The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game

  Chapter 95 Pinching. Pinching exploded.

"maybe"

   Morris replied perfunctorily.

  The next moment, he stared at the projection for a moment, and asked: "This year, when you set up the rules for grabbing points, didn't you ask them not to form a team?"

   "Score grabbing?" Davis responded suspiciously, "There really isn't one, because we don't have any rules to **** points at all."

"We discussed it a little bit this year. Compared with fighters, mages don't need to rush to the front of the battlefield, so they can definitely adjust their competitiveness to be weaker. Anyway, afterward, they feel that a large part of people who are less competitive I will accept the invitation of the freshmen of the warrior department to take the midterm exam of the warrior department. For competitions or something, just let the warriors teach them."

  It’s kind of a bit of a trick.

   "Then here comes the problem." Morris pointed to the image above, "Can you explain to me what's going on?"

  Davis froze for a moment, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of his fingers.

   There, three or four teenagers were gathering around Lynn, all looking eager to try.

   Davis was dumbfounded by this.

  After repeated confirmation, he said seriously: "There are no rules about looting points. I'm pretty sure of that."

  Morris sighed slightly: "They probably didn't write it, so it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

   "I don't like to follow the original route, and I want to go my own way. These little brats really deserve to be the seeds of magicians." Davis followed him and sighed, "It seems that this kid is in trouble."

   Trouble?

  Mr. Morris murmured in his heart.

   Trouble, maybe a little trouble.

  Although in his eyes, Lynn's talent and current strength are the best among his peers, but that is only among his peers.

   Anyway, he is just a freshman after all, and according to Morris' experience, the maintenance of illusion generally requires a huge amount of magic power. As a freshman who has just come into contact with the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers, the limitation of magic power makes it impossible for Lin En to maintain illusion magic for a long time, or face several people to use it at the same time.

but

   Morris always felt.

  This kid won't fall here so easily.

  Letting down the thoughts in his mind, he re-observed the projection phantom seriously.

  On the top, a few teenagers who came later were all smiling, as if they were complacent because of the superiority in numbers, thinking that they were about to win.

  Lin En's face was as calm as ever, and he only mumbled a few words.

   After he finished speaking, the faces of those young men suddenly became gloomy.

  The next moment, they took out their staffs, and the glow flowed on them, brewing their own magic.

  How will he respond?

   Morris thought silently.

   Is it to confuse the opponent's sight with illusion; or use the short interval when they cast spells to defeat them in advance; or is there other means?

   It's just that Morris thought of many possibilities, but he couldn't think of what happened next.

  On the screen, the first thing condensed by the magic power is the fire element in the air. Under the mastery of the controller, those fire elements gathered in the sky to form one. A fireball the size of a baby's head then plummets down.

   "Is it just silver-level magic?" Davis was slightly surprised.

  Because in his opinion, the first choice of magic for these new students must be the highest gold level that he can come into contact with.

   "What's wrong with silver-level magic?" Morris asked back, "The higher the level of knowledge, the easier it is to use. The division of levels just shows that its learning difficulty and requirements are relatively high."

   "For a person, suitable knowledge is the best knowledge. It is not a good choice to blindly pursue high levels."

   "Yes, yes." Davis' words were very perfunctory.

   Obviously, he is not very interested in Morris' theory.

   He is interested, and perhaps only Morris will lose his gold coin.

  He raised his eyes to look at the magic projection again, and was about to say something, but suddenly he was taken aback, his eyes widened.

   "How? How is it possible?!"

  The voice raised several degrees, all the time explaining the shock in Davis' heart at the moment.

   On the other side, although Morris, who never took his eyes off the screen, thought he was a bit noisy, even he had to admit that Davis' slightly exaggerated performance was understandable.

  Because in that picture, facing the flying fireball, the boy only slightly raised his **** hand, and then.

  Pinch and burst the fireball.

   It exploded.

exploded

   up.

   This operation made Davis look stupid.

   Isn't he a mesmer?

   Catching fireballs with bare hands, is this something that illusionists can do?

   No, no, not just illusionists, any magician can't do it, and it's impossible to do it!

  The body of a magician is inherently weak. If there is no blessing of defensive magic, let alone a one-on-one fight with a warrior, even a confrontation with an adult cock, they may peck at the ground and run away.

   But what did he see now?

  A magician caught someone else's fireball with his bare hands and crushed it to explode.

Davis turned his head and looked at Morris, who was also in a daze: "Isn't he a student in your class? Isn't he a teacher of the magic department? So why is a student in the magic class fighting like a warrior? And what the **** is not an ordinary fighter, but a fighter who can crush people's magic with a single slap!"

   Morris opened his mouth to explain, but couldn't utter a word.

  Hell, how did he know why?

   What he taught was "Basic Theory of Magic", not "Basic Magic Practice". Who knows why he cultivated like this?

   After a pause, Morris carefully observed the picture on the magic projection.

   Soon, with good eyesight, he discovered the abnormality.

   "What is in his hand?"

  Davis followed his words, and also noticed the slightly shimmering red luster on Lynn's hand.

"Is it the gauntlet in the armor?" Davis frowned, "Is this the staff he picked from the logistics warehouse? No, if this is his staff, then the big one on his back What is a sword—I know that thing."

   "Could it be that he brought other things in from the outside world?"

"That's not right!" Davis vetoed his own words again, "Before entering the examination room, every student has passed a very strict inspection. With the ability he can possess as a freshman, it is impossible to escape the detection of magic detection .Even with the help of family members, it is impossible."

   "What the hell, why?"

   "That's not a weapon, or a prop," Morris said suddenly, "That's his summon."

  (end of this chapter)