Of course, to be able to fight to this extent, Les is already very satisfied......

After all, Fran is a true Titled Magician.

"Merlin, though, never takes risks......" Just as Les thought this, Saruman next to him interjected slowly.

"Huh?" Les was stunned for a moment, then reacted......

yes, Merlin never takes risks......

If you think about it carefully, the first time I heard about this young archmage was at the hearing of the Hope Potion, and after several months of contact, it seems that this is really the case.

Every word the young archmage said and did was not to mind how incredible it seemed at the time, but often at the very end of the day you will find that it was actually a deliberate decision, and you will rarely see him take any risks, let alone anything he is desperate to do.

Will it be the same this time?

The battle continued, the two sides still maintained their previous posture, one attacking and the other defending, Fran had just just risen from the ground, and everything seemed to have changed.

But among the joint exploration teams, such as Suas, Saruman, and Les, these truly senior mages knew that this battle had entered the most dangerous stage.

Although the young archmage has been attacking, it seems that he has the advantage, but in fact, he is walking on a tightrope, and a mistake and a negligence may make him fall into the abyss. Once he finds a chance to fight back, the crushing pressure of the Titled Wizard is overwhelming. will easily tear each other apart......

In fact, Fran thinks so, too.

For Fran. This battle was indeed somewhat unexpected.

The sudden fire explosion completely disrupted Fran's rhythm, not only made Fran lose face greatly, but also put Fran in an embarrassing situation of being passively beaten.

But Fran believes that all this is only temporary.

As a titled magician, how could he be suppressed by a ninth-level archmage, and the titled magician lifted his hand and every move, with an unparalleled amount of magic power, and released a spell at will. It may be impossible for a ninth-level archmage to resist, and it is purely downright crushing.

All I have to do now is endure for the time being......

As long as the opponent makes a mistake, he can turn the tide of the battle at any time and return everything before, even the one with interest.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fran's mouth couldn't help but show a sneer, this Marfa Merlin was so naïve, did he really think that after a fire explosion technique hurt him. Do you really have the strength to fight against the Titled Magus?

Now this kind of crazy spell suppression can only be described as ridiculous.

You're just a ninth-level archmage, and with your ninth-level archmage's pitiful strength, you want to suppress a titled magician. It's just a dream, how much magic you have, how many spells you have. Even if you take advantage of the right time and place to complete a coincidental suppression. Do you have what it takes to keep this repression going?

What about letting you suppress for thirty seconds?

What if you even have to suppress it for a minute?

If you make one mistake, I can break you to pieces.

Unless. You can really keep me suppressed from beginning to end so that I can't cast a single spell, and then you might really have a chance to win this battle.

Is this possible......

Is it possible for a ninth-level archmage to remain suppressed throughout the battle when facing a titled magician?

Don't talk about you Marfa Merlin, even if it were Suas, you wouldn't dare to say such things.

Now Fran's idea is very simple, don't you want to suppress, then I'll let you suppress it, I'll see how long you can suppress, what if you suppress it for a minute or two, sooner or later you will make a mistake, as long as you make a mistake, I will let you know how big the gap between the titled magician and the ninth-level archmage is!

So in the continuous spell bombardment, Fran has always seemed unhurried, while defending, patiently looking for loopholes, and there is a bit of mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth.

But gradually, Fran couldn't laugh anymore......

Because Fran found that the other party seemed to have suppressed himself for a little too long......

Three minutes have passed, and the other party's spell casting has not made a single mistake, the whole person is like a precision machine, precise and efficient, every spell seems to have been rubbed down from a textbook, so that people can't find a single loophole at all......

It's a terrible feeling......

Fran could see very clearly that the other party had not performed a single explosion from beginning to end, all the spells were regular spells, and even the magic ability had not been used.

But these conventional spells, one after another, made him breathless at all, at this time, Fran felt as if he was trapped in a swamp, the more he struggled and resisted, the deeper he would fall.

Fran panicked......

What's going on, he has obviously stepped into the realm of a Titled Magister, and his opponent is only a ninth-level archmage in his twenties, why would this battle make him feel so difficult?

"Do you want to lose?" a sudden thought flashed through Fran's mind.

This was the first time Fran realized that he could lose this fight......

Fran herself was frightened by the thought of herself......

How could it be possible to lose!

When the battle began, Fran didn't even think about losing, no, no, no, to be more precise, Fran didn't even think about fighting.

Crushing a ninth-level archmage with the power of a titled magician, is this also a battle?

But now, Fran suddenly realizes that he really could lose......

Because, this battle has entered a rhythm that Fran can't crack at all, and the almost impeccable spell suppression makes Fran breathless at all. The barrage of spells continued one after another, and Fran couldn't even find time to fight back. If this continues, it will not be like Fran waiting for the opponent to make a mistake in the attack. Instead, the opponent waited for Forlan to make a mistake in defense......

"What should I do?" Fran suddenly panicked in his heart, and the consequences of losing this battle were something that Fran couldn't bear at all.

It's not just as simple as losing the right to prioritize magic materials......

This also involves Fran's only reliance, the psychic suit crystal balance that he just obtained......

It's no exaggeration to say that if Fran loses this battle, he will really lose everything!

No, we can't wait any longer!

At this time, Fran had no patience to wait for the other party to make a mistake, and Fran began to mobilize all his magic power. It's still a near-life-and-death outburst.

However......

Fran forgot the truth of being quick and not getting there, and for a mage, a flustered state of mind is the biggest enemy.

In order to complete the outbreak faster, Fran did not fill the gap with a rune shield in time after the elemental shield entered a state of exhaustion......

At this time, Fran's mind was full of all kinds of luck psychology, Fran thought. Such a small loophole will not be caught by the other party......

As a result, Fran was wrong again......

Almost at the moment when the elemental shield disappeared, a little flame appeared in Lin Yun's palm. It looked like it was just a finger-sized point, not too blazing or too bright, but the moment the flame appeared. Suas, who was in the crowd, suddenly let out an exclamation.

Because Suas recognized this flame. It was the little bit of flame that the young archmage used to kill the leader of the Thunderbird in the primeval forest......

Pity. Suas's exclamation came too late......

Before Fran could even start the burst of flames that flickered into the wind, it instantly turned into a shining fire, like a whip, and slammed into Fran's body......

"Merlin!" Suas reacted quickly, and after an exclamation, an ice barrier had already struck, clinging to Fran's body, protecting his entire body.

The Ice Barrier is a sixth-level spell, and its protective power is so strong that it is famous among spells below level eight.

But Suas saw that the dazzling fire was only slightly blocked by the ice barrier, and then swept through Fran's body with a "snort......

"Ahhh......h

The whole treasure trove was silent......

Time seems to freeze in this instant.

After a "bang", Fran fell heavily again, and after a long time, Fran spat out a mouthful of blood, propped himself on the ground with one hand, and struggled a few times to get up, but after several efforts, he lay back on the ground......

This time, it's not a fire blast.

The upper-level Demon Flame Elf did it himself, it was close to the strength of the Titled Wizard level, and once it broke out, even the Thunderbird Leader would be killed with one blow, not to mention Fran a human?

Without the blocking of the elemental shield and the protection of the rune shield, Fran was able to survive thanks to the ice barrier released by Suas at the end of the day.

That ice barrier absorbed at least half of the damage of the upper Demon Flame Elf, and the rest of the general damage really fell on Fran.

But even so, the current Fran has already lost half of his life......

The robes on his body had been torn apart by the violent magic, and at this time they were hanging on Fran's body one by one, stained with blood and dust, making Fran look extremely embarrassed, and his right shoulder and arm were almost completely wasted, and they were hanging limply to the side at this time......

"Fran Magician......" Lin Yun walked through the dust and smoke, slowly walked in front of Fran, and after fumbling in his pocket for a while, he took out two hell hearts: "Do you still think I'm cheating?"

I really didn't go to Dongguan!(To be continued......)