"How could it, how could it be, how could it be!!"

In the ring, Wilmot suddenly jumped up.

On his face, a variety of expressions appeared in turn.

Suddenly, he smiled as brightly as the sun; Suddenly gloomy like a stormy night; Suddenly, he lowered his head again, stomped his feet fiercely, and his anger was raging.

"Why, why!"

He tilted his head back, roaring hoarsely, but with a smile on his face that was incomprehensible to normal people, suddenly, he closed his eyes again, and all his movements stopped in an instant, but anyone could see that the tide of magic like a wave of rage was constantly surging in his body uncontrollably.

"What's going on?"

On the high platform, the host looked blankly at Wilmot's movements in the ring, and the audience was also confused, not knowing what was going on.

In their field of vision, the game only started less than five minutes, and during these five minutes, Lynn stood in place and did not move, except Wilmot, who kept circling Lynn.

And then, Wilmot became like this.

"This, it could be, that Blazer used his unknown methods again......."

"That's not right."

A slight remark negates the host's speculation.

The crowd turned their eyes to the place where the voice came from, and immediately decided to abandon their doubts and follow the decision of the voice's owner.

"Lun, Mr. Randolph."

Maurice Randolph stood beside the host, looked down at the strange picture in the ring, and said in a deep voice.

"In my judgment, Wilmot became like this, not because of Blazer's classmates."

He looked around and asked, "Students, do you know what you are most afraid of, illusionist?" ”

"—is a self-constructed illusion, fundamentally, denied."

"The illusion of the illusionist is based on the foundation of his own imagination, if you want to make the other party fall into the illusion of your own creation, your means must be able to perfectly deceive the opponent's eyes, so that the opponent subconsciously thinks that what he sees is real."

"But if the foundation is broken, the illusionary tower forged by the illusionist will collapse in an instant, and it is likely to crush the protagonist who built it."

Morris looked at the arena again: "I don't know much about Wilmot's classmates, but the main methods of illusionists are nothing more than that. ”

"Or, it's to build an illusion that seems to be the real world, overlapping and overlapping, so that the opponent can't tell whether the reality he is in is really 'real' or not."

"But obviously, with the strength of Wilmot's classmates, it is impossible to achieve such an achievement."

"Then, there is only one other option - to communicate with the person or thing hidden in the other party's heart, in order to deceive and crush the opponent."

"This is the most common method used by illusionists, because as long as it is a human being, there must be some ulterior secrets hidden in his heart."

"This way of constructing illusions is easy for illusionists to learn, but there is one thing you need to know." Morris whispered, "The simpler something is, the more complex it is to solve problems when it encounters difficulties." ”

"It's true that illusionists can easily evoke what is hidden in the hearts of others, but until they communicate, no one knows what is hidden in the hearts of the other party. And will they be able to withstand the pressure of those shadows? ”

Morris spread his hands and said: "Obviously, Wilmot's psychological endurance is not particularly good, after he drew out what was in the other party's heart, not only did he not use it and successfully construct an illusion, but he was bitten back by the other party, resulting in a complete collapse of the spiritual defense line. ”

"Eventually, he was eaten by his own magic."

"Counter, counter-devour."

The host listened blankly to Mr. Morris's explanation, and asked anxiously, "Then, Mr. Randolph, may I ask what will happen if it is counterattacked." ”

Morris pointed to Wilmot, who was in a state of chaos in the ring, and said, "Out of control." ”

"In the future, Wilmot's down-and-down brain will no longer be able to control his body, and all actions will be carried out by his biological instincts."

"And the most instinctive behavior of living beings is nothing more than to remove possible threats around them and ensure their own survival."

"Doesn't that mean......." The host seemed to think of something, and even his voice sharpened, "Blazer-san, there is danger!" ”

Morris glanced at the host, who was so flustered that he didn't know what to do, and said in his heart that he didn't have the ability to calm down at all, how did he sneak in and host the final.

However, he still didn't show a smile on his face, and only said: "Don't worry, referee, it's still on the field." ”

"And." He pointed to the boy in the middle of the field, walking towards Wilmot with a sword-shaped staff, and said, "This little guy doesn't think he's the one who is threatened." ”

......

"Click-"

The boots stomped on the floor of the ring with a crisp click.

Lynn sword in hand, calmly walked towards his opponent who had fallen into silence.

Every step seems to herald the unfolding of the ghost gate.

"You....... You ......."

Wilmot gasped, barely squeezing out what was left of his sanity, and looked up at the boy who was slowly walking towards him.

"How do you know ........?"

Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly, and chuckled: "Do you think I will be like the villains in those third-rate novels, first honestly explain the cause of the incident, and then wait for the result that I should have obtained to be reversed?" ”

"Ahhh

What little sanity Wilmot had had was finally consumed by the desire that came back to him.

With red eyes and boiling magic, he rushed towards Lynn.

"Gangsters fight, no rules."

Lynn reached out and grabbed Wilmot's thin arm and pulled back, her body jerking forward a point under the help of her footsteps.

"Click-"

Wilmot's arm was instantly dislocated under the strong pull and impact, and the whole person flew out of the distance under the drive of inertia, but he didn't seem to know the pain, like a bull that saw a red cloth, lowered his head, dragged his almost broken body, and rushed towards Lynn again.

"This kind of battle is somewhat boring."

Lynn clenched her sword and walked slowly.

There are many points of the Blazer family's swordsmanship, but in the final analysis, there is only one ultimate essence.

"I, I have to stand."

"You can stand, you can sit, you can lie down, you can do anything, but you can't."

"—not to live."

Thorn -

The tip of the sword passed through the cloth on Wilmott's chest, exposing the black mark on his chest to Lynn's vision.

However, if you want to make an inch, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

The referee let go of his sword and told him, "The match is over, you can go and get ready for the medal ceremony later." ”

Lynn didn't speak, just stared at Wilmot's chest, who was dropped to the ground by the referee.

The sigil, the rose is still there, but in the middle.

Empty.