The Wizarding Age

When Grimm stood in the field again, he immediately sensed the overwhelming momentum from Mark on the opposite side.

In the previous life on Earth, the overwhelming momentum might be just a metaphor, but in this high-magic world where even spiritual beliefs can become a powerful force, the spiritual pressure and overwhelming momentum that are as real as substance can really make people feel it.

Through the feedback of the chip, Grimm initially judged that the opponent's strength and physique might be above 17 points, and the mental strength might be slightly lower, also 16 points.

With such a strong physical body and a strong momentum formed by the spirit, Grimm felt as if he was in a trance and was struggling in the vortex of a powerful storm in nature. The skin on the front of the whole body even felt a slight tingling and burning.

Grimm frowned.

It seems that he must improve his mental strength as soon as possible, otherwise, just facing a senior apprentice, he will feel like he is under great pressure and can't breathe.

This is also because Grimm's rank is too low. If he had the strength of an intermediate apprentice, he could combine his elemental power and mental power to form a kind of individual protection similar to an energy field. When he encounters an enemy stronger than himself, he won't be naked like he is now.

Thunderbolt Axe Mark is a sturdy man with a height of 2.5 meters, a broad body and strong muscles. Even if the huge axe behind him is not in his hand, the violent momentum is still undiminished.

At this moment, he looked at Grimm, who was a little thin, and couldn't help laughing.

"Boy, you are very brave! You dare to come here even though you know you will be abused today, hahaha... I like it."

Grimm narrowed his eyes slightly, endured the discomfort brought by the difference in rank, and choked slightly.

"It's too early to tell whether it's a win or a loss. I hope Lord Mark will show some mercy later!"

"Haha... no problem. Although they all said they would break your legs and feet and crush half of your bones, I, Mark, like you. Good boy, you can actually make that living dead man Kuroki faint. It's quite refreshing to say. Hehe, today I'm happy, so I'll just break your legs. This little bit of pain is the gift to welcome you into the camp!"

"Uh..." Breaking both legs and hands may not really be considered an incurable injury here, but the pain of the treatment process is unavoidable. Therefore, listening to the other party talking about such a "feeling-hurting" topic in a condescending tone, Grimm could only roll his eyes and treat it as if he was farting.

"Hey, are you guys done? The bet is counted and I'm going to start the war here! How long do you want me to prepare?" Mark was obviously also impatient, rubbing his big hands and shouting loudly at the sidelines.

On the sidelines, the crowds were still bustling.

Groups of senior apprentices and quasi-witches gathered around Mensa and loudly announced their bets.

"170 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"

"230 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"

"90 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"

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On a huge fluorescent stone slab standing on the sidelines, the number of magic crystals pressed on one side of Mark was doubling, and soon reached the high point of 3680. On the other side, under Grimm's name, there were 700 magic crystals hanging alone.

This was a bet that Grimm made himself, otherwise everyone would have bet one-sidedly, and I'm afraid this bet would have been difficult to complete.

Today's odds are far less exaggerated than yesterday's. After everyone's unanimous assessment, Bald Afu took over the bet and offered an odds of 4:1. With such a bet, if Grimm loses to Mark, in addition to suffering, he will also have to bear a large gambling debt. At that time, I am afraid he can only sell himself to the camp and slowly repay it by completing tasks!

For the group of fighting madmen in the camp, making money or not is simply a trivial matter, and killing this newcomer's spirit is what everyone is most happy to see.

However, just as the voice gradually faded and Bald Afu was about to announce the start of the battle, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"300 magic crystals, I bet on Grimm to win!"

Although the voice was not loud, it suddenly froze the atmosphere in the field like a cold current, making everyone stagnant for a moment before they remembered to turn their heads and look at the owner of the voice.

Kuroki? !

It turned out to be Kuroki! ! !

At this moment, everyone had a sense of confusion, as if the world was spinning and the day and night were reversed. This... How is this possible? It would not be strange if everyone in the camp bet on Grimm to win, but it shouldn't be Kuroki! Aren't we helping him vent his anger?

Just as everyone was staring in amazement, another voice suddenly rang out in the crowd.

"I bet on Grimm to win, too, 270 magic crystals!"

Kevin! It's Kevin the Black Hand!

Everyone gasped, and their expressions were extremely wonderful. As the banker today, Bald Ah Fu felt for the first time that the sun was a bit dazzling today, and the magic crystals piled up beside him were not so cute. Although he had no time to study those magical prophecies, he also vaguely felt that today's gambling was a bit beyond his control.

Staring fiercely at Hei Mu and Kevin, Bald Ah Fu couldn't wait to shout loudly.

"The bet is set, I declare that the battle begins now!"

With Ah Fu's order, both sides in the field immediately made big moves.

The strong man Mark touched his hand, and the battle ax behind his back appeared in the huge hand like a cattail leaf fan. Along with the crackling thunder, countless blue arcs flashed around him.

Under the powerful electric current induction, Greem could smell the smell of the smelly electric current burning the air in the venue even a hundred meters away.

Even though he was extremely confident in the Demon Crocodile Hunter beneath him, Greem still did not dare to block the long-prepared attack of Mark, the Thunder Tomahawk. Stomping his right foot, under Greem's desperate urging, the Demon Crocodile Hunter was already sneaking underground at the fastest speed.

With full strength, Mark raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening battle cry. He followed the earth-shaking steps and launched a savage collision towards the rapidly diving Demon Crocodile. His steps were not heavy, but every step he took would leave a shallow pit filled with fine cracks like a spider web. His steps were not very big, but he rushed in front of Greem before the Demon Crocodile completely disappeared.

With a roar, the evil wind blew in his face, and the Demon Crocodile's thick long tail covered with thorns and tumors was thrown over, and it collided with Mark's battle ax filled with thunder and thunder.

There was a loud bang, followed by shattered soil and gravel splashing everywhere and a sudden explosion of small lightning storms.

Greem's body, wrapped by the native hunter, sank suddenly and was completely submerged into the soil. Only then did he escape the splash of soil and the attack of lightning by just a hair. Everyone could see clearly that before the Demon Crocodile dived into the ground, most of its long tail on the back half of its body had disappeared, and it looked extremely miserable.

At this moment, Mark stepped hard on the ground with both feet, and jumped up high with the force of the impact. In mid-air, he suddenly let out another violent shout, gathered enough strength to throw the battle ax, and the target was the place where Greem's body disappeared. place.

There was another earth-shaking loud noise, and the thunderbolt battle ax hit the ground with a blinding lightning storm, instantly smashing the ground into a huge crater more than half a meter deep. The sudden explosion of lightning storms continued to explode at the bottom of the pit, burning the soil and gravel into a glass-like substance.

Such a violent blow, let alone a direct confrontation, even if it was caught in the aftermath, it would be death or injury for a junior apprentice.

In everyone's keen mental perception, the life energy representing Greem suddenly dropped, and more than 2/3 of it disappeared in an instant.

Fortunately, the earth still took more damage on his behalf, and what he suffered was just some of the aftermath of the shock, so the strong man Mark's thunder blow did not kill him instantly. This made everyone in the venue shake their heads and sigh with regret!

If Mark's speed had been faster and his strength had been stronger, maybe the boy named Grim would have been killed in the shallows underground.

Junior apprentices want to challenge senior apprentices? What a joke! If it really comes down to it, Grim can't even take a single blow from Mark. Probably only a loser like Kuroki would be knocked to the ground by a little junior apprentice!

Bearing the gazes of confusion, ridicule, or contempt from everyone, Kuroki hid his face under the shadow of a dark hood, with only a pair of green will-o'-the-wisps dancing faintly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Only Blackhand Kevin's expression fluctuated as the battle situation changed.

To be honest, Mark's violent opening kill nearly scared the living daylights out of Kevin. The 270 magic crystal bet was something Kevin had worked hard to save over the past two or three years, hoping to buy himself a good enchanted dagger. If your brain gets hot and you fall into a mud pit for no reason, wouldn't it mean that your underwear is completely wiped out!

What does Greem have to rely on? Just by looking at that devil crocodile, I'm afraid he would be smashed into a pile of mud by the powerful Mark as soon as he showed his head. Boy, kid, you must not trick me, otherwise I will block your door every day!

However, at this moment, Greem was hiding underground and vomiting blood.

The opponent's powerful and heavy blow really hurt him. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and desperately sneaked deep into the ground, I'm afraid that the blow just now would have driven him out of the game. Even so, just the huge shock transmitted by the squeezing of the ground made him vomit three liters of blood and almost collapsed.

Sneaking quickly in the dark underground, using the small space created by the native demon puppet, Greem quickly dealt with his injuries. Then with a ferocious expression, he threw out the new demon puppet he had obtained all night long, and he drove the demon crocodile hunter to slowly float upwards.

As expected, Mark was already prepared for Grim's underground sneak attack. The leather boots on his feet are obviously a bit weird, they can stimulate extremely weird magic fluctuations, making the ground under him as solid as a rock, thus blocking all earth witchcraft cast by the Demon Crocodile Hunter.

In the end, Thunderbolt Tomahawk Mark simply sat cross-legged in the field and shouted with disdain: "Boy, from now on, your attacks underground are useless to me. If you still want to fight, come out." Go ahead! If you want to waste it, I will do it with you. I don’t believe that your puppet creature can last that long!”

Before he finished speaking, Mark stood up suddenly and took the battle ax in his hand again.

On the ground less than a hundred meters away from him, the Demon Crocodile Hunter was slowly rising to the surface, and Grimson's cold eyes were staring at him.

"Good boy, you are quite sensible. Let your uncle Mark teach you what fighting is today!"

After saying this, Mark's body was once again filled with blue free arcs of electricity. He swung his ax and charged forward with a howl.

"Don't you always want to see my tricks? Well, I'll show you now." Grimson smiled coldly, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Come out, my violent warrior!"

With his call, the whole venue collapsed instantly.

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