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VOLUME 123 No Expertise

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    Section 123 No master demeanor

    The Magicians Association has a martial arts arena that members usually use for practice.

    At this time, he temporarily appeared on the duel stage.

    Marchance and the others didn't expect that Wang Wen would really agree to a duel, so they happily watched the excitement because they were idle anyway.

    Only Wang Wen in the field knew how rushed it was.

    So when the top student yelled "begin" with gritted teeth, and threw a fireball first, Wang Wen twisted like lightning across the half court, and threw a stool leg while avoiding the fireball.

    "boom".

    The stool leg hit the opponent's forehead accurately.

    Before you could let out a cry of pain, Wang Wen had already come to him, with a smile on his lips: "See if I don't beat you out of shit today."

    Before the voice fell, the figure rushed forward, raised his wrist, tapped his armpit, locked his waist, and opened the cannon.

    A set of tricky angles, positioning and precise continuous attacks hit the top student, and half of his body was paralyzed. When the door was wide open and he was standing unsteadily, Wang Wen retracted into his arms with a ruthless and accurate stick.  tail.

    Needle drop can be heard in the audience.

    The magicians onlookers counted one by one, with their mouths open in a daze.

    Wang Wen was afraid of wasting time, so he really beat people to death as soon as he made a move.

    This set is his usual close-range killing technique, so far no one who has eaten the complete set can stand up.

    If it weren't for his current body not being strong enough, he could even smash his internal organs.

    even so.

    The top student was also lying on the ground dying.

    Seeing Wang Wen raised her leg and thought about breaking up all grievances, the top student peed in fright, vomited blood and moved back, weakly shouting: "You, magician duel, how do you beat someone?"

    His mentor also reacted at this time, and ran to him in a panic. Seeing the tragic situation of his lover, the mentor's blood vessels were about to burst. He stared at Wang Wen angrily and shouted: "Why do you use fists and kicks in magic competition? You are humiliating  The Wizards Association??"

    Wang Wen spread her hands innocently: "Otherwise, what should I use? I'm just getting started and I don't know magic."

    The top student, who could barely sit up with the help of his instructor, vomited blood and shouted stubbornly: "If you don't know magic, at least you have mental power! The most basic mental impact will always be there! That's more straightforward than fists and feet!"

    "Are you sure?" Wang Wen asked with a strange face: "The mental shock will be a little bit, but, are you sure?"

    The top student just wanted to speak.

    The mentor reached out to stop his lover, and in his mind he remembered the scene of Wang Wen hugging the stone pillar for three hours, and he estimated that the other party's mental strength might not be easy.

    Immediately changed his tone, and while asking the staff of the association to take his lover off the field for treatment, he angrily scolded Wang Wen: "You violated the rules of the competition, and you lost this duel!"

    Looking at the top student who was dying, his face was pale and his mouth was full of blood, Wang Wen shrugged: "Oh."

    He couldn't understand the meaning of winning or losing. The "winner" seemed to be dying, right?

    So he asked curiously: "So what? What happens if you lose?"

    The instructor snorted coldly: "The loser apologizes, and will take a detour when we meet in the future, and can no longer compete with us for rewards."

    Wang Wen shook her head with a smile: "I didn't grab it from you at first, didn't they all say that I would give you one."

    The instructor seemed to be planning something, and said with a sneer, "It's different now, you lost the duel, and we have all the bounties for you, so don't even think about any of them."

    "The bounty that no one accepts is just to grab it." Wang Wen's expression faded: "Is this deliberately picking on me?"

    The instructor lowered his eyes slightly to look at him: "You beat my student like this, how can I be his teacher if I don't take it for him?"

    Wang Wen asked lightly: "In this case, it was your student who challenged me for a duel just now, and now it's only fair for me to challenge him for a duel."

    "You seriously injured him with despicable means of violating the rules, and he can completely ignore your duel." The instructor sneered.

    "It's all up to you?" Wang Wen raised his eyes and looked at the other party playfully: "Then I seem to have to fight with you, will you accept it?"

    The instructor laughed loudly: "It's exactly what I want! The association stipulates that high-level magicians cannot initiate a duel with low-level magicians, but low-level magicians are allowed to challenge high-level magicians."

    He took out a short staff from the belt inside the robe, and directly put it in a posture: "You beat my disciple so badly, I will at least destroy your arm and leg today, otherwise I will not be able to get rid of my hatred!"

    Hearing this, Wang Wen said to herself with some regret: "It's a pity that Lao Mo is not here, otherwise he will definitely not miss such a good opportunity."

    the"What did you say?" The instructor waved his short staff and spread out some formations around him, and the air seemed to be slightly distorted.

    "Nothing." Wang Wen looked up and said, "Then I attacked? Mental shock is not a violation?"

    "Hehe." After finishing the arrangement, the instructor sneered and said, "Don't think that being able to punch or have mental strength is enough. Today I will let you understand what insurmountable rank suppression is! Don't waste time and act quickly, I am dignified!  For a super magician to deal with a rookie who has just started, you can use whatever you want, fists, kicks and mental strength, and see how I can break your bones inch by inch!"

    Wang Min nodded.

    closed his eyes.

    This time he stayed closed for a little longer.

    After all, the other party is known as a fourth-level magician, which sounds very powerful.

    Wang Wen doesn't understand the strength classification in this environment.

    However, the caution of the climber must go all out just in case.

    It just so happened that he had just seen the truth, and he wanted to try a full-strength blow from a master of spiritual power at the level of breaking the Mongolian level.

    Five seconds later.

    The nasal cavity began to spurt blood ahead of time.

    Hurt yourself before hurting others, which is why Wang Wen usually doesn't like to use mental power.

    It looks too out of class.

    There is no master demeanor at all.

    Ten seconds.

    Fully charged.

    Spiritual power reached the extreme.

    Thick airflow surges around the body out of thin air, rising layer by layer, driving the light dust on the ground to revolve around, like thin ribbons fluttering, and like a looming dragon with teeth and claws.

    Such a strange sight not only made the expression of the instructor on the opposite side solemn, but he had to hold a short staff and set up several layers of protection because he could not attack first due to the rules.

    It also made all the onlookers around hold their breath and their hearts beat faster.

    Even the staff who were carrying the top students to medical treatment stopped in their tracks.

    The top student who had been weak and screaming for a while also forgot the pain for a while, and stared blankly at the field together with the staff.

    Twelve seconds.

    In order to be on the safe side, Wang Wen struggled with the severe brain pain and condensed his mental strength for two more seconds.

    Don't let it go any more.

    It's going to explode.

    So he opened his eyes.

    ""

    ""

    There was a tinnitus like a dragon's chant.

    Everyone present seemed to be deaf for a short time.

    All the sounds between heaven and earth are isolated from the eardrums, and I feel a little dizzy in my head, and I feel a little nauseous.

    Those who got close even felt a little tingling in the brain.

    Wait until all symptoms have dissipated.

    The sound gradually recovered from light to heavy.

    Vision also slowly stabilized from spinning around.

    Everyone can only see that there is a fan-shaped blank of about 60 degrees in front of Wang Min, with Wang Wen as the center.

    blank.  .

    The ceiling, walls, and floor of the arena, including the person standing on the floor.

    Everything turned into powder.

    Through the hole, you can see the wreckage of the hill outside.

    Originally, the Martial arts arena of the Magicians Association was backed by a hill that was not too high.

    At this time, only a few scattered stones remained.

    This fan-shaped area seemed to be wiped off the ground by an invisible giant hand.

    An aircraft was flying over.

    Floating above Wang Wen's head.

    Level progress, +0.1?
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