Mages Are Too OP

The students in the meteorite class, almost middle-aged, are generally of LV7-LV9 rank.

Roland LV8, take care of these guys just fine.

The Obsidian class is about LV5-LV7, Beta LV6, just right.

On the bright side, both Roland and Beta appear to be slightly worse off than the elites in both shifts, but in many cases, battle wins and losses are not simply viewed by the people's panel data without the data panel being crushed.

Besides, the Golden Son has to be taller than the person panel data.

While Roland is LV8, he is a little higher than most LV10 magicians when it comes to property panels only.

Beta is an aristocrat of Divine descent, all-powerful, all-asset numerical combined growth value highest in all professions.

It is that the core professional expertise is too extreme, and the main competencies are still inclined to form knights and engage in group warfare.

So his abilities in solo combat, at best, are just excellent and not top notch.

But it's also the kind of thing that's not good enough, that's surplus.

There is still more than enough to deal with the same level, or to crush one's magician without a numerical value.

Besides, both of them have been through quite a few fights and are nothing among the players, but for the game NPC, both of them are god killers.

And the vast majority of the students in the Red Magic Tower, regardless of class, are college magicians.

Roland left the classroom and headed straight for the meteorite class.

Betta turned around and blocked Obsidian Ben's door.

At the end of the class, many middle-aged magicians emerged from the meteorite class.

Roland stood in the middle of a road not far from the door.

Behind him, a group of rubies watched from afar.

And some of them followed Betta to Obsidian class to see the play.

A group of middle-aged magicians came out chatting and saw that Roland was stunned in the middle of the road.

Because they start classes every five years, and they've been here for 10 years, they all know each other, whether they're classmates or obsidian classmates.

And Roland is a new face, wearing a magic robe, obviously a new ruby class student.

A kid who just got into school, how dare you get in the way?

After a slight glimpse, a group of people stopped and looked at each other with some surprise.

Finally, a middle-aged man came straight to Roland.

In this case, if Roland doesn't take the initiative to say hello, he has to make way, according to the Red Magic Tower's diving rules.

But Roland still hasn't moved.

The middle-aged magician walked in, slightly angry, and then he walked, reaching for Roland, and started chanting the spell.

The cold magic curled at his fingertips, and the ice magic was emitted from his eyes, but at this point, a giant blue fist came face to face, fast enough for almost everyone to react.

One punch directly bombed the magician, backflied a dozen meters, and fell back to the feet of the group.

Although the wizard spits blood in his mouth, at least it is not life-threatening.

In the Meteorological class, this injured magician was immediately subjected to mild healing magic.

Anger is growing in the crowd.

Another really nice middle-aged man walked a few steps, and he looked cold at Roland and and said, "What do you mean, boy? ”

“I hear there's a rule here that if you win, you don't have to make way for the seniors, you don't have to run errands for the seniors.” Roland said gently, "So I'm going to try. After all, I don't like being summoned. ”

Turns out it's a challenge.

The students in the Meteorological class felt great anger coming out of their hearts.

As "graduates", they may be proud to enter the master level in three or four years. They are provoked by the young themselves at least ten years old and by the newcomers to the ruby class who have just begun school.

Uncle can tolerate, aunt can't tolerate.

The middle-aged man put a magic shield on himself first, then pointed at Roland as he walked, "What do you think you are, while Cardo doesn't pay attention to the attack, just get ready...”

Roland didn't listen to his bullshit, bounced his fingers again, and the blue giant hand next to him shook his fist, while three blue magician's hands appeared on the middle-aged man's left and right.

Four giant fists kept pounding this middle-aged magician.

Each punch has nearly four tons of power, and each punch makes the magic shield of a middle-aged magician ripple.

The magic of a middle-aged magician is consumed at an extremely rapid rate. He can't even sing magic. After all, using magic with a huge loss of magic is not an easy thing.

Three seconds later, the magic shield of the middle-aged magician was broken and punched back into the crowd.

The hands of the four magicians flew back to Roland.

The middle-aged magician vomited his blood, glanced at Roland depressingly, and passed out.

“Next. ”

Roland's smile gently resembles the breeze of early spring.

Next, four middle-aged magicians came out to send 'heads', and after six people had been beaten to death, Roland's hand was already floating with 16 magicians.

These sixteen magicians hold a 'flower' gesture, suspended behind Roland's head in a 'thousand hands' style, forming a huge circle.

The momentum is compelling, as if it were coming.

Looking at the six companions lying on the ground, no one dared go forward, but someone said, “The hands of sixteen magicians, and they're so huge, what kind of magic are you? ”

A normal magician's hand, the size of an adult's arm palm,

“Own magic.” Roland laughs: “I call this combination ‘to persuade people’. ”

A bunch of middle-aged men, plus a middle-aged woman, look pretty ugly.

They can see that the hands of these magicians fly very fast, can attack before they do, and the power of each punch is quite astonishing.

Even with a magic shield, it won't last long.

A freshman blocked the doors of the classroom, and no one could handle him.

But who does?

They are college magicians, all majoring in magic, theory, and nodeology, magic, etc.

Academically, they think they're much better than the kid in front of them.

But in combat… they don't have much experience.

Now they finally understand why the elders' mentors say that if a magician is to truly become a battle magician, at least all magic below the third level must be instantaneous.

If you can't do the spell instantly, you can't beat the kid in front of you.

The kid was a setup from start to finish, preemptive attack, but they just couldn't crack it.

That's when another middle-aged man came out of the classroom.

Seeing him, the elders of the meteorite class seemed to see the main bone.

“That Xero, you finally got over it. ”

This middle-aged man is not very handsome, but when he comes out, his expression is quite steady and calm, even giving people a feeling like spring breeze.

The man nodded to his classmates and smiled back at Roland: "You seem to have misunderstood us. ”

“No misunderstanding, just challenging the rules.” Roland smiled, “If you want to fight, don't give me that crap. ”

Then Xero frowned and smiled softly. He said in a tone of persuasion: “Young man, it seems that you should have been born into a battle magician, very good at fighting, but you are not yet a master, and... a true scholarly magician, the upper limit is not reached by a battle magician like you, you are too single, it is not difficult to decipher, my classmates are just not used to fighting. ”

Roland sighed: "Who do you think understands this? Hit or lose. I don't have that much time to talk to you. ”

The chill flashed in Xero's eyes, and he took the first two steps, reaching out to Roland with one finger.

The bright silver lightning chain struck Roland instantly.

That Xero is the class leader of the Meteorological Class, very good at plastic magic. He is a genius of this faction, most secondary magic, and he can already flash.

The lightning chain hit Roland, and the magician's hand behind Roland was still motionless, and a group of middle-aged people were trying to scream happily.

But just for a moment, their screams were stuck in their throats.

The lightning chain did hit Roland, but wandered around him.

A seemingly thin magic shield blocks off the lightning chain.

Roland smiled at the corner of his mouth and the hands of the sixteen magicians flew towards Naxero simultaneously.

Just as he was about to hit that Xero, the man suddenly disappeared.

He then suddenly appeared behind Roland, brushing the floor and sounding, a circle of white ice gushed out and 'fixed' Roland in place.

While the cold ice is blocked by magic shields, the shields are temporarily adhered to by thick ice sheets.

Roland was kind of frozen in place.

Unlocking the Magic Shield will release the adhesion, but the problem is that it takes time, at least five seconds, to unlock the Magic Shield in battle is a stupid thing to do.

Roland looked at the thick ice around him, a little speechless.

Momentary shifting with ice rings is one of his favorite routines. I didn't expect it to happen this time.

After freezing Roland, that Xero was another instant shift, appearing 30 meters away, his voice came from afar: “I just found that your magician's hand limit distance is 25 meters, in this position I am safe, you can't move, as long as I use Level 3 or higher spells, even if I need time to sing, you can't escape, you lose...”

Roland laughed and bounced his fingers, and all of a sudden he appeared next to that Xero, less than three meters apart.

At the same time, Roland exudes his spiritual power, interfering with the magical elements around him… temporarily leaving Naxero unable to use transients, of course not himself.

But the problem is, Roland's got 16 wizards around him.

Looking at the blue face of that Xero, Roland laughed: "What a coincidence, I'll be moving too. ”

Then, sixteen magicians' fingers point at the enemy, taking turns to punch quickly.

Every punch had a shadow, a noise, and even a sight illusion of a heavy boxing screen.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Less than a second later, the magic shield of Xero was declared broken.

Fly backwards a dozen meters away.

Roland then moved back to the middle of the road in front of the classroom, staring at a bunch of stunned middle-aged people, and slowly said: "Next! ”