What else can a bitter little psychic warlock do?

Since ancient times, equipment has also been part of strength.

People are inhumane, can you still let people take off all their equipment and fight you alone?

In my ears, there was the hustle and bustle of more than 20,000 spectators.

Cheers, shouts, cheers soared into the sky.

Of course, all the credit goes to Harry.

"Come on! Lord Winston! ”

"Knock over that psychic manlock!"

"That bastard scared my cat to death last time."

Anyway, Harry has been to Svetland, and he also used a wide-area magic shield to protect the people here during the Black Dragon Incident. With a little publicity, everyone's opinion of Harry is not satisfied, but at least it is better than the passerby on the other side!

As soon as they saw the opponent's wheel battle, everyone instinctively supported Harry, who looked more like a weakling.

Who told Harry to look thinner and quieter?

Karl the Psychic was ready to cry anymore: I was the weaker one.

At this time, the referee walked to the middle and announced: "The magic competition is only divided into superiority, not life and death." Killing an opponent counts as a loss, got it? ”

"Got it." The two said in unison.

"So, is there anything else you'd like to say before the game?"

Harry spoke unexpectedly, and he lifted the one-meter-long iron staff in his hand and said in the highest voice he could do, "I studied under the legendary archmage Tesla!" Specialize in protective magic! In front of me, tens of thousands of immortals can't cross the thunder pool by half a step. A squad of corpse witches is hating in front of me! If you think you're better than all of them, then come on. ”

Seriously, Wren couldn't stand it when Harry said that.

Harry's voice was a little timid after all, and there were two trills once in a while, which made Wren's eggs hurt to hear.

Are you being cruel? You're telling the enemy that you have no bounds.

However, at this moment, Wren unexpectedly found that the other party was frightened, but he was really frightened.

Wait a minute! Something seems wrong.

Wren glanced at the system prompt and was speechless.

[Your disciple Harry unleashed a level 0 trick (suggestion) on his opponent, weaving arcane power into his words, infusing persuasive magic into his every word. Since Harry was telling the truth, the negotiation test would be replaced by the Arcane Test, which would need to perform a test based on intelligence and total mana...... The test failed, and the other party fell into a panic. 】

At this moment, Downs, who was in the front row of the VIP seat in the gladiatorial arena, waved his fist excitedly: "Yes! Harry! That's it, strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy! ”

Wren: "......"

Dry! Do you call this tactical attention? What the hell are you called cheating!

You cast a spell on the opponent before you start a heads-up fight, isn't this a hanging dog?

Wren thought about it, this didn't seem to be cheating, after all, level 0 tricks were not strictly magic. Since Harry didn't turn on the front release magic, then Harry didn't cheat?

Wren almost knocked himself out.

At this moment, the referee signaled for the fight to begin.

The other party was still casting spells, and Harry directly put a [Nazra Green Jade Energy Shield] on himself, which was specially designed to protect against spells that affected the mind.

As an outrageous existence with [Spell Upgrade] and [Spell Enhancement] super magic expertise, Harry forcibly raised this level 4 magic to the peak of level 5 in one go, and also increased the power by 50%, which is directly comparable to the level 6 magic of the weak chicken point.

Please, the magic of this bit is not at all a level that high-level professionals can touch.

So much so that when that Psychic Warlock blasted past with a Level 3 [Psychic Vision], the emerald light around Harry was gone.

It's no different from throwing a pebble into the sea.

Harry cast spells faster, and as soon as the opponent launched the attack magic, Harry's 'protective magic' came.

"This ......"

It appeared that Harry had simply summoned four walls of earth to enclose each other in a square.

However, everything changed when Harry called out the name "James Prescott Joule".

A red light flashed over the arena, and a magma-like thing appeared in the air about thirty meters above the ground, and the hot lava boiled like porridge. At first it was like an unreal illusion, until a red dot dripped from the bottom of the lava.

The red dot was like a falling stone hitting the water, dripping within the area of the earthen wall that sealed the space where the Psychic Warlock was active.

With just a drop, the earth seemed to ripple in a circle, and the terrifying heat of thousands of degrees Celsius spread out, filling the small 25 square meters of activity around the telemancer.

This scene was watched by all the audience on the higher stage of the audience.

"Ahh

"It's ......"

It's so cruel, what kind of magic duel is this? This is clearly a crayfish strayed into a hot oil pot!

"Ahhh I give up! I throw in the towel! Karl, the Psychic Warlock, let out a womanly scream.

Harry was still preoccupied with how to proceed with the next spell, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice.

No? That's it? I haven't ...... yet

By the time Harry let go of the earthen wall, he had seen his opponent dancing happily on the hot lava floor.

"Oooo

"Harry! Harry! Harry! ”

The audience doesn't care so much. They can't see the tricks of the telemancer, how can there be such a simple and clear magic as plastic energy. An eye-opener for them, they gave Harry the most fervent cheers.

This unlucky failed bastard was quickly taken away.

Not disappointing the crowd, Harry's second opponent quickly took to the middle of the gladiatorial arena.

Seriously, this kind of wheel warfare has always been despised by the world, but it was Wren who deliberately agreed, and he felt that he had to give his disciples a little training.

As a practical master, Wren doesn't have the kind of mentally retarded idea that the other party has to talk about the rules and wait until he is fully prepared before rushing over.

The second one is a shaman, this faction likes to communicate with the spirit of the Earth Giant Bear, this kind of power-type demon bear that can invoke the earth element to cover his whole body, is definitely a nightmare for warriors of the same level.

Bigger than you, stronger than you, and more resistant than you.

However, as the two sides bowed and saluted, they unexpectedly dropped a one-meter-long crowbar from Harry's waist with a "clang".

For a moment, the air froze a little.

Both the referee and the opponent stared at Harry.

Harry picked up the crowbar in a wryp, "Ahem! Everyone saw that there was a word "reason" on it. As a mage of the Physics Sect, it is normal to have a [Physics Holy Sword] of his own sect, right? ”

The referee wanted to say something, but he sensed that this horse was not a crowbar, it was a master-level [Impact Staff] that was bent and twisted out of a [Li] character, forming a damn crowbar that was not like a staff.

If you change the law to destroy the heavens like this, it is estimated that the referee has already left his anger.

Yes! A disciple of a legendary archmage? That's fine.

This time the magic duel ended faster.

Ostensibly, Harry had just put a trigger-type trap. When this simple, trap-like trap contains a crowbar that can bounce faster than the speed of sound, the end is sealed.

(End of chapter)