Chapter 123 No master style
Mages Association has a martial arts arena that is used by members for daily practice.
At this time, he temporarily appeared on the duel stage.
Mashangs and others did not expect that Wang Wen would actually accept the duel, so they watched the fun happily because they were idle anyway.
Only Wang Wen in the venue knows how rushed he is.
So when the top student gritted his teeth and shouted the start, and took the lead in rolling out a fireball and throwing it towards him, Wang Wen twisted his body and crossed the half court like lightning, avoiding the fireball while throwing out a stool leg.
"Bang".
The stool leg accurately hit the opponent's forehead.
Before the top student could cry out in pain, Wang Wen had already arrived in front of him, with a smile on his lips, "Let me beat the shit out of you today."
Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed forward, raised his wrists, tapped his armpits and locked his waist. Sky-Piercing Cannon.
A set of consecutive attacks with tricky angles and precise positioning hit the top student, leaving half of his body paralyzed. When the middle door was wide open and he was standing unsteadily, Wang Wen retracted into his arms and finished with a hard and accurate Mountain-Crushing Lean.
The whole audience could hear the needle drop.
The magicians who were watching were all staring blankly with their mouths open.
Wang Wen is afraid of wasting time, so he will really beat the person to death as soon as he takes action.
This set is his usual close-quarters killing technique. So far, no one who has taken the entire set can stand up.
If his body wasn't strong enough now, he could have broken his internal organs.
Even so.
The top student was also lying on the ground dying.
Seeing Wang Wen raising his legs to settle all the grudges, the top student was so frightened that he peeed, vomited blood and moved back, weakly shouting, "You, magician duel, how can you beat someone??"
His mentor also reacted at this time and ran to him in a panic. Seeing the miserable state of his beloved disciple, the mentor's blood vessels were about to burst. He stared at Wang Wen angrily and shouted, "Magic competition, why do you use fists and kicks? Are you humiliating Mages Association??"
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 tutor, vomited blood and shouted stubbornly, "If you don't know magic, at least you have mental power! The most basic mental shock can always be done! That's more upright than fists and kicks!"
"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 was about to speak.
The mentor stretched out his hand to stop his beloved disciple. He recalled in his mind the scene where Wang Wen hugged the stone pillar for three hours, and he estimated that the other disciple's mental strength was not simple.
He immediately changed his tone and asked the association's staff to carry his beloved disciple off the field for treatment while angrily yelling at Wang Wen, "You violated the rules of the competition. You will lose this duel!"
Looking at the dying top student with pale face and mouth full of blood, Wang Wen shrugged. "Oh."
He doesn't understand the meaning of winning or losing. The "winner" seems to be dying, right?
So he asked curiously, "So? What will happen if you lose?"
The instructor snorted coldly, "The loser apologizes. He will take a detour when he encounters us in the future, and he can no longer compete with us for the reward."
Wang Wen shook his head in a funny way. "I didn't snatch it from you in the first place. Didn't I say I would give one to you?"
The mentor seemed to be planning something and sneered, "It's different now. If you lose the duel, we will take all the rewards. Don't even think about it."
"I insist on grabbing the bounty that no one has accepted." Wang Wen's expression dimmed. "Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight with me?"
The instructor lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him. "You beat my student like this, how can I be his teacher if I don't say this for him?"
Wang Wen asked calmly, "In that case, it was your student who challenged me to duel just now, and now it's my turn to challenge him to duel. It's only fair that we challenge each other once."
"You severely injured him with despicable and illegal means, so he can completely ignore your duel." The instructor sneered.
"You have the final say?" Wang Wen raised his eyes and looked at the other party playfully. "Then it seems that I can only challenge you to a duel, will you accept it?"
The instructor laughed loudly, "Just 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 pulled out a short staff from the belt of his robe and straightened up his posture. "You beat my beloved disciple so badly, I will at least cripple one of your arms and legs today, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
Wang Wen heard this and said to himself with some regret, "It's a pity that Lao Mo is not here, otherwise he would not miss such a good opportunity."
"What did you say?" The instructor waved his short staff and set up some kind of array around him, and the air seemed to be slightly distorted.
"Nothing." Wang Wen raised his head and said, "Then I attacked? Mental shock is not considered a violation, right?"
"Haha." After the instructor finished setting up, he said with a sneer, "Don't think that knowing how to use fists, kicks, or mental power will make you great. Today I will let you understand what insurmountable level suppression is! Don't waste time and start quickly. I am a majestic fourth-level magician against a rookie who has just started. Use whatever you want, including fists, kicks, and mental power. See how I break your bones inch by inch!"
Wang Wen nodded.
Closed his eyes.
This time he stayed closed for a little longer.
After all, the opponent is called a fourth-level magician, which sounds very powerful.
Wang Wen doesn't understand the strength classification in this environment.
But Tower Climber is cautious and must go all out just in case.
It just so happened that he had just broken through the illusion and saw the truth, and he wanted to try Breaking Ignorance Level's spiritual power master, what would it be like to hit with all his strength.
Five seconds later.
The nose begins to spurt blood in advance.
Hurting yourself before hurting others is also the reason why Wang Wen usually doesn't like to use mental power.
It looks too classy.
Not at all like a master.
Ten seconds.
Accumulation is complete.
Mental strength reaches its peak.
Thick air currents surged around the body out of thin air, rising layer by layer, driving the lighter dust on the ground to swirl around, like thin ribbons fluttering, or like a looming dragon with fangs and claws.
Such a strange sight not only made the expression of the instructor on the opposite side become solemn, but due to the rules, he could not attack first, so he had to hold a short staff and arrange several layers of protection.
It also made all the surrounding onlookers hold their breath and their hearts beat faster.
Even the staff who were carrying the top student for treatment stopped in their tracks.
The top student who had been weakly crying in pain temporarily forgot about his pain and stared blankly at the venue with the staff.
Twelve seconds.
Wang Wen In order to be safe, he fought the severe pain in his brain to the extreme and concentrated his mental power for two seconds.
Don't let it go.
It's about to explode.
So he opened his eyes.
"..."
"..."
There was a ringing in the ears that sounded like a dragon roaring.
Everyone present seemed to be temporarily deafened.
All the sounds in the world were isolated from the outside of the eardrums, and my head felt slightly dizzy, and I felt a little nauseous.
The closer you get, the more it feels like your brain is tingling.
Wait until all symptoms subside.
The sound gradually recovers from light to heavy.
My vision also stabilized from dizzying to dizzying.
Everyone only saw a sector-shaped blank space of about 60 degrees facing forward with Wang Wen as the center.
Blank..
The ceiling, walls, and floor of the martial arts arena, including the person originally standing on the floor.
Everything turned into powder.
Through the hollow, you can see the remains of the hill outside.
Originally, Mages Association's martial arts arena was backed by a hill that wasn't too high.
At this time there were only a few scattered stones left.
This fan-shaped area seemed to have been wiped away from the ground by an invisible giant hand.
An aircraft flew over slowly.
Floating above the head of Wang Wen.
Level progress, +0.1.