After he took off his magic robe, he revealed the black light armor on his body, which matched the white lining inside, the blood stains on his legs, and the blood marks left on his face when he wiped the sweat just now, his long body was jade, but his tone was indifferent, but his eyes were still full of fighting intent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mentor Fryer and Guerrero of the Carlos Academy of Magic looked at each other, secretly glad in their hearts.

Fortunately, it wasn't Carlos Academy of Magic that drew the challenge lot before.

This is a crazy opponent who doesn't give his enemies a chance to breathe.

I don't know if this is the style of the Lantis School of Magic, if so, then the team challenge in the afternoon, the Carlos School of Magic should not be their challenge.

The Carlos Academy of Magic is rejoicing, and the Blas Academy of Magic is panicking.

Before Sri Lanka was unconscious, the trainees who were taking care of Tatara and Charlie came to the crowd in a panic, whispered a few words to Tutor Figura, and then took Tutor Figura with him to the lounge where the wounded were located.

Charlie had been treated with potions and magic, and his wounds had healed, and he was still unconscious.

Tatara was slightly injured, having lost several teeth in the previous battle, and the back of his head hit the ground twice, opening a wound that had also been healed. At this time, he was sitting on the bed, his eyes glazed, and when he saw someone coming in, he didn't seem to see it.

Figura whispered, "What's going on?"

Next to him was a monk from the Temple of Light, who replied, "I'm very sorry, but I can't heal this arm of his. ”

Figura was taken aback.

When Tatara heard this, he raised his head and said with tears in his eyes: "Mentor, I'm done, help me." ”

Figura forced his composure and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely find a way." He carefully raised Tatara's right arm, and Tatara screamed "ahhh

It must be that this monk is unwilling to expend his wish to heal!

Figura glanced at the monk, secretly annoyed.

The monk could see clearly, how could he not know what he was thinking, and he snorted softly, his face gloomy, and he did not speak.

Figura, who is also a dual sorcerer of fire and wood, gently lowered his arm and performed a healing spell on Tatara's arm, and then Wen Yan said to Tatara, "Try it now." ”

Tatara raised her arm, but only with a little force, she screamed and couldn't help crying: "Still no, it's over, mentor, I'm done." ”

Figura's heart sank, he could see very clearly, Tatara's upper arm was intact, but his lower arm did not obey the call, he did not believe evil and performed another healing spell, and the result was still the same.

What's going on?

Figura's heart was cold, and he froze in place, motionless.

The monk said coldly, "It's not just him," he said, "and so is the one lying down," he said, lifting his chin to the other bed. ”

Figura looked at him in a daze, hurried over to Charlie's bed, and carefully stroked his right hand.

The monk said coldly behind him, "Left hand!"

Figula raised Charlie's left hand, and sure enough, the upper arm was intact, but the lower arm was not strong, and Charlie, who was in a coma, also "snorted", and his face showed pain.

Why is this happening?

Figula's face was disgraced, and there were only three healing spells on the continent, the "healing technique" in the wood magic, the "hydrotherapy" in the water magic, and the "healing technique" in the light magic, but now even the "healing technique" with the best effect did not work, Figura knew that it was obviously ridiculous to pin his hopes on the "hydrotherapy" in the water magic.

But what options are there now?

That's the only option!

Just as he was thinking about trying it out with a famous water magician, the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then, two handymen walked in with a stretcher, and Figura saw at a glance that this was Sri Lanka.

Sri Lanka is also defeated!

Figura's heart was full of bitterness, but he immediately put it away, and a terrible thought haunted him, making him desperate to know the result.

When the unconscious Sri Lanka was placed on the bed, the monk did not step forward, let Figura squeeze him away, tremblingly raised Sri Lanka's left arm, and then lifted his right hand, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I only heard the monk say coldly: "Don't be happy yet, look at his wrist." "This monk has been treating others for many years and has a lot of experience, and he can see at a glance that something is wrong.

Figura was startled, and quickly took a closer look, and sure enough, like the first two students, his wrist was broken.

The monk said: "Who is their opponent?

Figura muttered, "Offend him?"

only to hear a faint voice outside the door, amplified countless times by a magic megaphone: "One more!"

Figura raised his head suddenly, shocked, and shouted to the students who were still standing stupidly in the treatment room: "Dorey, hurry up and let Ager admit defeat, don't send people up, go quickly." ”

Dorey was stunned for a moment, nodded yes, and rushed out.

Figura also didn't care about the three injured trainees, and hurriedly followed.

When Dore arrived, he saw a student walking into the ring from a distance, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, so he rushed to the Blas Academy of Magic, bowed his head and said to Ager: "Mentor, Mentor Figura wants us to admit defeat." ”

Ager said angrily: "How is this possible, even if we are not opponents, we can't even lose the courage to fight." He pointed to the students on the stage, "Do you want us to admit defeat now?

Tutor Figura came panting: "Ager, we admit defeat, the defeated students have all broken their hands, and there is no way to recover at all, we can't harm them!"

In a hurry, he didn't lower his voice at all, and the students were shocked together.

Ager's face changed and he stood up: "Are you serious?"

Figura didn't bother to say more, ran to the ring and shouted, "Let's pause the game first, pause." ”

The referee said angrily, "What are you doing?" The two people who were facing each other on the stage also looked over.

Figura gasped, "I'm very sorry, I have something to say to my students. ”

The referee pondered for a moment, nodded and beckoned to the Blas cadet to come to the ring.

Figura hurriedly nodded to the referee and whispered to the students: "After the battle starts, find an opportunity to admit defeat." ”

The student was dissatisfied: "Tutor Figula, are you kidding?"

Figura stiffened his face: "Do as I say." ”

The student nodded reluctantly after a long while: "Yes, mentor!"

Figura breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his seat.

The student turned, looking angry, and slowly walked back in front of Chris.

Chris smiled, "Can you start?"

"Humph!"

Chris nodded to the referee.

"Scrolls and potions cannot be used in the game, and those who take the initiative to admit defeat, can't get up, and lose resistance are negative, and prepare ~ to start. ”

Chris's smile did not recede, and a strange light suddenly erupted from his body, and he disappeared in place in just a moment.

There was an exclamation from the crowd in the audience:

"He's gone!"

"Stealth, is he an assassin?"

"Where is he?"

"There, look!"

Chris's figure turned into a gust of wind, spinning around his opponent's body, spinning faster and faster, and people could no longer see the body of the student of the Blas Academy of Magic, but they heard his screams:

"Ah~"

"I... Whew~"

The black whirlwind seemed to slow down, and in the ring, a figure flew up half a day high from the whirlwind, and then slammed heavily on the ground, "bang"

The dust settled.

There was silence in the square.

Chris stood in place, looked at his unconscious opponent on the ground, took the magic megaphone from the sluggish referee, and said to the Bruce School of Magic, "Next!" (To be continued.) )