As time passed, the magic power in Yang Mio's body not only did not replenish, but became less and less, weaker and weaker, more and more paralyzed, and even his eyelids could not be lifted a little.

After all, Yang Mio's devouring magic power was only a few, but he had absorbed a lot of his magic power, although he couldn't use it directly, but he could make himself a lot more energetic.

Finally, Yang Mio couldn't hold it anymore, rolled his eyes, and fell into the air without moving.

Mo Ziyan threw Yang Mio aside like garbage and looked at him coldly.

"Hmph! Waste is waste, you can't swallow me!"

After that, Mo Ziyan kicked Yang Mio, who fell to the ground, out of the ring with a disgusted face.

Liang Xuansheng was very dissatisfied with Mo Ziyan's methods and performance in his heart, treating his classmates so viciously, if he treated others, Liang Xuansheng couldn't imagine how vicious Mo Ziyan could be.

But as a referee, she still has to be punished fairly, Mo Ziyan didn't do anything against the rules, and she didn't have any reason to say her, so she had to raise Mo Ziyan's right hand expressionlessly and said: "I announce that in this competition, Mo Ziyan will win!"

The game ended so peacefully, there was no cheering, no applause, only cold onlookers, but Mo Ziyan still raised her head like a winner, raised her hands, looked around, played a one-man show, and enjoyed the victory alone.

But there was no sense of accomplishment or pride in her heart. In her heart, she actually knew very well that although she won the game, she lost everything, lost to Yang Mio, lost to Xin'er, and lost to herself.

But she didn't allow herself to think like this, she still had to play this one-man show alone, she wanted to prove to everyone that even if I didn't have anything, I still had strength! One day, I would use my strength to make everyone surrender to me!

When you fall from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, the more you will fall into the abyss, which is the so-called abnormal psychology.

After the play on stage was over, Mo Ziyan slowly walked to the stage, took a victorious step, and walked to the no-man's corner of the waiting area, where there seemed to be countless audiences enjoying her performance, countless people welcoming her triumph, and countless friends sharing her victory.

No one cared about her leaving, and everyone looked at Yang Mio who fell under the stage sympathetically. Lu Mingyan slowly threw out a drop of water and landed on his body, seeping into his body, Yang Mio's injuries gradually healed and woke up. Slowly stood up, lowered his head decadently, like a down-and-out beggar, and walked back to the waiting area.

Xin'er looked at Yang Mio, who had a decadent face, took his hand, and comforted: "Yang Mio, don't be discouraged, you are the best!"

"Yes, in our eyes, you are the biggest winner!"

"That's right, Yang Mio, you are the winner! Not the loser! Don't be discouraged!

"That's right, Mr. Yang. You have to be happy, a game, it's no big deal!"

......

Yang Mio slowly raised her head, her lips buzzed, and everyone's words were like the sunshine in this winter, so that the cold wind was no more, the cold current dissipated, and the haze was gone, leaving only a snow-capped, silver-covered beauty in Yang Mio's heart.

Ma Dian stepped forward, patted Yang Mio on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yang, you are the best!" In just a few words, it contains too much, comfort, recognition, encouragement, and all warm words are included.

I don't know when, Yang Mio's eyes gradually moistened, and tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably. It was a tear of emotion, a tear of joy, a sweet tear. The tears melted the decadence, warmed the people, and narrowed the distance between each other.

"Thank you, thank you!" is also a few words, but these words are enough!

When friendship is not long-lasting, everything is in plain words!

Yang Mio quickly came out of the gloom with everyone's comfort, and the seventh match began.

"Please invite Wang Haowei and Ming Hongguang to the stage!" Liang Xuansheng shouted.

The two people in the waiting area looked at each other, they were both classmates, the relationship between the two was very good, they were also very familiar, and they often played each other, and now, they fought again in the knockout round, both of them were very excited, and at the same time shook each other's hands and said: "Come on!"

With that, the two walked side by side to the ring area, ten meters apart, stood still, and nodded at Liang Xuansheng.

Liang Xuansheng also smiled and nodded, raised his right hand and said, "I announce, the game begins!"

The expressions of the two of them froze, and white light lit up on their bodies at the same time, which was different from the snow white around them.

Snow is really white, crystal white, and pure. And the white light emitted by the two of them is white and translucent, dazzling white, and brilliantly white. Like a white curtain covering the surroundings, covering the snow.

Fourth-Order Light Magic, Photon Incarnation!Wraps the Light Elemental around the body, emitting a dazzling light, increasing all of its own attributes, and attacking will have Light Attributes!

Both of them are actually level 39 light magicians!

Everyone only knows that Ming Hongguang is the strongest light attribute magician, but not Wang Haowei is also a light magician, and his strength is on par with Ming Hongguang!

As early as before the start of the competition, the two had a total of 99 battles, Ming Hongguang won 55 games, Wang Haowei won 54 games, but it was this gap that caused Wang Haowei to be forgotten and Ming Hongguang to be familiar with.

Perhaps, this is the fate of the second place.

Although people are not familiar with Wang Haowei, Ming Hongguang, as an old opponent, is very aware of Wang Haowei's strength. Don't dare to underestimate anything, step forward with his left foot, kick his back leg, and rush straight towards Wang Haowei.

Wang Haowei also took a step back, his right hand was charged back, and he swung it out violently after Ming Hongguang arrived.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided together, and the white light turned into shards and fell to the ground, like a pile of white powder, piled up on the soles of the two feet.

The two exerted their strength again, stretched out another fist and smashed at each other, the powder was blown away in an instant, and the fist wind raised the corners of their clothes. The two of them took two steps back at the same time, regained their footing, and rushed towards each other, but this time with a spear in their hands!

Third-Order Light Magic—Spear of Light!

Although the two of them clenched the spear at the same time, their moves were different, Ming Hongguang was a thorn, and Wang Haowei was a pick.

The tip of the spear was cold, and the body of the spear was shining.

Third-Order Light Magic-Spear Style! Aurora Thorn!

Third-Order Light Magic-Spear Style!

However, the sting is still one step faster than the picking.

When the light is focused on one point, it becomes extraordinarily dazzling. The tip of the spear emitted a little white light, emitting a dazzling light, piercing Wang Haowei's eyebrows.

Wang Haowei bent his head ninety degrees violently, the tip of the spear slashed along the tip of his nose, and the dazzling light focused on one point, turning into a small pillar of light and shooting at the center of Wang Haowei's eyebrows.

Wang Haowei was a little uncomfortable by this beam, and he exerted his strength with both hands, controlling the light spear to aim at Ming Hongguang and making a pick.

Ming Hongguang withdrew his spear and retreated, and the spear slipped all the way to the top of his head against his vital parts, leaving a white arc in the air.

Ming Hongguang snorted coldly, held the bottom of the spear, aimed at Wang Haowei's waist and abdomen, broke Wang Haowei's vertical white arc, and swept it violently, creating a horizontal white arc of his own in the air.

Wang Haowei put the spear on the pulling surface, stuck it on the ground, held the spear body with both hands, propped himself up, and kicked Ming Hongguang with both feet.

"Ding!"

The two light spears collided together, like two long strips of jelly colliding together, causing violent shaking and constantly falling white powder.

Wang Haowei controlled his shaking body and kicked at Ming Hongguang, kicking him several meters away. The light spear in his hand was also forced to let go and fell in place. And Wang Haowei couldn't control himself from falling to the ground.

The spears of the two disappeared at the same time, Wang Haowei straightened up and straightened up again, watched Ming Hongguang rush towards him again, hurriedly tied his horse steps, stabilized his lower plate, and retracted his right hand to his waist and waved it out again.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two collided again, but this time, neither of them retreated, and they pressed against each other's fists.

"Boom!"

Another fist, there was a loud bang again, a fist wind rose again, and a bunch of ** fell again.

"Boom, boom!"

The two of them just punched each other, ignoring the fact that blood was coming out of the fist, the heart of the fist had been torn by the nails, and the fist had turned red.

**Blowing away and falling, so repeatedly, each pile contains a thick light magic, mixed with the blood of the two, and witnesses the battle of the two.

"Boom!"

Another punch, Wang Haowei was about to withdraw his hand and swing another punch, only to see Ming Hongguang hold Wang Haowei's wrist with his backhand and pull him violently, Wang Haowei instantly lost his balance, and his whole body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Ming Hongguang seized the opportunity and aimed at the upper arm muscle of Wang Haowei's left hand and threw a punch violently.

"Ahh

Wang Haowei screamed, and his left arm was dislocated.

Ming Hongguang was about to stretch out his fist again and smash it at Wang Haowei, only to see Wang Haowei endure severe pain and hit Ming Hongguang's head with a head hammer.

Ming Hongguang was in pain, shook his body and stepped back.

Wang Haowei held his dislocated left arm with his right hand and flew towards Ming Hongguang's lower abdomen!

Ming Hongguang, who had already woken up, grabbed Wang Haowei's feet with both hands and struggled to lift him, lifting him off the ground, while constantly rotating his body, like a white spinning top.

Wang Haowei, who was caught in the calf, only felt a little dizzy, and kept kicking with his other foot, but he couldn't kick Ming Hongguang, so he could only kick the air around him, leaving a gust of leg wind in vain.

In the end, Ming Hongguang let go of his hand violently, threw Wang Haowei to the edge of the ring. A lightsaber condensed in his hand! That's right, it's the root!

The lightsaber emitted a white halo, like a glowing white diode, and Ming Hongguang held this "light-emitting diode" and rushed straight towards Wang Haowei.

Third-Order Light Magic - Bright Light Sword!

Wang Haowei on the side of the ring didn't care about the dizziness in his head, quickly stood up, and looked at Ming Hongguang who came over, Wang Haowei sighed.

"Sure enough, it's still the same. ”

After that, he unhurriedly connected the dislocated arm, and also condensed a "light-emitting diode" in his hand

"Come on!"

The two shouted loudly and stretched out their "light-emitting diodes" to stab each other at the same time.

Third-Order Light Magic-Sword Style! Aurora Thorn!