"Mason, I've kept you waiting. Midi's voice, in the midst of this psychedelic bullet array, slowly sounded, "Now, let's make a conclusion." ”

Although he still wants to train more, it is precisely because it is training, so there is a great waste and consumption of spiritual energy.

Coupled with the endless attacks from Mason, after more than twenty minutes, more than seventy percent of Midi's spiritual energy had been consumed.

When facing opponents of the Ice Player's level, Midi can continue to squeeze until her magic reaches its limit.

But when it comes to Mason as an opponent, he doesn't dare to hold it up like that.

If the enemy is underestimated, it is not clear who will win in the end.

After all, there is not much difference in the real strength of the two sides, just from the perspective of level, Mason has reached the peak of level 61, while Midi is only level 60, and some aspects are suppressed.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, when seventy percent of the spiritual energy was consumed and began to weaken, Midi made a quick decision and decided to make a final decision first.

His psychic ability, "Environmental Sensing", is now at the level of Dacheng, and can accurately capture Mason's location, but it is impossible to sense extremely fast sniper bullets.

Fortunately, in this regard, Lotus will naturally solve it for Midi.

The Eighth Apostle uses the "Mind Sharing" skill while maintaining a state of "environmental sensing" and is completely open.

In this way, Midi could directly feel the qiē displayed by this psionic emperor's environmental sense.

It's a world of the finest.

The movement of objects, the flow of magic, the movement of thoughts, the wind and dust in the air, the gas molecules that cannot be seen by the naked eye, etc., all of them are all displayed in the spiritual sense of Midi, and they are in an extremely orderly state.

At this moment, Midi only felt that his mind was clear and clear, as if he was in control.

If he took into account every factor he felt, and then calculated, he felt that in this small world, he could even predict a qiē.

Because everything is under surveillance, and everything is under control, it is equivalent to omnipotence and omniscience.

Is this the world through the eyes of a supreme powerhouse?

Is this the world through the eyes of a psionic emperor?

Midi thought to herself, and sighed.

Not to mention that he is only level 60 now, even if he reached level 85 after the second awakening in the previous life, he has never reached such a realm.

With the environmental perception provided by Lotus now, Midi only felt that his former self was wrapped in a mess of dirty gauze, and the qiē he saw, heard, and felt was all hazy.

And only at this moment can it really be described as "clear and thorough".

However, this kind of emotional affection is only for a moment.

Because Midi knows very well that this is not his own power, but the power of Lotus, if he is obsessed with it and cannot extricate himself, the final result is just to become a waste person addicted to psionic effects.

How strong is his will, and how can he be confused by this momentary state and lose himself?

If you really want to feel this feeling of clarity and clarity all the time, then become stronger!

Defeat the enemy in front of you and remove all obstacles until the moment comes when you become the Psionic King, or even the Psionic Emperor!

Thinking like this, Midi's eyes burst into a dark blue aura.

"No way, how can you be so strong! What adventures have you had in the past few years?" shouted Mason in disbelief.

Having gained Rotus's environmental sense, Midi is now like an invincible god of war.

Cutting down high-speed armor-piercing bullets?

This kind of pediatric behavior, Midi has disdained to do.

He didn't have to do anything at all now, not even the sword unsheathed, it was enough to just take a step towards Mason.

Under the control of the Eighth Apostle's environmental sense, Mason's every move, and even every thought, was all under the control of Midi.

His hostility, his attack, his posture, the movement of his muscles, and the pointing of his gun, all of them were unabashedly presented to Midi.

Not to mention attacking, Mason's muzzle had already been avoided from where he was about to aim before he could point his gun at Midi.

In other words, Midi dodged an attack that hadn't happened yet!

This terrifying dodge didn't give Mason even a chance to pull the trigger.

He gathered his magic power again and again to launch an attack, and then he was extremely depressed to find that Midi happened to dodge from his position, as if he had predicted his attack, and this feeling can only be described as vomiting blood.

Finally, Midi crossed the entire psychedelic bullet array, and walked in front of Mason in all directions, and with a single pick of the long sword in his hand, he easily picked up Mason's twin spears.

Then, a cold, sharp sensation pressed against Mason's neck.

"This is your hole card?" Mason stubbornly refused to kneel down as he felt the downward pressure coming from his shoulder, but instead stood like this, looking at Midi steadily.

"Isn't it natural that as you mature and begin to grow, I'm getting stronger and faster than you?" replied Midi faintly.

"yes. Mason smiled wryly and felt the sourness in his mouth, "I'll be stronger, and so will you." ”

The last time I lost my arms, this time, I didn't even have a place to escape.

Summoning another Demon Spider?

I'm afraid that before I escaped with myself, I was killed by Midi with a random sword, right?

"It's good to know that. Midi nodded, then withdrew her sword, "I'll give you a Jianyì, Mason, when you don't think about the shadows of the past, the ghosts of the past and so on, you will naturally get rid of the past." ”

With that, Midi withdrew his sword.

"You're not going to kill me?" Mason couldn't help but blurt out.

"Do you want to die?" Midi looked at Mason strangely, then raised his sword again, "I don't mind doing you that favor." ”

"No, no, no, that's not the case!" Mason quickly shook his head frantically.

Looking at the dark elf who was a little wolf for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Midi's mouth.

Back then, although he defeated the other party, it was still an extremely difficult battle after all, a real life-and-death struggle, a line of separation, a thought difference, it was possible to fall from the peak of victory to the abyss of death.

But now, Midi has easily defeated his opponent - although it is stained with the light of the Eighth Apostle Lotus, but even without Lotus, with his flying skills and psychic abilities, Mason has no chance of winning in front of Midi.

You've grown up too, right?

Not only has he grown, but he has grown faster than everyone else.

Thinking of this, Midi was also quite emotional in his heart.

"You're really not going to kill me?" Mason still didn't feel reassured, so he asked again.

This time, Midi didn't joke anymore, just waved his hand: "I can still feel whether a person has murderous intent, hatred, or malice towards me." If not, then our battle is just an ordinary tryout, just like when we stood on our own feet and fought for our own goals, there was no need to kill them all. ”

After all, Midi is a decisive, calm, or even ruthless commander, but he is definitely not a murderer, and since Mason doesn't show any feelings about pestering himself and taking revenge on him, then Midi doesn't mind letting him go.

In the end, it's just a selection, just a ranking, or a ranking among slaves.

What's the need for you to live or die?

Just click on it.

Mason was speechless for a moment, falling into silence, and after a while, he suddenly made a complicated set of gestures, and in an instant, the dark enchantment that enveloped the entire ring disappeared, and the psychedelic projectile array that blocked a qiē disappeared as well.

Only two people, Midi and Mason, were left standing face to face in the ring.

Neither of them is dead!

Both are alive!

In this battle in the dark for more than 20 minutes, who wins and who loses?

As the psychedelic projectile array disappeared, the anxious spectators in the stands immediately boiled.

They have already guessed countless possible endings, and many have even encouraged the referee to enter the psychedelic array to find out, "so as not to have shameless cheating that the tarantula tribe cannot allow."

Of course, no referee would accept such a provocation.

At the end of the day, this is just one of the weekly ranked tournaments that Slave Fighters has, and even though it's the finals, it doesn't matter much.

Besides, there is also a master who has been ranked first for many weeks and a killing god who has just risen, it seems that there are still old grudges, and it is estimated that the fight is in full swing, if it really goes in, one is not careful, and it will become cannon fodder and be killed directly.

Therefore, the characteristics of the psychedelic bullet array, coupled with the referee's passive slackness, everyone can only wait idly in the stands, or simply start gambling.

In the midst of the chaos, Zaknavan was able to maintain his composure, just waiting quietly.

On the contrary, Golantis in the stands was pacing back and forth, with an irritable face, and even almost fought with the sworn enemy who provoked her on the other side, which turned into a "final" between the priestesses of the black dragon.

And now, in this kind of scene that is close to getting out of control, the psychedelic projectile array is withdrawn, and then what is shown in front of people is the scene of Mason and Midi talking face-to-face, how can this not trigger the viewer's emotional outburst.

What exactly happened during this time?

Why would Mason, as a roaming gunman, allow Midi to be within arm's length?

Why didn't this murderous human attack him?

Looking around the noisy stands, Mason smiled, and then bowed deeply to Midi with the etiquette of a trained Dark Elf nobleman.

"Midi Asrex, thank you for your grace not to kill, and for the rest of your life, you will have the eternal friendship of my Mason!"

The loud, magnetic voice of the dark elves echoed through the arena.

Before people could react, Mason had already raised his noble head, and then gestured to the referee: "I'm not Midi's opponent, I admit defeat!"

White Rock Trials, Championship Finals, Midi won.

At this point, the week's rankings have finally come to an end.

As a human being, Midi becomes the number one!