By the time the twin lightning balls sank into the smoke, the thunderclouds above the ring and the shaking on the ground had stopped, and no one could see Sri Lanka. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Is he dead?

Quite a few people are thinking.

"Boom"

The twin lightning balls exploded, and a figure flew straight out of the air, not in the opposite direction, but straight towards Chris.

Sri Lanka!

Everyone could see the faint orange glow emanating from his body.

Countless people stood up and applauded and cheered.

This is a real powerhouse!

Whether it was the ecstasy of everyone at the Blas Academy of Magic, or Jane Gray and Douglas on the podium, even everyone at the Lantis Academy of Magic, who was a hostile at this time, couldn't help but nod in approval.

Unknowingly, Chris plays the role of a villain.

This wonderful transformation made him laugh for a moment, but with a wave of his prepared left hand, a yellow-brown elemental mass quickly wrapped around Sri Lanka's body in midair.

Sri Lanka's image at this time was very embarrassing, the original intact armor was broken everywhere, the helmet was gone, the cuirass was cracked in many places, revealing a gray tattered lining, even the left leg armor had been stripped off piece by piece, the body was covered with dust and charred electric marks, there were blood stains overflowing from the corners of the mouth, and the hands holding the sword were still strong.

It's just that his eyes burned with anger.

Like the god of war coming to his body, he turned over in the air, swept his two-handed sword in the air, pulled his body upward, and with this pull, he turned over again, caught up with Chris who was rapidly retreating, and shouted loudly, and the sword slashed down.

Douglas's eyes lit up on the rostrum and said, "Not bad." ”

Only a warrior can see the skills contained in these movements of Sri Lanka, after the dragon slash, followed by a big earthquake strike, and finally a slash, it is not surprising that these skills are displayed on the ground, but he uses the reaction force of skills and fighting energy in the air to perform them one by one, and he can also keep chasing his opponent while not landing, which is very rare.

Chris kept backing away, his eyes fixed on his opponent, and if it was as expected, Sri Lanka's internal organs had been badly damaged before, and he was only holding back the pain and trying his last bit of strength to inflict heavy damage on his opponent.

This kind of willpower is certainly admirable and terrifying, but in high-intensity combat, it only takes a slight pause to fall to the ground.

In other words, Chris can easily "wait" for victory just by dodging the constant attacks.

It's just that this kind of victory, I don't like it!

With a smack in the back, Chris had retreated to the edge and crashed into the ring shield, and Sri Lanka stared at him tightly and rushed forward in stride.

Chris stood still, a wall of earth rising in front of him.

As if Sri Lanka didn't see it, it still rushed straight up regardless of it, however, the earthen wall disappeared immediately, and Sri Lanka, which was already preparing to withstand the impact, couldn't help but stumble forward and almost fell.

There is a big difference between being mentally prepared and not being mentally prepared.

Chris's hand made many of the magicians present let out a sound of surprise.

This is deception in battle!

Magic doesn't have to hit an opponent to be effective.

It's just a quick way to disperse the elements, but it makes everyone's scalp tingle.

Sri Lanka knew that something was wrong, so he knelt down on one knee, pierced the ground with a big sword, stopped the momentum of the fall, and then "suddenly" to the ground, his eyes were dark, and Chris had been bullied.

His toes were on the ground a little, stepped on Sri Lanka's shoulder, and with more force, he twisted in mid-air, reflexively slashed down with his right leg, who knew that Sri Lanka had already let out a sigh of relief before, and at this time he was already confused, completely ignorant of the opponent's location, only holding the sword in both hands, and raised it upward.

Chris's kick happened to fall at this time, and with a "poof" sound, the tip of the sword pierced through the calf, blood splattered out, and he couldn't help but snort in pain, grabbed the calf, and fell to the ground.

Sri Lanka's hands were no longer able to hold the sword, and he didn't even know that his opponent had been injured by his own unintentional sword, and his brain was black, and he fell forward.

After an instant fight, both fell to the ground at the same time.

Exclamations rang out from the audience, and countless people stood up.

"Sri Lanka!"

"Chris!"

"Hurry up!"

Chris fell to the ground, smiling wryly.

I can't imagine it!

There will come a day when you will hurt yourself!

What a stupid huh!

He sat up slowly.

There were those who sighed and those who cheered, and Chris only smiled at everyone at the Lantis Academy of Magic, looked at Sri Lanka lying beside him and sighed softly.

Sorry!

His hand pinched Sri Lanka's right hand, pressed it on his wrist, pinched the bone seam, and the other hand pressed his palm, and then when he got up, he used both hands to force, and there was a "click" sound, but Sri Lanka did not move.

Chris staggered to his feet and nodded to the referee.

The referee stepped forward, examined the unconscious Sri Lanka, and announced, "In the third round of the challenge, the Lantis Academy of Magic has won." ”

Warm applause rang out.

Then Chris sat down on the ground again, and a heavy sword of sixty or seventy pounds pierced through the calf, and the pain was no joke.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword.

The referee frowned and said, "You can go to the stage and then treat it." ”

Chris looked up and smiled, "Two more!"

The referee was dumbfounded.

Paramedics have arrived on stage to lift Sri Lanka down.

Erlandor came to the ring with the referee's permission and said to Chris, "It's okay, kid, you've done enough, let's do the next." ”

Chris said softly, "Mentor, forgive me for not telling you the reason now, but believe me, I have a reason why I have to do it. He jerked his heavy sword out of his calf, and let out a scream of "ah", blood sprayed all over the ground, and the referee's eyelids jumped.

Elandor was taken aback: "Ah, you reckless child. Seeing that his aching lips were purple and his head was covered with cold sweat, he quickly performed a hydrotherapy on his wound.

On the side, another green magical aura covered the wound, and Chris looked up, "Thank you, Pandis!"

Tears rolled in Pandis's eyes, but he barely held back and whispered, "Go down." ”

Chris shook his head, stretched out his hand, and said, "Pull me." ”

Pandis hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"One more healing. ”

Two healing techniques, one white and one green, covered his legs, and Chris breathed a sigh of relief: "It's comfortable now." Go down!"

He carefully left Pandis's support and tried to take a few steps: "Okay, don't worry!"

"Oh yes!" Chriss, taking off his magic robe and handing it to Pandis, "help me bring it down, it's a hindrance." ”

Pandis took it stunned, watched him walk towards the referee, took the magic megaphone, and said in the direction of the Blas Academy of Magic, "One more!" (To be continued.) )