Mages Are Too OP

Almost all the students in the meteorite class are middle-aged, and their grades are generally LV7-LV9.

Roland LV8 is just right for this group of people.

The people in the obsidian class are roughly in LV5-LV7, and beta LV6, which is just right.

On the bright side, both Roland and Beta seem to have a lower level than the elites of these two classes, but in many cases, when the data panel has not reached the crushing level, the outcome of the battle is not purely based on the character panel data. .

Besides, when it comes to character panel data, Son of Gold is a bit higher.

Although Roland is LV8, in terms of the attribute panel, he is slightly higher than most LV10 mages.

Beta is a god-born noble, with comprehensive omnipotence, and the comprehensive growth value of all attributes is the highest among all occupations.

It is that the core expertise of the profession is too extreme, and the main ability is still inclined to form a knight group and conduct group battles.

Therefore, his ability in single-player combat is at best only excellent, not top-notch.

But it is also the type that is less than the previous and more than the next.

It is still more than enough to deal with magicians of the same level, or who have no numerical values ​​to crush themselves.

Moreover, these two people have experienced quite a lot of battles, and they are nothing among players, but for game NPCs, these two people are killing gods.

And the students in the red magic tower, no matter which class, are mostly academic mages.

After Roland left the classroom, he went straight to the meteorite class.

Beta turned around and blocked the door of the Obsidian class.

At this time, it was time for get out of class, and many middle-aged magicians came out of the Star Meteor Mine class.

Roland stood in the middle of the road not far in front of the door.

And in the distance behind him, a group of people from the Ruby class watched from a distance.

Some people followed Beta to the Obsidian class to watch the play.

A group of middle-aged magicians came out chatting, and they were a little stunned when they saw Roland standing in the middle of the road.

Because the class is held every five years, they have been here for ten years, so whether it is the classmates in this class or the obsidian class, they all know each other.

And Roland is a new face, wearing a magic robe, obviously a student of the newly opened ruby ​​class.

A kid who just entered school, dare to stand in the middle of the road?

After being slightly stunned, a group of people stopped, and they looked at each other in surprise.

Finally, a middle-aged man walked straight to Roland.

In this case, if Roland doesn't take the initiative to say hello, according to the unspoken rules of the red magic tower, he must give way.

But Roland still didn't move.

The middle-aged mage who came over looked slightly annoyed, and then he pointed his finger at Roland while walking, and began to chant a spell at the same time.

The ice-cold magic power condensed on the tips of his fingers, and he was about to launch the ice magic, but at this moment, a huge blue fist came towards him, so fast that almost everyone could not react.

Directly punched the magician flying, flying upside down for more than ten meters, and fell back to the feet of the group of people.

Although the magician vomited blood, at least it was not life-threatening.

In the meteorite mine class, someone immediately applied mild healing magic to the injured mage.

Anger grew in the crowd.

Another good-looking middle-aged man took a few steps forward. He looked at Roland coldly and asked, "Boy, what do you mean?"

"I heard that there is a rule here, as long as you win, you don't have to make way for the seniors, and you don't have to run errands for the seniors." Roland said very gently: "So I'll try it out, after all, I don't like being beaten. People call to come and call to go."

It was for a challenge.

The students of the Star Meteor Mine Class felt great anger coming out of their hearts.

As the proud people who are about to 'graduate' and will enter the master level in three or four years, they were provoked by the newcomers of the ruby ​​class who were at least ten years younger than them and who had just started school.

Uncle can bear it, auntie can't bear it.

The middle-aged man first put a magic shield on himself, and then pointed at Roland as he walked forward and said, "What do you think you are, take advantage of Cardo's inattentive sneak attack, as long as you are prepared..."

Roland didn't listen to his nonsense, flicked his fingers again, and the giant blue hand beside him clenched his fist and hit again. At the same time, three blue mage hands appeared on the left and right of the middle-aged man.

Four giant fists kept beating the middle-aged mage.

Each punch has nearly four tons of power, and each punch will make a huge ripple on the magic shield of the middle-aged mage.

The magic power of the middle-aged mage is consumed at a very fast speed, and he can't even sing magic. After all, it is not an easy thing to use magic with a huge loss of magic power.

Three seconds later, the middle-aged mage's magic shield was broken, and he was punched back into the crowd.

The four mage hands flew back to Roland's side.

The middle-aged mage vomited blood, gave Roland a gloomy look, and then passed out.

"Next."

Roland's smile was as gentle as the early spring breeze.

Next, four middle-aged mages came out to send 'heads'. After a total of six people were beaten and vomited blood, there were already sixteen mages floating beside Roland.

The hands of these sixteen mages held the 'Nianhua' gesture, and suspended behind Roland's head in the style of 'Thousand-handed Avalokitesvara', forming a huge circle.

The momentum is compelling, as if the power is coming.

Looking at the six companions lying on the ground, no one dared to step forward, but someone asked aloud: "Sixteen mage hands, and they are still so huge, what kind of magic do you have?"

A normal wizard's hand is about the size of an adult's arm and palm,

"Create your own magic." Roland smiled: "I call this combination 'convincing people with reason'."

A group of middle-aged men, plus a middle-aged woman, looked rather ugly.

They could see that the flying speed of these mage hands is very fast, they can attack before they cast spells, and the power of each punch is quite amazing.

Even with a magic shield, it wouldn't last long.

He was actually blocked by a freshman at the door of the classroom, and no one could deal with him.

But who's on?

They are all academic mages, and they are all majoring in magic knowledge, theory, and node science, enchantment and so on.

When it comes to academic matters, they think they are much better than this kid in front of them.

But in terms of combat... they don't have much experience.

Now they finally understand why the elder-level mentors all said that in order to truly become a battle mage, a magician must at least be able to instantly cast all spells below the third level.

If you can't cast spells instantly, you won't be able to beat this kid in front of you at all.

This kid is a routine from beginning to end, attacking first, but they just can't crack it.

At this moment, another middle-aged man appeared in the classroom.

Seeing him, the old seniors of this group of stars and mines seemed to see the backbone.

"Nexero, you are finally willing to come out."

This middle-aged man is not handsome, but when he came out, his expression was quite calm and calm, even giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

The man nodded to his classmate, then smiled at Roland: "It seems that you have misunderstood us."

"There's no misunderstanding, it's just challenging the rules." Roland smiled: "If you want to fight, fight, don't talk so much."

Naxero frowned, then smiled lightly, he said in a persuasive tone: "Young man, it seems that you should be born in a family of battle mage, you are very good at fighting, but you are not a master, and... a true academic school. Mage, the upper limit is not something that a battle mage like you can achieve, your method is too simple, it is not difficult to crack it, my classmates are just not used to fighting."

Roland sighed: "Who knows what you're talking about. If you want to fight, fight, if you don't fight, just admit defeat. I don't have so much time to talk to you."

A chill flashed in Naxero's eyes, he took two steps forward, and pointed at Roland.

The bright silver chain lightning hit Roland instantly.

Naxero is the squad leader of the Starfall Mine class. He is very good at evocative magic. He is a genius of this faction. Most of the second-level magic can be cast instantly.

Seeing that Chain Lightning hit Roland, and the mage's hand behind Roland had not moved, a group of middle-aged people were about to shout happily.

But just for a moment, their screams were blocked in their throats.

Chain Lightning did hit Roland, but it was wandering around him.

A seemingly thin layer of magic shield blocked the chain of lightning.

Roland smiled, and the hands of sixteen mages flew towards Naxero at the same time.

Just as he was about to hit Nexero, the man suddenly disappeared.

Then he suddenly appeared behind Roland, and with a bang, a white ice ring burst out, 'fixing' Roland in place.

Although the ice was blocked by the magic shield, the shield was temporarily adhered by the thick layer of ice.

Roland was 'frozen' in place.

Removing the magic shield can release the adhesion, but the problem is that it takes time to release the magic shield, at least five seconds, and it is a very stupid behavior to release the magic shield in battle.

Roland looked at the thick ice beside him, a little speechless.

Teleport and ice ring is one of his favorite routines. He didn't expect that this time, someone else would actually use the routine first.

After freezing Roland, Naxero made another teleport, appearing thirty meters away, and his voice came from a distance: "I just found out, the limit distance of your mage's hand is twenty-five Mi, I'm safe in this position, and you can't move, as long as I use a spell of level three or above, even if it takes time to chant, you won't be able to escape, you will lose..."

Roland smiled and flicked his fingers. He suddenly appeared beside Naxero, and the distance between the two was less than three meters.

At the same time, Roland exudes his own mental power, interfering with the surrounding magic elements... Temporarily making Naxero unable to use teleportation, of course, he can't do it himself.

But the problem is, Roland still has sixteen magician hands by his side.

Looking at Naxero's tragic face, Roland smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I will teleport too."

Then, the sixteen mage hands pointed at the enemy and took turns to punch quickly.

Every punch produced an afterimage, a squeaking sound, and even the illusion of sight of a barrage of heavy punches.

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In less than a second, Naxero's magic shield was broken.

Fly upside down more than ten meters away.

Roland then teleported back to the middle of the road at the door of the classroom, looked at a group of stunned middle-aged people, and said slowly, "Next!"