Before taking the stage, Paslier sensed that his players were depressed, no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as fearful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Carlos Academy of Magic was the first to arrive, followed by Blas Academy of Magic, and Paslier quietly watched as all the stars of the Lantis Academy of Magic arrived, especially that Chris, who was not as forgetful as a young man in the cheers of countless people, and did not even glance at the people around him. Still walked into the contestant table calmly and low-key, sitting at the back, leaning back against the chair, clasping his hands on his chest, and rarely speaking.

It wasn't until the people of the Lantis Academy of Magic entered the ring that his eyes turned to his own side, and at that time, Paslier understood that the object of their choice for the challenge of the afternoon was the Carlos Academy of Magic.

Mentor Guerrero and Mentor Flair both looked very dignified, they had studied several tactics of group cooperation before, but after lunch, Mentor Ferraire suddenly sighed and muttered, "The variables are too great!"

Pasrie understood that the two mentors were worried about Chris's presence in the Team Challenge, and on the other hand, they couldn't be sure of the strength of the people at Lantis' School of Magic.

Of course, the chances of Chris playing should be very small, firstly, the morning battle was also very attritional, and he was also injured.

However, there should be someone stronger than Chris in the Lantis School of Magic, otherwise Chris would not be just a substitute.

Then, Paslier inevitably thought of Chris's four battles, especially the last one, with such a ghostly speed that one couldn't help but send chills down his spine when he thought about it. Perhaps, he is indeed much worse than him. In the team competition, if there is such a person who attacks in such a way, who can resist it? Can I do it? Paslier's palms were sweaty.

It wasn't until he stood in the ring, facing the Lantis magic student, that Pasrie couldn't help but glance at Chris, he was still the same, he hadn't even changed his movements, if he was winning, he should at least show some excitement, if he wasn't sure, he should have shown some nervousness, but he didn't have any.

It seems impossible to see anything from this person's eyes.

Even the opponent who was about to enter the battle did not show any provocation or excitement, let alone a look of fear and evasion.

Paslier's heart sank, and he was afraid that we would lose.

He held out a finger in the ranks, which was a pre-agreed code: the first set of tactics.

The students nodded.

When the battle began, the opponent didn't attack immediately, they gathered together at the first time, and the mage in the middle cast a buff support magic.

Whatever it was, Pasrier was annoyed by his passivity.

"Quick!" he shouted, and the three warriors charged at each other, and the other two magicians each raised their staffs.

Paslière, on the other hand, did not move, and his own mages could not be unguarded against their melee units.

Then the other six people scattered at a great speed.

"It's Wind Auxiliary Magic!"

The other three magicians on the other side each cast their own magic, and the male magician's casting speed seemed to be a little faster, Paslier felt the vibration under his feet, and his heart was startled, and he rolled to the side, and sure enough, the stone slab and clod where he had been standing began to shake violently.

Unfortunately, although the two mages on their side cast their magic, the strong vibration of the moment made them lose their alignment, and they didn't know where to cast them, and then they had to crouch down to stabilize their bodies as soon as possible.

The first time the fight fell to the downside, and Paslier only felt bitter in his mouth.

It seems that his decision is wrong, he should have launched a charge after the three members of the team to form a second wave of attacks, so as to contain most of the mages on the other side, you know, they have more mages than ours.

But it's still too late!

Paslier was about to charge, when suddenly three tall tree men burst out of the ground, the huge momentum was no worse than the earthquake just felt, as soon as they appeared, they grew rapidly, and before they were fully formed, they began to wave the vines growing all over their bodies, pumping them on the ground and making a "snap" By the time they were fully formed, the treants were nearly three meters tall, and the vines on their bodies were almost thicker than human arms, and Paslier saw them shatter in half after a few blows.

Get around them!, Paslière, gritted his teeth as he looked at the three treemen who were deliberately lined up. It's not that I'm afraid of the strength of the treemen, but I know that with such a block, the vision of my own magicians will be blocked, and in that way, without the magic support in the rear, the attack of the three warriors will almost lose its meaning.

The magician on the left is you!, Paslier gritted his teeth.

He took advantage of the treeman's massive size and silently circled to the left, the sound of the vine striking so loudly that he didn't notice that the mage behind him had fallen to the ground.

With a kick of his right foot, Paslier's body slammed into the mage like a meteor across the sky.

His body obscured the light, and the magician turned his face with a look of horror in his eyes, but his feet quickly retreated inward.

It's too late!

However, in a flash of lightning, Paslier crashed into the air, but the opponent could not get out of his attack range, and following the castration, Paslier pursued in a few steps in a row, slashing at the opponent with a sword.

Only the two of them could hear the sound of shattering, the other party's body a layer of blue and white shield shattered in response, the two-handed sword was still strong, and a huge wound was cut on the opponent's chest, and the other party only let out a short scream and flew straight out.

Before he had time to glance at him, Paslier rushed towards the other male student who was casting his magic, and as he ran, the fighting spirit on his body suddenly rose outward, and the golden yellow was retracted inward, and a faint red light was cast around his body.

- Berserk!In a short period of time, all attacks, defenses, speeds, and skill strength are completely increased by one level, while also reducing some pain.

Paslier knows that the opportunity is only in such a short period of tens of seconds, and whether he can grasp it or not, he can only rely on this.

After Grace is knocked into the air, Terry and Pandis notice the enemy at the same time.

As soon as Terry smashed a meteorite into the face of a warrior, Paslim rushed in front of him, and Terry could only lie on the ground, narrowly dodging the opponent's blow, and then, a spell in his hand fell on Paslier's body - Terry's spell casting speed was indeed not blown.

Paslier's weapon missed, and his body swept past Terry, and then he felt his body sink and his movements become sluggish.

Paslier gritted his teeth, but at this time he did not allow himself to turn back and mend the sword to the guy on the ground, he had already seen that there were only two warriors left on his side, both of them were entangled in thorns, because they could not move, and could only be extremely passively suppressed by the other warrior.

"Arian get out of the way!" Dylan shouted, and a huge fireball appeared in front of her.

"About eight meters away!" Paslier thought as the opposing warrior had retreated, and the most threatening was the fire mage.

He shouted and charged.

However, as soon as he rushed into the air, the huge fireball came straight towards him, Paslier was already prepared, his hands shook, and the light on his two-handed swords was bright, seeing the direction of the fireball, he slashed down fiercely.

It is common knowledge that water can extinguish fires, but most people have never seen a fireball almost larger than a human head split in half by a sword, and then disappeared in the air.

When they gather together, they are compressed and resonated in a very short period of time through the spell of the magician, and finally appear in the form of a fire source, but when they are instantly separated by extraordinary energy, their internal structure is forcibly destroyed, so they will inevitably disappear in the form of elements under people's eyes.

Douglas on the rostrum had a look in his eyes: "Break the demon!"

Jane Gray shook her head slowly: "No, it's just brute force, or brute force removal." ”

Almost only they remembered a class that appeared a long time ago: the Demon Breaker.

All magic became a joke in front of them, and they could easily invalidate it in a way that no one else knew, even magic, so they became public enemies of all legal professions, and were condemned as heretics by the Temple of Light. Luckily, their numbers were extremely scarce, barely exceeding three in the same era, and most of them were hunted down, and the profession had not been seen again two hundred years ago.

And Paslier's sword has a faint hint of a demon breaker.

Jane Gray thought uneasily, "I'm going to see this kid in a moment!"

The fireball was broken, and Paslier was also surprised, and then he felt the weight of this price, and the two-handed sword in his hand became hot at that moment, and the sword body in the middle also showed signs of melting.

How is this possible!

Paslier's eyes were straight, he gritted his teeth, hurriedly shook off the weapon, and then, falling in front of Dylan, he slammed Dylan to the ground with a forward strike.

"Bang".

Dylan screamed in pain, and Paslier was about to make up a headbutt to knock her unconscious, when a burst of Rulan's breath penetrated her nose, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Then he was hit hard in the back of the head and fainted.

In fact, Paslier was the last to lose combat effectiveness.

Everyone at the Rantis Academy of Magic sighed, slowly gathered together, and nodded to the referee.

The referee announced, "Team Challenge, Lantis Academy of Magic wins!" (To be continued.) )