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It is different from the sci-fi shock of mechanical legions and extraordinary armor and full firepower in the artillery beams among the London Tower Bridge technicians. It is also different from the one-on-one head-on confrontation between Hyde Park’s Night Riders and the mythical prototype, and the battle between swordsmen and swordsmen. The sparks are blazing without falsehood,

In the battlefield of the Parliament Building, under the appearance that both figures seemed to be standing still without moving a single step, their abilities were competing implicitly amidst silent and invisible rules.

Mysterious and hidden.

Compared to the C-class who still had power beyond reality, the erratic fighting style of the night battle world was fully revealed in the battles of B-class participants who had already discovered their own strengths and weaknesses!

As if hidden in another world, invisible to the eyes, a fatal blow penetrated his body, and in the Palace of Westminster, which had been cut into pieces like a vegetable, there was an instant of slanting sword marks. Appearing on the tower out of thin air, the top of the Elizabeth Tower clock tower slipped off, as if ringing a silent death knell.

Listening to the loud noise of the top of the tower falling, Le Guin glanced at the smooth cut surface that logically should never appear on such a large building. He slowly turned his blue eyes and looked at the neatly cut surface in front of him. A figure slowly appeared on the rubble.

Dressed in a Western magic suit with a long black suit and a top hat, he was holding a magnificent ancient sword with a dragon-shaped coil and a sparrow-head carving!

——Daxia Longque!

"I've seen this sword before."

"A long time ago, we followed Your Excellency to visit the Night Society in China. We were the people who led the way for us. Are you his student?"

Slowly taking off the black hat, it was like the curtain call at the end of a performance. The moment he heard these words, the magician was slightly stunned, and then whispered in a low voice with the feeling of exhaustion of magic energy:

"Is that so... I was still wondering who could have the ability to directly interfere with the operation of magic energy. I didn't expect... that he turned out to be an old friend of the master..."

Looking at the figure holding the sword in front of him but not inconsistent with the suit and leather shoes, Le Guin gently shook his head and looked at the B-level magician who would normally be his opponent.

"I've just seen it, and if your illusion hadn't been restrained by my ability, it would be difficult to distinguish the illusion from the real and the false. In this scene, no one except Class A would be your opponent."

If you really look at it with your eyes, what you see at this moment is still the intact roof of the Parliament Building. From the moment you see the figure of the magician lowering the top hat, you find through the flow of magic energy that your sense of perception is isolated on the surface due to the other party's ability. fantasy,

What surprised Le Guin even more was that at the moment when he discovered that he could be harmed and wanted to unify the reality beneath the surface illusion, his consciousness was actually pulled to another level of illusion!

It is not a simple method like the phantom of the body at all, but a double illusion that connects the environment and interweaves the false and the real. The separation of soul and body causes even the authenticity of every attack to be doubted. After experiencing this in person, it is impossible to judge. Any moment of seeing the power of what you see,

Le Guin finally understood why the Royal Court had been unable to win the B-level battles twice before.

"This kind of ability development that points directly to higher levels in the growth stage has a strong style of your ancient China. Sure enough, you are the same as the A-level gun-holding one I saw in the Arctic. You also come from that A mysterious night club filled with powerful people."

After hearing the other party's few words, he could see through the truth of his own ability, and even guessed his past location. The magician looked at the noble-looking woman in front of him, and smiled silently.

"I don't have the talent like him. This is just a clumsy skill born out of the uncomprehended teachings of my elders. However, Your Excellency... most of the mysterious abilities that operate with magic energy can jump out. I don’t know how many words you said were ‘just enough restraint’...”

The magic energy interferes with the integrity of the illusion, maintaining consciousness and talking to the magician in the parliament building on the 'third floor'. Looking at the magician who has exhausted his magic energy and can no longer maintain the illusion, or even show his body, he calmly speaks:

"Why don't you give up yet?

It makes no sense for you to persist like this. "

At this moment, the magic energy was exhausted and he could not fight Le Guin at all. However, the magician smiled weakly. Although he was defeated, he still had his usual stable and mature reassuring look, and put on his own again. The magician's hat is like doing the last magic show.

"No, before that..."

The figure in a suit holding a brilliant ancient sword lowered his hat and spoke in an increasingly soft voice, and then the flashy sword with the head of a dragon and a bird in his hand lit up,

His consciousness was dim, and the magician murmured words while his body fell forward.

"I...have to finish one last thing."

The moment he saw him put on his top hat and smile mysteriously at him, and then the sword in his hand lit up, Le Guin suddenly felt something strange!

But when she wanted to judge the magician's true intention, the consciousness that stayed in this layer of illusion returned to her body!

Looking around at the scene of London with the surrounding parliament buildings shattered into rubble, and looking up at the sky where there is nothing abnormal, and perceiving the real reality through the flow of magic energy, the illusion that the outermost parliament building is safe and sound is shattered, and the magician also falls,

The ability tells Le Guin what he is seeing right now,

is fake!

And although there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him, he sensed the reality of the outside world and the attacks coming from the sky towards his body that he was temporarily unable to control. Le Guin looked at the illusion that had been blocked on this layer. In the end, the magician's blue eyes widened slightly as he fell down with a smile on his lips.

Since I discovered that the illusion is ineffective for me, the purpose of creating a second illusion is

Just to block my consciousness here...?

...

"magician!"

Time came to the moment when the outermost illusion was shattered like a layer of glass. In the night game viewing room, when he saw the magician's figure falling forward, Hua Ling exclaimed in disbelief!

Unlike Fang Ran who knew Le Guien was powerful, and unlike Ye Sheng and Fang Shu who had seen her in the North Pole, Hua Ling just couldn't believe the magician. The fact that he actually lost!

And this is what most people in the Night Bureau are thinking at this moment...

"The magician... actually lost..."

Qing Ning murmured to herself in disbelief. She didn't know how strong the magician was until she was promoted to level B. But at this moment, such a strong magician actually lost to an opponent of unknown origin...

Jotta slowly opened his eyes and looked at the screen. He bit a corner of his lip tightly for some reason and clenched his fists.

Fang Shuzhi's eyes darkened, with a complicated look on his face. Although he had some bad premonitions, he still couldn't accept the moment he saw the magician fall, because no one could understand the magician better than him. Strength.

And looking at the same scene, the uncle groped his chin and stared at the white shadow of Le Guin's royal court dress, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he was surprised in his heart.

It turns out that Daxia Longque, who is on your right and left, was unable to win. Is that kid useless...?

Unlike everyone else, Fangran had already expected such a result. Looking at the virtual screen, Le Guin, whom he had last seen at the North Pole, once again saw her powerful abilities, and suddenly a question arose.

Unlike Ling Qi, she just woke up in this era,

Why did you come to participate in this national war?

However, before Fangran could figure out the strangeness he instinctively noticed in his daze, the illusion on the virtual screen shattered like broken glass, and the magician fell down in front of the figure in the platinum dress. !

In the sky, the tracking missiles of the scientists brought up flickering light spots at the tail, and were launched from the remnants of the Tower Bridge in London, towards Le Guin, whose consciousness was still imprisoned in the second layer of illusion by the Great Summer Dragon Bird and unable to control his body. Fall down,

It’s like I already knew this opportunity!

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