Age of Adepts

As Grimm stood in the field again, he immediately perceived the overwhelming momentum coming from Mark across the street.

In the previous life of Earth, momentum is perhaps just a metaphor, but even spiritual beliefs can become a powerful world of high demons, and spiritual pressure and oppression like substance can be truly felt.

Grimm's initial judgment of each other's strength and physique through chip feedback may be above 17 points, while mental strength may be slightly lower or 16 points.

With such a strong flesh * body and spirit blended together, Grimm's trance gives her a hard feeling of being in nature's powerful storm vortex. The skin on the front of the entire body even feels slight tingling and burning.

Grimm frowned.

See that you must improve your mental strength as soon as possible, otherwise face to face with a senior apprentice alone, you have the feeling that you are under strong pressure and can't breathe.

It's Grimm's low rank, too. If he had the strength of an intermediate apprentice to combine his elemental and spiritual strength, he could form an individual protection similar to that of an energy field. When you encounter an enemy stronger than yourself, you will not be as naked as you are now.

The Thunder Axe Mark is a stunning man with a height of 2 meters and 5, his body is wide and his muscles are strong. Even if the huge battle axe behind him is not in his hands, the fierce atmosphere of the whole thing remains intact.

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

“Boy, you got balls! Knowing that I would be abused today, I dare to come, hahaha... I like it. ”

Grimm narrowed his eyes slightly and endured the discomfort caused by the difference in rank, slightly choking.

“It is too early to win or lose. I hope Lord Mark has mercy in a moment! ”

“Haha… so to speak. Though they all said they were gonna break your legs and crush half your bones, Mark liked you a lot. Good boy, you can faint the blackwood alive and dead, it's a relief to speak of. Hey, Ben's happy today, just break your legs. This meat bitterness is a welcome gift to the camp! ”

“Uh...” Breaking your legs here may not really be an incurable injury, but the pain in the treatment process is inevitable. So listening to each other talk of such “sadness” in a gracious tone, Grimm could only roll his eyes, and Kwon when he was farting.

“Hey, you guys ready? I'm about to start a war! When are you going to get me ready?” Mark was obviously also in a hurry, rubbing his big hand and shouting out to the side.

And on the side, it's still the head that's buzzing.

A crowd of senior apprentices and associate witches clustered around Mensa and voiced their bets.

“170 Magic Crystal, bet Mark wins! ”

“230 Magic Crystal, bet Mark wins! ”

“90 Magic Crystal, bet Mark wins! ”

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Standing on a giant fluorescent slab on the field, the number of magic crystals pressed on Mark's side doubled upwards, quickly reaching a high of 3680. On the other side, under Grimm's name, there's a lonely 700 magic crystal hanging.

This is one of Grimm's own presses, otherwise I'm afraid the bet will be really hard to win.

Today's odds are far less exaggerated than they were yesterday. Measured unanimously, bald Alfred took over the game, giving a 4: 1 odds. In such a gamble, if Grimm fails in Mark's hands, he bears a sizeable gambling debt in addition to the meat he suffers. I'm afraid we'll have to sell ourselves to the camp and pay our mission back slowly!

For the battle lunatics in the camp, making money or not is simply a small matter, and the sharpness of killing this new man is the most pleasant thing to see.

Yet just as the voice subsided and bald Ahfou was ready to announce the start of the battle, a low and dull voice suddenly sounded.

“300 Magic Crystal, I crush Grim! ”

The sound, though not loud, suddenly froze the atmosphere as if it were a cold stream, causing everyone to stagnate for a moment before turning to the owner of the sound.

Black Wood?!

Black Wood!!!

At this moment, everyone has a sense of obstinacy that spins day and night. This... How is this possible? It's not surprising that the whole camp is crushing Grimm, but it shouldn't be Black Wood! Aren't we trying to help him relieve his hatred?

Just as the crowd opened their mouths and stared at each other, another voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

“Me too, Grim wins, 270 Magic Crystal! ”

It's Blackhand Kevin!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and had a wonderful look on their face. And for the first time as a dealer today, bald Alfred felt that today's day was a little dazzling, and the magic crystals piled up beside him were a little less cute. Though he didn't have time to study those nagging prophecies, he also implicitly felt that today's gambling was somewhat beyond his control.

Blackwood and Kevin stared badly, and bald Alfred couldn't wait to drink loudly.

“The bet is set, I declare, and now the battle begins! ”

As soon as Alfred gave the order, both sides immediately made a big move on the field.

As soon as the mighty hand was wiped, the battle axe behind him appeared in the huge palm of a dandelion, accompanied by a thunderbolt of crackling thunder, and countless blue arcs swimming around him.

Powerful current induction allows Grimm, a hundred meters away, to smell the stinking current of burning air in the field.

Even with great confidence in the crocodile hunters beneath him, Grimm still doesn't dare to stand in the way of Mark the Thunderbolt Battle Axe, a long-standing blow. Stopped on his right foot, the crocodile hunter was already diving underground at the fastest possible speed under Grimm's desperate pressure.

Full of strength, Mark howled in a deafening battle, stomping on the rocking steps of the mountain and launching a barbaric collision towards the rapidly diving alligator. His footsteps are not heavy, but each step leaves a shallow pit filled with fine cracks like a spider web. He didn't make great strides, but rushed to Grimm before the crocodile completely disappeared.

Whimpering the face of the wind, the crocodile filled with thorn sarcoma's thick, long tail fluttered over, hitting with Mark's thunderous battle axe.

A bang followed by a splash of crushed earth sandstone and a sudden explosion of small lightning storms.

Grimm's body, wrapped by native hunters, sinks completely into the dirt, thus avoiding the sputtering and lightning attacks of the dirt in millimeters. It was clear to everyone that the crocodile had disappeared from much of its long tail in the back half of its body before diving into the ground, and it looked terrible.

At this moment, Mark stomped his feet on the ground, jumping high with the force of impact, in the middle of the sky, suddenly a fierce shout, saving his strength to throw out the battle axe, the target is precisely where the Grimm body disappeared.

Another loud and shocking sound, the Thunder Axe hit the ground with a blinding lightning storm, instantly smashing the ground into a giant pit more than half a metre deep. The sudden explosion of lightning storms continued to flash at the bottom of the pit, burning the earth sandstone raw into a glassy substance.

Such a fierce blow, let alone a positive blow, involves being caught by the rest of the waves, and for a junior apprentice it is also a non-mortal wound.

In the acute spiritual perception of the people, representing a sharp setback in Grimm's life energy, more than 23 disappeared instantly.

But the good news is that in the earth he has suffered more damage, and he has only suffered some shock aftermath, so the thunderbolt strike of Strong Hammarsk did not stop him. This makes everyone on the field shake their heads with regret and sigh!

If Mark had been faster and harder, maybe the Grim kid would have just smothered in the shallows of the ground.

Junior apprentice wants to challenge advanced apprentice? That's a joke! Grimm can't even catch Mark's blow. Probably only a piece of junior apprentice like Blackwood would lift it to the ground!

Bearing the stare of many people or confusion, or sarcasm, or disdain, the black wood shields its face from the shadow of a dark hood, and only a pair of ghost fires of haunted greenery beat implicitly, not knowing what to think.

Only black Kevin's face was gloomy and uncertain as the war changed.

Mark's outburst, seriously, almost didn't scare Kevin's soul off. The bet on the 270 Magic Crystal is what Kevin has worked so hard to accumulate over the last two or three years, and he expects to replace himself with a nice Enchanted Dagger. If you want your brain to burn in the mud pit, you'll lose your underwear!

What exactly does that Grimm have to do with it? With that crocodile, I'm afraid he'll be slashed into mud by a powerful Mark. Boy, you mustn't pit me, or I'll block your door every day!

At this moment, however, Grimm was born to spit blood underground.

The other side's heavy blow really hurt him. Had it not been for his quick opportunity to dive deep into the ground, I'm afraid the blow would have driven him out. Even so, just the tremendous shock that the ground squeeze was passing on made him vomit three liters of blood, almost impossible.

Grimm quickly handled his wounds during a quick dive in the dark underground, using the small space propelled up by the Native Demons. That's when he threw away the new puppet he got last night, and he drove the crocodile hunter up slowly.

If not, Mark would have been prepared for Grimm's underground attack. The leather boots on his feet are obviously a little odd, capable of provoking weird magical fluctuations that make the ground beneath him rock solid, thus blocking all earthly witchcraft inflicted by crocodile hunters.

At the end of the day, Maxo the Thunder Axe sat on the scene, screaming in disdain: "Boy, from now on, your attack in the ground will be useless to me. If you still want to fight, come out! If you want to wear it, I'll wear it with you. I don't believe it. Your puppet creature can last so long underground! ”

Until the voice fell, Mark stood up and copied the battle axe back into his hand.

On the ground less than 100 metres from him, the crocodile hunter is slowly floating to the surface, with Grimson's cold eyes staring at him.

“Good boy, you're funny. Let Master Mark teach you how to fight today! ”

Just say it, Mark's body was once again full of blue free arcs, a big axe swinging, howling and rushing up.

“Didn't you always want to see my means? Okay, I'll show you now.” Grimson smiled cold, his hands raised, and he drank heavily: “Come out, my fierce warrior! ”

As he called, the entire site suddenly collapsed and split.