A tall middle-aged man squeezed in, glanced at Chris first, then squatted down, and looked at the two warrior students on the ground, the previous student had a slight reduction in pain, and barely stood up with the support of others, while the other student, only his arm was injured, but the other parts were not in serious trouble, and he also slowly stood up, just stood up, pulled his arm, and screamed again, glaring at Chris in despair: "My hand, he broke my hand!"

His arms hung limply at his side, and he looked completely powerless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chris stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, because it happened suddenly, I didn't have a sense of proportion, but..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "You are a student of the magic department?"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm just curious, Your Excellency. ”

"You broke my student's hand out of curiosity?" The middle-aged man's face turned pale, "A magician student who is not a warrior and has no beginner can easily defeat a warrior?"

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Chris's physique was obviously not a warrior who had been cultivated for a long time, which also made him even more angry.

Chrissy saluted: "This student's hand is just dislocated, Your Excellency!"

The middle-aged man's face was still the same: "What's the difference, for a warrior, you are ruining his hope!"

Chris didn't argue, a person in anger would not have any reason, let alone this warrior mentor who seemed to be extremely protective.

The middle-aged mentor still glared at Chris and waved his hand: "Max!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy walked out of the crowd, walked to the middle-aged man's side, and bowed: "Mentor!"

"You come to practice with this magic student! Remember, wooden swords, you are not allowed to use fighting energy!"

Young Max answered, lifted the wooden sword, and then took a wooden sword from the hands of others. The surrounding people spread out at the signal of the middle-aged man, forming a large circle, surrounding Chris and Max in the middle.

Max's face didn't show any hatred, nor did he have the excitement before the battle, he bowed to Chris from a distance: "Second year of the Warrior Department, Max!"

Chris returned the salute from afar: "You know, I'm just a freshman in the magic department, and for what just happened..."

The middle-aged man shouted on the side: "No matter what happened just now, the soldier's justification should be solved in the way of a warrior, fight!"

Chris frowned, "Okay, first-year magician, Cris!Also, I don't use weapons!" he dropped the wooden sword on the ground.

Max's face changed, and so did the faces of the people around him.

The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something, and closed his mouth again.

Young Max's face had also turned iron blue, and he smiled angrily and said word by word, "Are you sure?"

Chris's face was as usual, and he said calmly, "I'm just not used to using weapons. ”

"As you wish!" Max said as he lunged closer to Kris, the wooden sword in his hand aimed at his chest, and stabbed.

To everyone's expectations, Chris also did not retreat at almost the same time, rushed straight in front of Max, bowed his head, bent over, left side, and slammed his shoulder into Max's chest, not a huge force hit Max backwards, Chris quickly grabbed Max's right arm, and his left hand hit his right wrist, Max's sword fell to the ground, and then bowed, waist and arm at the same time, Max had fallen heavily to the ground.

Chris took a few steps back, and everyone around him froze.

The two had actually fought for less than a minute, and before most people could see it clearly, Max had already lost.

Chris walked outside the circle, the onlookers were stunned to get out of the way, even the middle-aged man forgot to block, only watched Chris walk in front of the student who was dislocated before, regardless of his fear, grabbed his right hand, pinched his back shoulder with his left hand, put his thumb against his armpit, pushed up with his thumb, and at the same time held his forearm with his right hand, and pushed inward, everyone heard a sound of Kala, the injured student screamed in pain, Chris had already retreated, nodded slightly, and walked away.

Seeing that Chris was no longer visible, the injured student held his right hand and shouted, "My hand is good, it's good." Before, he thought that his hand was broken, and his hopes of becoming a warrior were in vain, but now that he had regained it, the ecstasy in his heart made him even full of gratitude.

The middle-aged man walked up to the student, held his arm, pinched his shoulder, pulled his elbow again, his eyes flashed, looked at the place where Chris had left, and groaned.