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Beecher kept summoning "Running Thunder", and countless filaments of electric light danced around Caesar, and every inch of filament carried thousands of "Running Thunder", trying to tear Caesar apart.

Caesar, on the other hand, stood unhurriedly in the electric light, stretching his arms and absorbing the powerful power of thunder.

The two were at a stalemate.

Caesar opened his mouth like a lion, directly inhaling the terrifying "Running Thunder" into his body, without showing any mercy.

And Beecher was not far away, with a blue face, trying to maintain the "thunder" and not let the magic collapse.

But this magic that Becher was so proud of seemed to be just a delicious lunch when he arrived at Caesar, and he absorbed it.

Originally, Beecher wanted to break the jar and force Caesar to burst. But from now on, this Caesar is like a bottomless pit, allowing the fierce and uncontrollable "thunder" to enter his body. And Beecher's "Thunder" after entering Caesar's body, it was really like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reaction.

Caesar felt the furious "Thunder" enter his body, and then merged with the "Hellthunder". There was friction between the two in the fusion, and the charges attracted and repelled each other, but in the end, thousands of charges were still mixed together like water.

Eventually, Beecher felt that this was not the way to go. Caesar seemed painless, still casually absorbing his "thunder". On his side, he is on the verge of limiting, and he will soon use up all his mana.

Caught between a dilemma, Beecher stopped casting the spell again.

Caesar absorbed the last trace of thunder power that wandered around him, and completely dissolved this trick "Ten Thousand Thunders".

Feeling that the last thunder power was compatible with his own "prison thunder", Caesar let out a sigh of relief.

Absorbing the huge power of "Thunder", Caesar himself has slightly improved both the quality of "Hellthunder" and the amount of magic.

Absorption and release are not equal, and absorption is much more difficult than release. Therefore, although Beecher released an amazing amount of magic to maintain the "Ten Thousand Thunders", in the end, it was absorbed by Caesar and could be transformed into the energy used by Caesar, but there was not much in fact.

However, no matter how much, "Running Thunder" is a thunder power that is very close to "Prison Thunder" in terms of class, and absorbing such a large amount of "Running Thunder" is still a bit of an improvement for Caesar.

At this time, Beecher was no longer as relaxed as before, his eyes showed caution, and at the same time, he was deeply jealous of Caesar.

The battle between the two continues, but it is not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that this battle is coming to an end.

Beecher's mana has been consumed in the round of competition just now, and if it continues like this, not to mention being defeated by Caesar, it will also be consumed alive.

So, for Beecher, it's just a matter of one hand. The next offensive is the time to decide the winner. If Beecher fails to take Caesar down with a thunderbolt, then the only thing that awaits him is defeat.

The winner is here, and both Beecher and Caesar know it.

Beecher sank into his mind and summoned all the magic he had left.

The terrifying thunder roared in everyone's ears again.

Caesar's "Hellthunder" was silent, unhurriedly hovering around him with a pale blue glow.

Both sides stared at each other.

Caesar was not accustomed to just standing still, allowing magic to collide with each other.

His attacks were all transformed into momentum, and he literally used every inch of his body to defeat the enemy.

At this moment, Caesar acted again.

The figure flickered, and between the running, the sword of thunder light appeared in his hand again.

And Beecher was even more empty-minded after knowing that this was likely to be his final blow.

He wasn't dismayed by Caesar's rapid approach. This time, he performed better than even every shot before him. Perhaps, this is the so-called counterattack in a desperate situation.

"Ben Lei" is still so powerful.

The sound of thousands of birds chirping at the same time resounded in the sky above the training ground.

Looking at Caesar getting closer and closer, Beecher's eyes were more determined.

Time seems to change the speed of the flow at this time, and the time of each second is like a balloon floating in the air, shaking and soaring.

In Beecher's pupils, Caesar's figure was exceptionally clear.

Each of his movements, like a coherent picture, gradually dissolves in his eyes.

Visible!

Beecher could see Caesar's every move. Accustomed to his lightning-fast movements, Beecher finally caught up with Caesar's movements in this final moment.

Countless balls of thunder appeared in front of Beecher.

The deep purple electric light stained the originally blue sky into a haze.

The balls of light were overflowing with electromagnetic power, dancing with electric light.

A shrill roar came from these balls of light, as if it were about to tear everyone's eardrums apart.

Caesar's sword of thunder swung into the air, and his form was only a few meters away from Beecher.

Beecher was still standing there, waiting, waiting for the perfect moment.

Caesar's sword was already standing in the air, and it looked like it was about to fall.

The ball of light in front of Beecher jumped, ready to go, giving it the appearance of a sharpness that could pierce the enemy at any moment.

Caesar's figure dilated in his pupils, little by little.

The sword of thunder was about to fall, but Beecher suddenly struck at this moment.

Countless balls of light instantly poured towards Caesar from all directions.

Caesar stared at the thousands of balls of light.

Just as he was about to dodge, who knows, these balls of electric light that emitted a piercing roar converged again from all directions.

That point exploded the moment all the balls of light fused.

The terrifying power converged at one point, and the speed of the light ball increased dramatically.

In an instant, a dazzling electric light swallowed Caesar.

The last scene that everyone, including the audience, saw, was that the ball of light seemed to hit Caesar's abdomen directly.

Who will win and who will lose, at this time, is still unknown.

The light faded, and the world returned to everyone's eyes.

In the ring, Beecher stood in a daze.

Caesar was only two or three meters away from him.

In front of Caesar, the ball of light was hovering.

At this time, the electric light on the ball of light had dimmed a lot, and the original piercing sound had also fallen a lot quiet.

The electric light danced on the ball of light, as if it was about to make a final struggle.

Suddenly, the light flashed, and a neat slit appeared on top of the ball of light. The next moment, Beecher's ball of electric light split into two halves in mid-air, dissipating little by little.

On Beecher's body, a sword mark appeared on his chest.

The sword scar tore through his mage robes, leaving a deep trail of blood.

Blood spilled.

Of course, the protection mechanism of the training ground has been triggered, so Caesar's sword is only a scar. If it weren't for this protection mechanism, Caesar's sword would have cut Beecher in two.

Caesar looked at Beecher who was falling little by little, and there was a little appreciation in his eyes.

At the last moment, Caesar did not dare to spare his hand. If there is a little mercy on the part of his subordinates, maybe it is not himself who is standing here.

Similarly, if it weren't for last night, in the thunderstorm that made him feel something, maybe today's battle would be even more difficult.

In short, this opponent deserves to be remembered.

Caesar, who was standing in the ring, sighed silently, but suddenly felt a burst of gaze.

Caesar also set his sights in that direction.

I saw a conspicuous figure standing in the audience.

Manstein!

It seems that at the same time as Caesar was fighting, Manstein also won the opponent.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and sparks rose from the ground.