I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Only then did Kellen realize that the arrow was not for a sneak attack, but for knowing that he would definitely be able to block it. He deliberately tied a bottle of primary recovery liquid to the arrow.

He used his strength to make Andrew get the medicine.

No matter what kind of medicine it was, there was one thing in common: whether it was to drink it or to splash it on oneself, the effect was the same.

Because the potion was actually not medicine but contained different types of healing magic liquid.

The medicinal materials of the drug were only used to make the magic stay as long as possible.

Even if only one drop of the liquid medicine was sprayed on one's body, the magic in it would take effect, and each bottle would only take effect on the first person who came into contact with it.

Kellen would definitely break the elf arrow with his frozen dragon bite to avoid getting hurt.

The frozen cage hand was a magic derivative, not its real body.

Therefore, the first person who came into contact with the potion was Andrew.

Kellen was shocked.

Andrew and Nason couldn't foresee and discuss such a thing in advance.

This was the tacit understanding between the two.

The two of them had plotted and executed this scheme at the same time!

Everything was in Andrew's plan.

Realizing that something bad was going to happen, Kellen grabbed Andrew in a hurry. He roared crazily, "You can't recover your fighting power only by a bottle of preliminary medicine."

"What's more, the healing liquid was as effective as the magic liquid."

"Your plan is in vain."

"You haven't given up yet. I won't give you another chance. You can't turn the tables. Go to hell!"

However, Andrew's smile didn't change.

Before he fainted, Andrew said with all his strength, "I really can't turn the tables, but... But he can."

He?

Kellen was shocked.

He suddenly felt tremendous pressure coming from his side.

He turned his head in horror.

Abel, who was more than 20 meters away, had already appeared beside him.

His whole body was charred, and at this moment, 20 or 30 percent of his skin had recovered as before.

At this moment, Kellen felt like falling into an abyss.

Impossible!

Although he had only recovered 20 or 30 percent, he had to take at least three bottles of high-grade healing liquid to recover so much.

Why did he...

Kellen suddenly realized something and looked down.

Andrew was pointing at Abel.

A red magic power extended from his fingertips to his body.

This is...

Kellen was suffocated.

The primary healing liquid Nason had just given to Andrew was not to restore his fighting ability.

No matter how serious the injury was, the preliminary healing liquid could recover a little.

It was this little bit of recovery that gave Andrew the power to raise a finger.

And that was enough.

A finger couldn't release any powerful magic.

But Andrew used the only remaining magic power in his body to release the magic that he had seen in his soul sea and secretly memorized the magic formula. It was the magic of Sarah.

Fire recovery.

The magic of targeted burn could heal magic.

As for Andrew and Abel, they were all burnt.

No matter how rusty he was, it was not a problem for him to treat more than thirty percent of Abel's condition.

And even if there were only 30% of them, it was more than enough to deal with Kellen.

In the VIP grandstand, the four holy tutor kings watched the whole scene.

Nicholas suddenly felt that the temperature around him was several degrees lower.

Among the four people who had praised Andrew before, two to three of them wanted to kill Andrew.

There was no other reason!

All kinds of magic for healing were monopolized by the magic association.

Andrew used the magic of healing. According to the magic association, there was only one result.

Death penalty!

'damn it.'

Nicholas cursed inwardly.

Meanwhile.

"Hey, what are you doing to Andrew?"

At this moment, with his back to the sun, Abel's face was completely shrouded in shadow, but his round eyes were emitting a furious red light.

"You are using the despicable to interfere in the battle between Andrew and me. Loser, Who gives you the guts?"

Abel's anger was real.

At this moment, Kellen felt as if a mountain was pressing on him and he couldn't breathe.

Despair, like a cold current spreading all over his body.

Kellen was desperate.

"No, no. You... You misunderstood me. I... I was just kidding."

He hurriedly put down Andrew, knelt down, and said with a smile, "I... I was just kidding. In fact, I'm here to send you the therapeutic liquid. You... You..."

However, Abel was not interested in his quibbling anymore.

He pulled out the night dagger and started to kill him.

His speed was as fast as lightning and thunder.

With a twist of the air.

Kellen's smile froze.

A thin line appeared on his head from the left forehead to the right cheekbone.

Then, blood seeped out.

His head was cut in half.

"The winner! Abel!"

Kellen fell to the ground.

The referee concluded that the Lion Eagle had lost the ability to resist the Fierce Vulture and could not participate in the competition tomorrow. He skipped the point statistics section and announced the result.

At this moment, the audience was boiling.

What a wonderful competition.

In the end, Kellen's appearance did not disappoint the audience but showed all the audience their extraordinary wisdom and judgment in the face of absolute desperation.

However, in the face of the thunderous cheers and the referee who gave the awards on the stage.

Abel's face was extremely gloomy.

After a while, he made up his mind and shouted with the magic of wind.

"I don't agree with this result! On behalf of the Fierce Vulture Mage Academy, I declare that we give up the victory!"

"The victory should belong to Lion Eagle Mage Academy."

The decision left the audience flabbergasted.

The Fierce Vulture was actually going to give up the victory.

"What is he doing?" Archimedes, the usually gentle director of Fierce Vulture, was so angry that he pounded the table and his beard was raised.

Paying no attention to the shock of the crowd, Abel winked at his position.

The two teams who were guarding the flag immediately understood and rushed over with all the treatment liquid.

Abel squatted down and held up Andrew, who was almost unconscious, and shouted to all the audience, "If I accept this victory in this competition, it will be a terrible victory."

"My self-esteem doesn't allow me to defeat my opponent in this way."

"And at the last moment, if it weren't for Andrew, all the people present would have died today."

"I admit that Andrew is better than me in every aspect."

"He is the real number one contemporary genius, so this victory does not belong to me and the Fierce Vulture."

After saying that, Abel looked firmly at the referee.

"Announce, the real winner."