Versatile Mage

Several teachers stared into their eyes, and Teacher White Eyebrow said: “He has a whole three faculties to practice. The Thunder and Fire faculties are already high enough. If even the Summoning faculty has reached the intermediate level, then this guy's training speed is too scary. ”

In the end, Movan did not perform mid-level summoning magic, which greatly relieved all teachers.

Almost scared the shit out of this guy without a contract beast.

Movan's summons has actually reached the intermediate level, and he's already very skilled at drawing the stars of the summons system, and the problem is that he doesn't have enough money to buy a proper Deed Beast.

More than 40 million dollars in contract beasts have built up strength to reach the rank of Sirius Wolf, and it doesn't make much sense to buy less strength than Sirius' baby pet.

Zhao Ji freaked out a cold sweat on the field.

Until he found out that Movan did not have a covenant beast, he couldn't help laughing. This challenge was well known to the whole school, and if he were to put an end to this big demon head by himself, it would be a big boost to his reputation, and he would pay more attention to himself if he wanted to come to the family.

Zhao Ji knew that Mofan had not had much fighting power, he did not give Mofan too much breathing opportunities, and the intermediate magic of the fire system had burned hot on his right fist.

Before the intermediate magic was ignited, an arcuate shield appeared around him, and the golden light formed a 360-degree blessing that protected him perfectly.

Even though Mofan's initial magic is powerful, it cannot blow up Zhao Ji's optical defense system. Plus, Zhao Ji uses spiritual light species, and his defense capabilities are much stronger.

Movan most hates encountering a master of fire and earth, and likewise, the light system known for its defensive abilities is Movan's least favorite encounter, and the magic of the light system can even perfectly restrain its shadow power.

“Qianjun - Thunder - Night Fork! ”

Mofan directly used his mid-level abilities, pointing his fingers obliquely at the night sky, a purple-black thundercloud quickly appeared above Zhao Ji, and as Mofan's fingertips flashed, a rugged purple-black thunderbolt burst into the ground.

When the lightning struck halfway, it split into countless fork-shaped lightnings, like a black claw tearing the space apart, and the space was trembling because of that power.

The power of the Thunder - Night Fork is astonishing, it can be considered the most powerful magic except the Fist - Nine Palaces, but this cunning Zhao Ji seems to have deliberately lured Movan to use the magical intermediate magic. When he saw the Thunder appear, he extinguished all the flames on his right fist and quickly painted the magic of the light system.

“Kwang-woo - paint the wall! ”

A golden ray of light quickly weaved over Zhao Ji, turning into a golden suspended light wall with an arc.

The power of the thunderbolt landed on this wall of holy light, but it seemed absorbed, and the group roar, which was enough to cause enormous devastating effects, was silently dissolved.

Purple and black thunderstorms were continuously broken down into countless filaments spread over the entire great light blessing - the painting walls, and gradually, these filamentous thunderstorms began to disappear, eventually dissolving them all.

“Want a drum to kill me? How much energy do you have left to fight me after this kind of intermediate magic?” Zhao Jiyin smiled dangerously.

Movan did not care about Zhao Ji's provocation, he stood still and looked like the lamp had run out of oil.

“It's time to pay for your insanity.” Zhao Ji's right fist rekindled the flame.

The rings of flame spread across all sides converged on Zhao Ji's wrist as he drew the stars, and the energy on his wrist was about to erupt.

“Fist - Dixie!” Zhao Ji is also a strong man with a spiritual flame. His Fist - Disha's power and Li Yujie belong to the same rank.

The red flame illuminated the arena, and Movan had to use a meddling shield and keep falling back, trying to avoid the fiercest punch - the most central terror force.

Though the shield withstood most of his strength, the burning Devil's petal struck Movan, whose beloved top was quickly burned to ashes, revealing his burned chest.

The flames were all over Movan's body, and if he was not comfortable, he would have had the resistance to the flames himself, and his body would have been burned to the ground.

What can stop the diverting shield is the enormous amount of energy that can burn the human body to ashes. Zhao Ji's spiritual flame has a strong burning effect but cannot resist it.

Movan was injured, and the flame grinned him straight, showing clear signs of burns in several places.

Zhao Ji saw that he had been wounded by himself and smiled on his face, feeling that he was close to victory.

His light bless - the painting wall has disappeared, and in this case, all he has to do is punch Morvan in the face and the battle is over.

The Devil's Flower also left an eye-catching flame burning in the racetrack, Movan standing in this flame red with a distant shield, and the fire reflected a strange smile on his face.

All of a sudden, a spike like a spear flies out of the center of the shield without a sign!!

This is the counter-attack effect of the meddling shield, meddling counter-attack!

It passed through that burning demon flower, and the blinking kung fu had appeared in front of Zhao Ji with some pride.

The meddling rebellion was like a cold sword that broke through the dark night, severely broke through this flaming red area, and Zhao Ji, still proud, didn't even notice, until the cold that could penetrate everything had attacked, he could not yell well.

“Rock barrier!” In the referee's seat, a brown element appeared in the hands of the extremely reactive Wei Rong teacher.

Almost no one saw him draw a star map, and a rocky barrier appeared in front of Zhao Ji.

“!!! ”

The detachment pierced the rock defense, and the tip nearly stabbed Zhao Ji's face door.

Zhao Ji Lenghan emerged wildly, his body was stiff there, some incredible looking at the rock protection in front of him, and some frightened looking almost killed him in the meddling rebellion.

“Zhao Ji, if you face the demon, you are dead. You lost, come down.” Wei Rong snorted.

Zhao Ji looked disillusioned. How could he not have thought that Movan, who was no longer capable of fighting, would die like a poison scorpion? Because of a little slack, he lost this crucial challenge.

He raised his head and saw that there were obvious burns on Movan, forcing up a little dignity after defeat: “Enough is enough to hurt him. ”