forming a crescent moon with a roaring sound.

The crescent moon swept past Caesar's waist.

Caesar backhanded the electric sword in his hand against the crescent moon.

The two powerful thunderbolts collided again, and the roar resounded from the ring into the air, resounding in the ears of everyone present.

Battles of this level are not common in the academy, and almost only battles between the ten masters show such momentum.

The collision between the two made all the spectators immersed in the spectators. The lightning was surging and roaring, and everyone could only sigh when they looked at the ring in front of them.

There is no doubt that the two people in front of them are among the strongest in the younger generation.

Even those who hated Caesar had to admit it.