Returning From Level 900

Section 123 No Master Style

The Magician's Association has a martial arts field that its members usually use for practice.

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

Marchance and the others could not have imagined that Wang Wen should really be dueling, so they happily watched the excitement because they were idle anyway.

Only Wang Wen in the arena knows how much time he is in a hurry.

So when the top student gritted his teeth and started shouting, and took the lead in smashing a fireball and throwing it over, Wang Wen twisted his body like lightning across the half court, avoiding the fireball and throwing a stool leg at the same time.

"boom".

The stool leg hit the opponent's forehead accurately.

Before the top student could cry out in pain, Wang Wen had already come to him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Look, I won't beat you up today."

Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed to the top of the heart, raised his wrist and knocked on his armpit, locked waist, and pierced the sky.

A set of continuous attacks with tricky angles and precise positioning made the top student numb half of his body, and when the middle door was wide open, he was shrunk into his arms by Wang Wen with a ruthless and accurate stick to the mountain. tail.

Needle drop can be heard in the audience.

One of the surrounding magicians counted one, with their mouths open in a daze.

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

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

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

even so.

The top student was also dying on the ground.

Seeing Wang Wen lift his legs and think about breaking all the grievances, the top student was scared to pee, vomited blood and moved back again and again, shouting weakly, "You, magician duel, how do you beat people??"

His mentor also reacted at this time and ran to his side in a panic. Seeing the tragic state of his beloved disciple, the mentor's blood vessels were about to burst, and he glared at Wang Wen and shouted, "Why do you use fists and feet in magic competitions? You are humiliating. The Society of Magicians??"

Wang Wen spread his 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 mentor, vomited blood and shouted stubbornly: "You can't do magic, at least you have mental power! The most basic mental shock is always there! That's better than fists and feet!"

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

The top student was about to speak.

The teacher reached out his hand to stop his beloved disciple. In his mind, he remembered the scene of Wang Wen hugging the stone pillar for three hours.

He immediately changed his tone and asked the staff of the association to carry his disciple off the field for treatment, while scolding Wang Wen angrily: "You violated the rules of the competition, you lost this duel!"

Seeing the top student with a dying face and a pale face 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 when you lose?"

The instructor snorted coldly: "The loser apologizes, and if we encounter us in the future, we will take a detour, and we will no longer be able to offer bounties with us."

Wang Wen shook his head amusingly: "I didn't **** it from you at first, didn't they all say I'll give you one."

The tutor seemed to be planning something, and sneered: "It's different now, you lose the duel, we will all reward you, don't even think about it."

"The reward that no one accepts is to be robbed." Wang Wen's expression faded: "Is this deliberately trying to find fault with me?"

The tutor looked down at him slightly: "You beat my students like this, how can I be his teacher if I don't take such a breath for him?"

Wang Wen asked indifferently: "In that case, your student just asked me to duel, and now it's fair for me to duel with him.

"You seriously injured him with a despicable and illegal method, and he can completely ignore your duel." The instructor sneered.

"It's up to you to decide?" 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: "It's exactly what I want! The association stipulates that high-level magicians cannot take the initiative to fight against low-level magicians, but low-level magicians are allowed to challenge high-level magicians."

He took out a short staff from the belt in his robe, and took a direct posture: "You beat my beloved disciple so badly, I will at least abolish one of your arms and legs today, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

When Wang Wen heard this, he said to himself regretfully, "It's a pity that Mo is not here, otherwise he would not miss such a good opportunity."

"What did you say?" The instructor waved his short staff and did not know what battles were laid around him, and the air seemed to be slightly distorted.

"It's nothing." Wang Wen raised his head and said, "Then I attacked? Mental shock is not a violation, right?"

"Haha." After finishing the arrangement, the instructor said with a sneer, "Don't think that it's great to have some punches or mental power. Today, I will let you understand what insurmountable rank suppression is! Don't waste time and do it quickly, I will be dignified. A super magician can deal with a rookie who is just getting started, you can use whatever you want, you can use your fists and mental strength, and see how I break your bones every inch!"

Wang Wen nodded.

closed his eyes.

This time he closed for a while.

After all, the other party is called a fourth-order magician, which sounds very powerful.

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

But the prudence of the tower climbers must go all out just in case.

It just happened that he had just broken through and saw the truth. He wanted to try a spiritual master at the breaking-level. What would he do with a full blow.

Five seconds later.

The nasal cavity began to spurt blood in advance.

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

It looks too outdated.

There is no masterful demeanor at all.

Ten seconds.

Finished charging.

Spiritual strength is brought to the extreme.

The thick air currents surging all over the body out of thin air, rising layer by layer, driving the lighter dust on the ground to revolve around it, like strips of fluttering thin bands, and like a dragon with looming teeth and claws.

Such a strange sight not only made the expression of the teacher on the opposite side become solemn, but because the rules could not be the first to attack, he had to hold a short staff and arrange several layers of protection. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

He also made all the onlookers around him hold their breaths and their hearts speeded up.

Even the staff who were carrying the top student for treatment stopped.

The honor student, who had been weak and groaning before, also temporarily forgot the pain, and stared blankly at the arena together with the staff.

Twelve seconds.

In order to seek insurance, Wang Wen struggled with severe brain pain and concentrated two more seconds of mental power on top of the extreme.

Don't let it go.

It's going to explode.

So he opened his eyes.

"..."

"..."

There was a tinnitus that sounded like a dragon.

Everyone present seemed to be deaf for a short time.

All the sounds in the world are isolated from the outside of the eardrum, and I feel a little dizzy and nauseated.

It even felt a little tingling in the brain when it got close.

Wait until all symptoms dissipate.

The sound gradually recovered from light to heavy.

Eyesight also slowly stabilized from the sky and the earth.

Everyone only saw that with Wang Wen as the center, there was a fan-shaped blank space of about 60 degrees in front of him.

blank. .

The ceiling, walls, and floor of the martial arts field, including the person who was originally standing on the floor.

All turned into powder.

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

Originally, the performance field of the Magician Association was backed by a hill that was not too high.

Only a few scattered stones remained.

This fan-shaped area seems to have been wiped off from the ground by an invisible giant hand.

There was an aircraft dribbling over.

Floating above Wang Wen's head.

Level progress, +0.1.

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