Returning to Iniesta's residence, Monyan asked for solitary retreat to prepare for the war.

Iniesta had already reported the information of Monyon and Swift, and now the city of Falling Dragons was in an uproar, and the focus of discussion was almost all focused on the contestants chosen by the three barons.

Melee combat is the fatal wound of the magician, once someone knocks down or breaks through the magic guard and rushes to the magician's side in the battle, the battle is basically over.

Although the magician's magic is very magical, powerful, and extremely lethal, as long as this shortcoming is caught, the magician is a toothless tiger.

The length of time to cast spells, the accuracy of magic, the amount of mana reserves and the reasonable distribution in battle, and the degree of cooperation with one's own magic guards are all considered by magicians.

Sitting in the room, Meng Yang silently pondered what tactics he should adopt after encountering the magician.

Not all magic is impossible for a warrior to dodge when encountered, and many times, the warrior's sensitivity to magic determines everything. When the magic is activated, the magician locks the landing point, and the magic comes instantly, and can dodge the attack of the magic in a short time of less than a breath, such a warrior is undoubtedly extremely powerful, and has a super combat awareness and perception ability.

When Monyan decides not to cast magic in a match as a last resort, he feels that avoiding magic is the key to defeating the magician in full view. It is much better to expose yourself to have a super ability to perceive and predict than to expose yourself as a demonic dual cultivator.

Of course, he also made careful preparations, combined with the information obtained from Iniesta, and simulated the drill for a long time. And the contestants' fighting skills and magic have been carefully studied. In particular, the magic of the three magicians was carefully analyzed.

Memorizing the amount of mana a mage, the characteristics of each spell they master, the length of time they cast, the number of points they consume, and the cooldown will help Meng Yang make timely tactical adjustments and countermeasures in the course of the ever-changing battle.

As for the warrior and the magical guards, Meng Yang didn't put much effort into it.

He has absolute confidence that with the Glimpse of Light and the Emotional Death Knife Technique, he may be able to solve the battle without even using concussions, and the mage is the fierce enemy he has to deal with with with his heart.

Analyzing the drill and thinking about tactics took Meng Yang a whole day.

After that, Meng Yang began to meditate deeply to recharge his energy.

The game came as promised.

The dragon city is as lively as the dragon slaying festival at the end of every year, with a sea of people, colorful lights, and the huge dragon martial arts arena is even more surrounded by water.

The martial arts arena was full, and the lords and nobles of the Dragon Descending Lords wore festive costumes and sat in the box-style stands, waiting for the start of the game.

Countless aristocratic ladies and ladies, all dressed up in fancy ways, pointed at the crowd from time to time, and let out bursts of snickering.

Meng Yang didn't pay attention to the prosperity and liveliness of the Descending Dragon City, this was just a necessary stop on his journey to the White Dragon Empire, the hustle and bustle of the world was disturbed by the impurities discharged from his pores during meditation, he was just a traveler in a hurry, a trekker looking into the distance, after all, he was just a passerby to this world, nothing more.

He stayed in the same preparation room with Swift who flashed bloodthirsty longing in his eyes, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he had entered some kind of ethereal realm, not disturbed by the outside world at all, unlike Swift, who seemed a little anxious, Meng Yang was like a weathered stone sculpture, and in a moment, Swift even had an illusion that sitting next to him was a lifeless statue, and his eyes couldn't help but be different.

The match had already been announced three months ago, and now his three barons' sons will be drawn in front of tens of thousands of spectators.

Meng Yang still didn't know that the competition ring would be held in the open magic array, that is to say, in fact, the competition ring was set up with a magic array.

Looking at Swift's expression, he obviously knew this for a long time, and although his eyes were closed, Monyan could see the situation in the ring clearly, because of this incident, Monyan was wary of Iniesta again.

All along, he thought that the other people Iniesta sent to the competition were the ones he relied on the most, Kari and Cora, but now it seems that he had guessed wrong. This Swift was like he was born out of nowhere, and Meng Yang clearly felt Swift's ill-intentioned hungry wolf-like eyes sweeping over him from time to time.

Meng Yang put aside all distractions, opened his eyes, put on a delicate leather armor on the table in front of him, held Qiushui, and quietly waited for the results of the draw.

Meng Yang didn't have to think about how the final victory and defeat of the six-man battle would be divided, he only knew that as long as he knocked out all the opponents who appeared in front of him, then his mission this time would be considered victorious.

Iniesta, Guta, and Ruta, three half-brothers, dressed in palace-style costumes, slowly walked into the ring, and an old man in black robe with a straight face and no smile coldly rang a small bell in his hand.

While!

As soon as the bell rang, the martial arts arena suddenly fell silent.

The old man didn't pay attention to the three Iniesta brothers standing in a row in front of him, but walked straight to the middle of the ring, bowed deeply to the highest and largest stand in the martial arts arena, and when he raised his head, he said loudly: "Your Excellency, on your orders, Tigra is honored to be the arbitrator of this competition, if you have no other orders, then I will let them start drawing lots!"

Meng Yang looked in the direction of the old man's bow, and saw that on the largest stand, there were more than a dozen aristocratic lords with rich faces, the thin silver-haired old man in the center, with a pale and bloodless face, two pale golden eyes seemed to lack of brilliance, and an inch-long red scar was pulled obliquely from the left side of his face to the corner of his mouth, seeing that he weakly raised his hand with a ruby ring the size of a walnut and waved it gently, Meng Yang knew that this old man was Viscount Ebres, the lord of the Dragon Descending Lord.

As if he was particularly sensitive to Meng Yang's gaze, the two cloudy eyes of the Viscount Lord suddenly turned in Meng Yang's direction, and Meng Yang hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, Meng Yang felt as if a burst of frost was brushing over his body, and after a breath, he returned to normal, and his heart was even more shocked and frightened, it is said that this viscount is a senior thief, but what kind of profound strength does he have?

"Everyone, please be quiet, I, Tigra, am honored to serve in this contest initiated by Lord Viscount. Now, I announce, the draw begins!"

The old man slowly walked in front of the three of Iniesta, and everyone's eyes were full of flowers, it turned out that at some point, the black-robed old man named Tigra had an extra magic wand with a dull luster and only two feet long in his hand, Meng Yang noticed that this magic wand seemed to be far from the one in Ruoyi's hand in terms of grade, and it seemed that it had been a certain number of years. But Monyan felt that the wand must have followed the old man for a long time, and that the old man named Tigra was actually a magician.

Suddenly, the magic wand in Tigra's hand shone with a dazzling white light, and through this white light, Meng Yang, who had not used his divine sense, saw that Tigra had a pale gold magician's medal on his left chest, and the seven black stars were extremely dazzling.

Seventh-level magician!

Meng Yang's heart couldn't help but tremble, a small viscount, there was a seventh-level magician by his side, how strong his foundation was! No wonder he was able to stand for many years without falling, it was no accident.

The white light flew up from the magic wand and began to rotate around the heads of the three Iniesta, faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, everyone could only see the white expanse above the heads of the three Iniesta.

Suddenly, the magic wand in Tigra's hand trembled slightly, and the white light melted away like ice and snow, leaving only a little the size of a fingertip, but it stayed between Ruta's eyebrows, Ruta had a stupid expression, and his eyes were quite resentful, but he didn't dare to squeak.

At this time, Tigra was heard to ask Ruta in a loud voice, "Your Excellency, Ruta, please choose the player you will fight." ”

Ruta gritted his teeth, groaned slightly, and finally roared fiercely: "Tugoyev!"

Tigra immediately shouted as if he was looking up to the sky: "The player sent by His Excellency Ruta is Tugoyev!"

At this time, Ruta walked straight out of the ring, and the magic wand in Tigra's hand suddenly lit up again, and began to hover rapidly above the heads of Guta and Iniesta, as before, and after a while, the white light dissipated and turned into a little, stopping between Iniesta's eyebrows.

The muscles on Iniesta's face twitched a few times, and then Tigra asked loudly again: "Your Excellency Iniesta, please choose the player you will fight." ”

Iniesta shouted almost without hesitation: "Monyan!"

Hearing this name, Luta, who walked out of the ring, and Guta, who remained in the ring with a still smug face, couldn't help but be stunned, their expressions were cloudy, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

At this time, Meng Yang saw two people coming out of the preparation room on the other side, he held Qiushui tightly, pushed open the door and walked into the martial arts arena.

As soon as he entered the field, Monyan noticed that Ruta and Guta were both glaring at him with murderous eyes, while Iniesta walked over quickly, and whispered "Don't let me down." ”

Monyan didn't respond, and walked straight into the ring, standing on Tigra's left hand, because the blonde and blue-eyed Tugoev, who was more than two meters tall and had a long golden beard and a fierce face, stood on Tigra's right hand with his magic guard Congo vine.

Tigra coughed lightly, and still shouted in a voice that was clear enough for the audience to hear: "Today's fight is not an ordinary fight, but a fight of life and death!"

When these words overflowed, I heard the entire martial arts arena suddenly burst into a buzz, and people were like frying the pot, desperately discussing.

Meng Yang felt that he had indeed been calculated by Iniesta, if he didn't really have a means to save his life, he was afraid that today's ring would have become his burial place, he looked at Iniesta who looked calm in the stands on the side, and immediately calmed down.

Suddenly, Tigra snorted, and a black faint halo rose from the magic wand in his hand, and his lips moved silently, and a blast of thunder immediately rolled in Meng Yang's ears.

"It's such a strong magic, this should be a magic above level five, right?" Meng Yang was secretly frightened.

It seems that this thunder explosion magic has covered the entire martial arts arena, and the sound of the explosion thunder makes people immediately shut their mouths.

Tigra shouted loudly again: "There is no time limit, no limit to the way, the last person standing is the winner, and now I announce that the first fight has officially begun!"

Tigra's body suddenly floated out of the ring, and before it hit the ground, a dazzling white light flashed out from the magic wand, immediately covering the huge ring thirty meters square.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a great pulling force on the hedron table of the ring, and Meng Yang gave up resistance and let it pull to the west edge of the ring, and then Tugoyev and the Congo vine retreated to the east of the ring.

At this moment, Meng Yang had already dragged Qiushui backwards and rushed towards the two opposite them like a descending tiger, and if the warrior wanted to defeat the magician, he had to close the distance between him and the magician, but there was often a magic guard standing in front of the magician.

Tu Guoyev didn't expect Meng Yang to act so decisively, he shook the magic wand in his hand, his lips moved, and he had already begun to chant a third-level magic mantra, he looked at the Congo vine that was short in stature, but it looked like a calf-like Congo vine and shouted, holding the fine iron rod weighing five hundred catties with both hands, and rushed towards Meng Yang.

No one knows the strength of the Congo vine better than Tugoyev, he and the Congo vine have been working together for six years, during which they have experienced countless battles large and small, several times to the extreme, but in the end with the tacit understanding of the two of them, they have been saved from danger.

Tugoyev is about to release a third-level magic "Vulcan Flame Burst", which requires a cast time of seven breaths, once it hits the enemy, the fourth-level warrior will also be paralyzed by the flames, and once Meng Yang is paralyzed by the Vulcan Flame Blast, the fine iron rod of the Congo vine will smash him into a pulp.

"O demon fire that burns in the depths of hell! in my name, ・・・・・・"

As soon as he chanted this, Tugoyev's hand holding the magic wand trembled unconsciously, and almost interrupted the chanting, and at this moment, the Congo vine had already faced Meng Yang, so fast! Time had only passed two breaths, how could it be so fast?

Tugoev was slightly shocked in his heart, and it was this surprise that almost caused him to mess up the rhythm of the chant, and he no longer went to watch the clash between the Congo vine and Monyan, but intensified the chanting.

"Come, be my magic sword, and crush all who stand in my way・・・・・・!"

Tugoyev's hand trembled again, for he suddenly saw a brilliant sword light as lightning shining in front of the Kongo vine, and the fine iron rod of the Kongo vine fell heavily on the ring, because of the magic array, there was no violent sound, and the dazzling knife light seemed to graze the neck of the Kongo vine.

Tugoev never expected that the stick of the Congo vine would be hollowed out, and Meng Yang's strange and amazing knife scared him into a cold sweat.

Immediately he calmed down, and his heart was settled, for he finally chanted the last few syllables: "- Vulcan Burst !!"

The red light flashed from his magic wand to the top of Meng Yang and the Congo vine's heads, and Tu Guoyev seemed to see the scene of Meng Yang being wrapped in flames in the next moment, trembling all over, and then being smashed by the Congo vine with a stick to the brain, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull out a trace of an unusually cruel smile.

But his smile lasted only a fraction of a breath before it froze on his face and turned into horror.