If it was only Locke who had a drastic change in strength, Gerald might still be able to resist one or two, and achieve a counter-kill after delaying the effective time of Locke's potion.

But the problem is, it's not just Locke now, but also his mount, the Scorpion!

The mental power locking skill that only Tier Demonic Beasts have makes every magic that Fei Mo launches requires Gerald to release a magic shield to resist.

Human magic is limited, and so is Warcraft, but how can the magic that the human body can store compared to Warcraft.

I'm afraid that Gerald has exhausted his mana, and he doesn't have half the consumption of the scorpion dragon.

Fortunately, he had a magic potion, and while fleeing in embarrassment, he struggled to resist the pursuit of Locke and the scorpion dragon.

To be able to force the genius of the Memeli Hut to this extent, Locke is also very good, at least he is stunned by the first-level powerhouses who are observing in the sky.

For the competition for the first place in the secret realm, it seems that at present, it is between Locke and Gerald.

The battle for the second place was a battle between the three sisters of the Roland family and Nelson a few hundred miles north of here.

Three of the top four are members of their own family, and at least this trial event was held in the Memeli Hut, without losing its own name and making others laugh.

The only thing that gave them a headache was the outlier of Locke.

If Locke takes first place, then the fun will be great, and the members of the Death Knell Marks organization will win the championship on his own turf.

Seeing that Gerald was being pressed by Locke and Fermo step by step, the first-level powerhouses above the sky were eager to take action themselves and kill this bastard who chased their genius like a chicken.

It's a pity that the power of the contract is not something that ordinary powerhouses can violate, and this kind of contract that uses a little power of rules is jointly performed by a number of top second-level powerhouses of the three major organizations at the beginning of the trial, just for the fairness and justice of the trial.

Except for the third-level powerhouse, almost no one can forcibly tear up the contract.

And the third-level powerhouses in the three major organizations, all of whom are leaders in the organization, how could they make a special move for a trial event organized by the branch.

This type of powerhouse, every day, either cultivates and studies in the secret room where he is located, or follows the fourth-level powerhouses to plunder the resources of the heterogeneous plane, and it is usually difficult to see a third-level powerhouse on the east coast.

With the explosion of power and the gradual decay of the explosive energy in his body, Locke's consciousness regained a little clarity, and he no longer chased after him as brutally as before.

The soberness of his mind allowed Locke to straighten out his current state for the first time.

All in all, there is no room for optimism.

Don't look at it now, he is running after Gerald, just waiting for his potion time to pass, and after falling into the inevitable period of weakness, it is definitely himself who dies.

He didn't believe that this genius of the Mei Mei Li Hut, after being chased by himself so humiliated, would laugh at his enmity and let himself go.

Locke, who knew the current situation, immediately made a decision, on the one hand, took out various types of potions from the space ring, and drank them like water, trying to maintain such a high level of state.

On the other hand, a more sensible and urgent hunt is launched against Gerald.

At this time, either you die or I die.

After regaining his senses, although Locke's strength has decreased slightly compared to before, a large part of the fight is based on his brain.

Now Locke gives Gerald a more tricky feeling than before.

Looking at Locke behind him, like drinking sugar water, draining three bottles of potion in a row, Gerald almost didn't burst his eyes.

Isn't he afraid of the backlash of the potion?

It is a medicine that is three parts poisonous, and so are the potions refined by magicians, and the potions without side effects only exist in legends, and the more significant the effect, the more his side effects cannot be ignored.

From the short battle with this knight, he could conclude that this knight was at least a master who was not bad for money, and the energy level of the potion in this kind of human space ring would be small?

It's not that Locke isn't afraid of the side effects of the potion, it's that he's driven himself to a dead end.

Gerald is one of the few geniuses in the Memeli Hut, but does he have the same experience and rigor of life and death as Locke?

The answer is no!

Locke joined the army at the age of fourteen, and his five-year military career made Locke's youth full of combat and blood.

After that, he was far away from the motherland and went to study in the Omore Empire, and in the new environment, he forced himself to complete the task of the academy with a ruthless spirit that was not afraid of death, and broke through again and again in danger.

Later, he followed the Santa troops to fight on the heteroplane, and fought in the world of activated goblins for five years.

It can be said that Locke has come to this point step by step, bit by bit.

Unlike magicians, knights only need to complete their arguments in the laboratory, get feedback from the knowledge of truth to improve their strength, and they must be tempered by blood and fire.

Maybe a hundred years later, Gerald will be promoted to a first-level magician, and after being tempered by war in the different planes, he can suppress the vast majority of first-level knights in the same period, but now facing Locke, his combat instinct is still almost there.

Mental locking is a good thing, Gerald has caused trauma to Locke's body again and again, but what's the use, as long as he doesn't kill Locke with a single blow, Locke will exchange injuries for injuries until Gerard can't bear it anymore.

The magician is porcelain, and the knight is the crockpot, and today Locke is determined to use his own crockpot to hit a gap in Gerald's porcelain!

"Poof!" Gerard looked incredulously at the sword stuck in his lower left abdomen.

Half an hourglass ago, he blocked the attack of the scorpion dragon Fermo with a powerful earthfire burning city, and struck the Lockeface Gate with the thunder lightning stored in his magic wand in order to give himself a respite.

He couldn't do instantaneous magic yet, and even if the time it took to chant the spell was short, it would take time, and the fierce battle had made Gerald's mind tense to the extreme, and he needed at least a few seconds to buffer it.

It was these few seconds that made Gerald regret it for decades.

Locke, who had experienced countless battles and battles, saw the opportunity just now, and his face swayed slightly, just missing his brain to the coverage of thunder and lightning, without any concern for his right cheek and right ear.

Carrying this high-level magic, he faced Gerald, and before Gerald could continue to chant the magic summoning shield, he sent his cold iron longsword into Gerald's abdomen.

Gerald looked at the prenatal examination inserted into his abdomen, and the energy of the two attributes of ice and fire raged in his abdomen, and after only letting out a scream, it was like a meteorite, falling down.

"Whew, whew. In the sky, Locke looked at Gerald as he fell, panting from exhaustion.

The right cheek was directly burned by lightning, revealing the white bones inside, the bare gums gave people a seeping feeling, and the right ear was directly vaporized in the lightning ball of light.

This is the difference between Locke and Gerald, in order to win, Locke can be ruthless not only to his enemies, but also to himself.

What is half a face and one ear?!

Slowly descending from the sky, Locke walked step by step towards the place where Gerald fell.

Gerald, who still had Locke's sword in his abdomen, fell into a coma, sweating profusely on his face, this magician with a weak physique, was invaded by the power of ice and fire of the cold iron sword and was not dead, which was slightly beyond Locke's expectations.

It's okay, just make up for him again!

Like looking at a dead man, looking at Gerald who was getting closer and closer to him, Locke's mood was unwavering.

Pulling out his short dagger from his boots, this dagger has accompanied Locke in his life, slaying countless powerful enemies, and today, it will add another ghost to its sword.

"Bell!" The dagger finally levitated in the air, and did not fall for a long time.

Looking at the current first-level powerhouses of Mei Meili Hut, they finally couldn't help but make a move.

"Spare him his life, and the points in the medal can be given to you!" Locke's blow was blocked by a tree spirit.

But the voice of the tree spirit is very old, and the original voice should be an old man.

Ignoring the sudden appearance of the dryad, Locke's dagger slashed down again.

"Bell!"

Blocked again!

"Do you think you'll be able to leave the Manhattan Kingdom alive if you kill him?" This time the dryad's voice changed to a female voice.

"We recognize that you are the first person this time, and guarantee your life in the Manhattan Kingdom, but on the condition that you spare him. The voice of the dryad changed again and again, this was the third first-level magician to arrive.

Because of the power of the contract, these strong people can't act blatantly, and can only do it through this roundabout way.

Of course, this kind of roundabout method is not an effective way, the tree spirit controlled by them only has the strength of a high-level demonic beast, and without Locke's action, even the scorpion dragon Fei Mo can reimburse it in one bite.

But they had no choice, it was a sure fact that Gerald would be promoted to a first-level magician in the future, and it could be seen from today's battle that such a genius would definitely be the mainstay of Mei Meili's hut in the future.

The senior magicians who made it their mission to pass on knowledge could not see such a genius fall under their noses.

Locke, whose face was directly burned, made the three first-level magicians opposite the tree spirit unable to see Locke's current thoughts at this time.

Not only was Gerard defeated, but they were also somewhat impressed by the knight's ruthlessness.

Elixir mounts?

These are all secondary, and with the background and financial resources, the good goods in Gerald's space ring are probably not much worse than Locke.

He also had desperate means, but why didn't he use it in the end, he was defeated by Locke.

Because his heart is not as strong as Locke's, he can't be as cruel to himself as Locke.

The skin on his cheeks couldn't move, Locke rolled his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "In addition to the leaf of life, I also need elven potion!"

Hearing that Locke finally compromised, the male voice that spoke at the beginning came from the mouth of the tree spirit, "Deal!"

Getting what he wanted, Locke's body loosened, and this loosening unloaded the breath he had been holding in his throat, and he followed in Gerald's footsteps and fainted in place.

After fighting so far, Locke is not only physically unable to bear it, but also mentally suppressed to the limit.

"Hey, young people now~" Among the tree spirits, there was an old voice of vicissitudes of emotion.

At this time, the scorpion dragon Fei Mo arrived in time and took on the duty of protecting his master.

At this time, there are other trialists in the secret realm, and if they are touched by other trialists, and the mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, it will really be a failure.