Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 123 No master style

The Magicians Association has a martial arts arena that is used by members for daily practice.

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

Marchans and others did not expect that Wang Wen would really accept the duel, so they watched the fun happily because they were idle anyway.

Only Wang Wen himself in the venue knew how rushed he was.

So when the top student gritted his teeth and shouted "Start", and took the lead in rolling out a fireball and throwing it, Wang Wei twisted her body and crossed the half court like lightning, avoiding the fireball while throwing out a stool leg.

"boom".

The stool leg accurately hit the opponent's head.

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's see if I don't beat the shit out of you today."

Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed forward, raised his wrists, raised his wrists, and tapped his armpits and waist to reach the sky 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 Min pulled him into his arms and hit him hard and accurately. tail.

The whole audience could hear the needle drop.

The magicians who were watching were all staring blankly with their mouths open.

Wang Min was afraid of wasting time, so he would beat the person to death as soon as he took action.

This set is his usual close-range killing technique. So far, no one who has taken the entire set can stand up.

If his current body wasn't strong enough, he could even break his internal organs.

even so.

The top student was also lying on the ground dying.

Seeing Wang Wei raising her legs to settle all the grudges, the top student was so frightened that he peeed, vomited blood and moved back again and again, weakly shouting: "You, a 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 looked angrily at Wang Wei and shouted: "Why do you use fists and kicks in a magic competition? You are humiliating me. Magician’s Association??”

Wang Min spread her 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 Min 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 Wei hugged Shizhu for three hours, and he estimated that the other party's mental strength was not simple.

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

Looking at the dying top student, whose face was pale and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, Wang Min 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. If you encounter us in the future, you will take a detour, and you can no longer compete with us for the reward."

Wang Min shook her 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 Wei'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 me who challenges him to duel. It's only fair that one person should do it once."

"You seriously injured him with despicable and illegal methods, so he can completely ignore your duel." The mentor sneered.

"Is it all up to you?" Wang Min 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 inside his robe and straightened up his stance: "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!"

When Wang Min heard this, he 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 Wei 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 means you are so great. Today I will let you understand what insurmountable level suppression is! Don't waste time, do it quickly, I am a powerful person. When a first-level magician deals with a newbie, you can use whatever you want, including fists, feet, and mental strength, and see how I break your bones inch by inch!"

Wang Wen nodded.

Closed his eyes.

This time he stayed shut a little longer.

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

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

But tower climbers are cautious and must go all out just in case.

It just so happened that he had just broken through the darkness and saw the truth. He wanted to try what it would be like to hit a full-power blow from a breakthrough-level mental power master.

Five seconds later.

The nose begins to spurt blood in advance.

He hurts himself before hurting others. This is also the reason why Wang Min usually doesn't like to use mental power.

It looks too low-grade.

Not at all like a master.

Ten seconds.

Accumulation is completed.

Mental power reaches its extreme.

Thick air currents surged around the body, rising layer by layer, causing the lighter dust on the ground to swirl around, like thin strips of fluttering ribbons, 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 field with the staff.

Twelve seconds.

In order to be on the safe side, Wang Min fought hard against the severe pain in her brain and concentrated her mental power for two more seconds.

Don’t let it go.

About to explode.

Then he opened his eyes.

"..."

"..."

There was a ringing in the ears that sounded like a dragon roaring.

Everyone present seemed to be temporarily deaf.

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.

Those who are so close can even feel their brains tingling.

Wait until all symptoms have dispersed.

The sound gradually recovers from light to heavy.

The vision also stabilized from dizzying to dizzying.

Everyone only saw a fan-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, the martial arts arena of the Magicians Association was backed by a hill that was not too high.

At this point 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.

Floating above Wang Wen's head.

Level progress, +0.1.

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