"It's not good to be proud. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Maxwell said lightly, his thumb clasped his middle finger and snapped his fingers, and when the fingers sounded, the electric light of the five finger tips converged into a group, followed by an arm-thick electric light with a hissing sound and hit the bridge pier, and the electric light was so powerful that it instantly penetrated the bridge pier. Pascal flashed to the right like a ghost, and the lightning grazed his left shoulder, and his clothes seemed to be burned by fire, and pieces of ash the size of fingernails fell, and were blown into dust by the breeze.

"It's not fair! You cheat!" Polly pointed to the big screen, which was cut into nine pieces, except for the middle one, which was a close-up of Maxwell, and the remaining eight shots were concentrated under the overpass, revealing Pascal's back, back, left, right, up and down, but he didn't mark his pores one by one. But the stands were so big that no one could hear her shouting except for the people nearby. Pascal realized why he subconsciously dodged, it turned out that he noticed that the airships around him were staring closely at the cameras, and he had already realized that something was wrong.

The host shouted loudly: "This is the age of electricity, and the power of electricity is incomparable, and it is the source of power for the whole world! Young Master Maxwell is even more brilliant like electricity! Those ordinary people who only know that they are hiding in the shadows are no opponent in any case! This is a duel between light and shadow, no, shadow cannot see the light...... Electric light will win, Master Maxwell will win!" probably felt that it was too much to say as if it was suspected of belittling Watt, and then said: "But we can't ignore the great significance of the steam age, the steam age and the electric age, but the two major eras of human beings from darkness to light, although the steam prodigy Young Master Watt is not as good as Master Maxwell, but he is also the best of the best!"

Watt sat in the stands as if he had entered Isaac's house, and had visited the Pope at the Amber Palace, where he had given him the birthstone wrench, which he had given to Nicole, who was now using it to heal him, and Mary was to probe him, and Sarah knelt before him and pushed him—a treatment that made Hook's mouth water. When the host finished speaking, Barbie just finished eating ice cream, and licked her tongue with relish: "This kid can't speak, does the captain want me to blow her up?"

On the arena, Maxwell shot several bridge piers under the attack, Pascal saw that the road above his head was crumbling, and his body shook and crashed into the bridge pier, the bridge pier clicked and broke, and the bridge deck could no longer support the rumble and smashed down, those camera operators manipulated the camera to dodge, and when the dust passed, they saw a ruin rising on the arena, where was Pascal's figure.

"Oh, Kuroko was not stoned to death, Kuroko, Kuroko, have you been stoned to death, speak quickly-"

Although Russell knew that Pascal would not hang up like this, but seeing that he had almost no room to fight back under Maxwell's electric attack, he couldn't help but worry, and sat up on the armrest of the stretcher, and Alice hurried over to help him. Maxwell flicked his index finger in front of Pascal, and the lightning flashed and cut a groove in the ruins, and the electric light continued to make a groove in the ruins, and the groove became deeper and deeper, and Pascal was still visible in the slate on the ground. As soon as Maxwell was startled, the stone slab in front of him flew up, and a cloud of dust bloomed like a wave, revealing Pascal's figure, holding a paper knife in his right hand, and the book in his left hand grew larger.

"It's a good time!" Maxwell put his index fingers together, and the two electric dragons circled like pearls, and when they hit the book, there was a muffled sound, and the book was crushed by two lightning rays to reveal a large hole. Pascal did his best at the moment, but he didn't expect that the body protection book was still easily shattered by the electric light, and he didn't think much about his body being in the air, and when he pulled it up, he drove the pieces of paper to fly all over the sky. Maxwell's ring finger and little finger were just about to shoot out the electric light dart, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and he saw that the paper in the sky was mixed with Pascal's severed arm and stump, and he couldn't help but feel a trance in front of him: "Illusion!" Maxwell immediately changed his tricks as he spoke, and the five fingers of his hands formed a hook, and the fingertips were connected to the electric light.

"Grid?" Pascal didn't know what to call Maxwell's move, and a section of the paper tower popped out of his body, enveloping the whole person inside, and following the tip of the paper tower to pounce on Maxwell like a centipede. Maxwell's ten fingers exerted his strength again, and the power grid became more and more dense under the interweaving of electricity and light, this move not only broke the paper tower but also blocked his retreat, so as to thwart it in one fell swoop. The electric and optical nets are generally turned to the paper tower, and they are clearly displayed through the large screen, which provokes a burst of amazement from the audience in the stands, and Maxwell smiles slightly, lamenting the incomparable power of technology in the electric age.

The paper tower under the power grid actually swelled, it turned out that Pascal released several layers of paper towers in it one after another, his move looked rash but dangerous, so he bet that Maxwell would use the power grid without electric light, after all, although the power of electric light is strong, he has been avoided several times before, so he can't hang his face again and again. Maxwell really hit the plan, and the electric light gathered the paper tower and instantly burned into a fire dragon, but he saw that a white light suddenly lit up in the fire dragon, followed by a shout: "Unprecedented-"

In the shout, Pascal's paper knife opened the way, and the magic on the paper knife was faintly shining, cutting off the power grid, and the people also took the opportunity to rush through the power grid to Maxwell. Maxwell pressed his two fingers together, and the two electric bolts swirled out and condensed, sweeping towards Pascal like a sword.

"Spiral electric lightsaber!" Polly in the stands was cheering for Pascal with long sunspots and short sunspots, and when he saw Maxwell's ever-changing electric light, he couldn't help but worry about Pascal.

As soon as the paper knife and electric sword clashed, Pascal found that the magic of the paper knife was instantly defeated, and the two touches were separated, and the right foot stepped out to the left front, and the paper knife still slashed Maxwell obliquely. Maxwell saw Pascal's move so quickly, he shook his finger spiral electric lightsaber to face the paper knife, and before the sword clashed, he saw Pascal's waist twisted, and he turned around and went around to his left side, and the paper knife slashed to his thigh from bottom to top. Pascal made these few clean and neat strokes, and the coordination of his hands and feet was even more seamless, and his posture was somewhat similar to his dancing posture, and Maxwell couldn't help but secretly admire, fortunately, the spiral electric lightsaber only needed to move his fingers, and the latter hair was in front of his left leg. Pascal didn't stop, his body instantly stepped forward behind Maxwell, and slashed at Maxwell's left rib with a backhand diagonal swing of the paper knife, and the action was smooth, as if it was scheduled to be like this from the beginning. Maxwell finally moved his steps and turned sideways slightly, and the spiral electric lightsaber was about to hold the paper knife by a few points, only to reach the paper knife halfway through.

In this way, Pascal almost did not touch the ground with his feet, and the paper knife trick was like a dragonfly dotting water, circling Maxwell without stopping, and in a few moments, the paper knife was fluctuating, like a rope pulling Maxwell's body to move. Maxwell frowned slightly, clenched his left hand into a fist and was just about to make a killing move, when he saw Pascal's body floating backwards in the glide, a little white shadow flying out of the sleeves of his hands, and when he saw the wind, he turned into a paper crane the size of a foot, fluttering his wings and throwing a moth into a fire. At this time, the paper cranes are all over the sky, and there is no space left and right, whether it is electric light or power grid, it is difficult to sweep away these dozens or hundreds of paper cranes.

Maxwell sighed softly, but he didn't expect to be forced to this step, and with a grip of electric light in his left hand, it burst out of his fist, and instantly opened a wide net to cover Maxwell's entire body. Pascal then knew that he was afraid that it was also this trick when the paper needle was eliminated before, but he thought it was dazzling when it was flashed away.

Fulton in the stands stared blankly, and sighed for a long time: "When I was competing in the mountains, I thought I was releasing water by myself, but now Pascal has not used real kung fu! Alas, I originally thought that he was just an unsociable nerd, but I didn't expect to unknowingly practice this amazing art industry! Could it be that Her Majesty's fiery eyes have already seen this, so that he has a blue eye? It must be so, Her Majesty the Queen deserves to be Her Majesty the Queen!"

"I still need to say it!" Stephen couldn't help but sigh, "Deborah doesn't complain about losing." ”

Maxwell had no choice but to use the Faraday cage, but he didn't expect Pascal's paper crane to fly out of his sleeve continuously, and the attack was straight like a tide, his left hand clenched his fist and did not dare to be careless, not to mention that the paper crane hit the electric light, even if it hit the gap between the electric light, it was immediately disintegrated into atoms by the Faraday cage, and it looked like it disappeared out of thin air, which was more like magic than magic.

Pascal wanted to rely on the paper crane offensive to consume Maxwell's electricity, but when he saw the paper crane crashing into the Faraday cage, it was like being sucked into a black hole without leaving a trace, not to mention that the paper and the magic attached to the paper crane disappeared immediately, although he couldn't figure out the reason, but he also knew that he was afraid that he would collapse first, and the paper crane continued to cover the sky and press on Maxwell, and the other side quietly released the paper dragon.

"Look, everyone, that person doesn't know what to release, it's like a paper dragon, it's a paper dragon-" The host shouted out for fear that Maxwell wouldn't see it.

Maxwell frowned slightly when he heard the host's shout, and suddenly there was a generous sky in front of him, and the paper crane was completely destroyed, but he saw Pascal standing in front of the fountain, and a pillar-like thing stood proudly behind him, and the thing spewed out a water arrow with a big mouth: "Qinglong spits water!" Under the pressure of Pascal's magic, the water arrow was pierced on the Faraday cage like a gun, but he didn't expect it to disappear immediately like a paper crane, and there was no trace of water vapor.

"Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell—" Maxwell was courteous in his dealings with people, without the slightest hint of the noble son's perverse habits, and his reputation in Atlantis was excellent, but everyone did not expect him to be so amazing, and the spectators in the stands chanted his name and cheered, as if waiting to see how he cleaned up Pascal, who was like a beast for gladiators, but only used to show his graceful manner.

Pascal looked at Maxwell in Faraday's cage, and under the electric light, it was like a white jade tray holding a pearl, and his face was extraordinarily bright, and he was like a jade tree in an ancient book. It stands to reason that he has the advantage on the field at the moment, but looking at Maxwell's momentum in his chest, it is obviously not the self-confidence cultivated by winning or losing one or two games, but the accumulation of everything from childhood to adulthood. Maxwell is not here to fight or win, but more like to take what belongs to him, he is used to being a winner in life, victory is as natural as breathing for him, a look, an expression, a movement, all show his self-confidence. Maxwell is like the sunshine that makes him have nothing to hide, shining the inferiority complex that he has always hidden in the depths of his heart. Even if Maxwell loses this competition, he will still be Maxwell, and there will be no change in the slightest; even if he wins this competition, he will not be able to become Maxwell, he will not be cheered and cheered by everyone, and he will not have the confidence between Maxwell's eyebrows and the bearing of his gestures.

These thoughts flashed through Pascal's mind for a moment, like a spring gushing out, almost breaking the embankment of his so-called reason, no matter what, he must win this battle, even if he provokes all the spectators in the stands, even if he loses the path of the draft, even if he loses an arm, he must defeat Maxwell, after all, there may only be one chance in his life, and if he can take away the glory of winning, even if he loses more, it is worth it. Pascal thought of this, the magic overflowed to protect his body, his right hand grasped the handle of the knife, his left hand pinched the tip of the knife, the paper knife trembled under the wrestling of the left and right hands, and then the left hand suddenly let go, and the paper knife was pulled out from the bottom to the top, and once again used the killer weapon: "Unprecedented-"