Barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

"How could it be possible, how could it be possible, how could it be possible!!"

On the ring, Wilmot suddenly jumped up.

On his face, various expressions appeared in turn.

Suddenly his smile was as bright as the sun; suddenly he was as gloomy as a night in a storm; and suddenly he lowered his head and stamped his feet fiercely, his anger raging to the sky.

"Why, why!"

He raised his head and roared hoarsely, but there was a smile on his face that was difficult for normal people to understand. Suddenly, he closed his eyes again, and all his movements stopped in an instant, but anyone could see it.

The raging magic tide surged uncontrollably in his body.

"What happened?"

On the high platform, the host looked blankly at Wilmot's actions in the ring, and the audience was also confused, not sure what happened.

In their view, the game had only started for less than five minutes, and during these five minutes, Linn stood still and made no move. Only Wilmot kept circling Linn.

Then, Wilmot became like this.

"This, could it be that Blaze used his unknown method again..."

"wrong."

A slight sound negated the host's guess.

Everyone turned their attention to the place where the voice came from, and immediately decided to give up their doubts and follow the decision of the owner of the voice.

"Teacher Randolph."

Maurice Randolph stood beside the host, looking down at the strange scene in the ring, and said in a deep voice.

"According to my judgment, it was not Blazer's fault that Wilmot became like this."

He looked around and asked: "Students, do you know what illusionists are most afraid of?"

"——It is an illusion constructed by oneself, which is fundamentally denied."

"Illusionists' illusions are all based on their own imagination. If you want to make the opponent fall into the illusion created by you, your method must be able to perfectly deceive the opponent's eyes and let the opponent fall into the illusion.

Subconsciously, he believed that what he saw really existed."

"But if the foundation is broken, the illusory high-rise building cast by the illusionist will collapse in an instant, and it is very likely to crush the protagonist who built this building."

Morris looked at the field again: "I don't know much about Wilmot, but there are only a few main methods of illusionists."

"Either it is to build an illusion that looks like the real world, overlapping with each other, so that the opponent can't tell whether the reality he is in is truly 'real' or not."

"But obviously, with Wilmot's strength, it is impossible to achieve such an achievement."

"Then, there is only one other option - to communicate about the people or things hidden in the other party's heart, in order to deceive and overwhelm the opponent."

"This is the most common method used by illusionists, because as long as a person is human, there must be some ulterior secrets hidden in his heart."

"This way of constructing illusions is simple and easy for illusionists to learn, but everyone has to know one thing." Morris said softly, "The simpler something is, once it encounters difficulties, its problem-solving methods will

Often more complex.”

"It's true that illusionists can easily evoke things hidden in other people's hearts, but before communicating, no one knows what is hidden in the other person's heart. And can they themselves withstand the pressure deep in the shadows?

"

Morris spread his hands and said: "Obviously, Wilmot's psychological endurance is not particularly good. After eliciting what was in the other party's heart, he not only failed to use it and successfully constructed the illusion, but was bitten by the other party.

, leading to a complete collapse of the spiritual defense line.”

"In the end, it was backfired by his own magic."

"Counterattack, counterattack."

The host listened blankly to Teacher Morris's explanation and asked anxiously: "Then, Teacher Randolph, what will happen if it gets backlashed?"

Morris pointed at Wilmot who was in a state of confusion in the ring and said: "Out of control."

"Next, Wilmot's failed brain will no longer be able to control his body, and all actions will be based on his biological instincts."

"And the most instinctive behavior of living things is nothing more than to eliminate possible threats around them to ensure their own survival safety."

"Doesn't that mean..." The host seemed to have thought of something, and his voice became sharper, "Classmate Blaze, you are in danger!"

Morris glanced at the host who was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. He wondered how he managed to sneak in and host the finals if he didn't have the ability to calm down at all.

However, his face remained calm and he only said: "Don't worry, the referee is still on the court."

"Moreover." He pointed at the young man walking toward Wilmot in the middle of the field, holding a sword-shaped staff, and said, "This little guy doesn't think he is the one being threatened."

...

"Crack-"

The boots made a crisp clicking sound when they stepped on the floor of the arena.

Lin En held the long sword and walked towards the opponent who was in a state of silence with a calm expression.

Every step seems to indicate the unfolding of the gate of hell.

"You...you..."

Wilmot breathed heavily, forced out the remaining sanity, and raised his eyes to look at the young man walking slowly towards him.

"How did you know..."

Lin En raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "Do you think I will be like the villains in those third-rate novels, first explain the cause of the matter honestly, and then wait for the result that I should have obtained to be reversed?

?”

"Ahhhh——"

Wilmot's remaining sanity was finally swallowed up by the backlash of desire.

With his eyes red and filled with boiling magic power, he rushed towards Lin En.

"The gangsters fight without any rules."

Linn stretched out his hand and pinched Wilmot's thin arm. He moved back and his body moved forward violently with his kicking steps.

"Kacha—"

Wilmot's arm was instantly dislocated due to the strong pull and impact, and his whole body flew far away under the influence of inertia, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, like a bull seeing red cloth.

Lowering his head, dragging his almost broken body, he rushed towards Lin En again.

"This kind of battle is somewhat boring."

Lin En gripped the sword tightly and moved forward slowly.

There are many key points in the Blazer family's swordsmanship, but in the final analysis, there is only one ultimate essence.

"I, have to stand."

"You can stand, you can sit, you can lie down, you can do whatever you want, except for one thing."

"——Can't live."

Stab——

The tip of the sword passed through the fabric on Wilmot's chest, exposing the black mark on his chest to Linn's sight.

However, if you want to make any further progress, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

The referee released his sword and said to him: "The game is over, you can prepare for the award ceremony later."

Linn didn't speak, only stared at the chest of Wilmot who was brought down to the ground by the referee.

That mark, the rose is still there, but in the middle.

Empty.