Almost all students in the Star Meteorite class are middle-aged, and their levels are generally lv7-lv9.

Roland lv8, just dealing with this group of people.

The people in the Obsidian class are roughly in lv5-lv7, beta lv6, and it just happened to be.

On the surface, Roland and Beta seem to have a slightly worse level than the elites of these two classes, but in many cases, when the data panel does not reach the crushing level, the outcome of the battle is not purely based on the data of the character panel.

Besides, when it comes to character panel data, the Son of Gold is a little higher.

Although Roland is lv8, if only the attribute panel is concerned, he is a little higher than most lv10 mages.

Beta is a god-born noble, with a comprehensive omnipotent and comprehensive growth value of all professions.

The core expertise of the profession is too extreme, and its main ability is still tending to form a knight order and conduct group combat.

Therefore, his ability in single-player combat is at most excellent and cannot be considered top-notch.

But it is also the type that is not as good as the top and more than the bottom.

It is still more than enough to deal with magicians of the same level or who have no numerical value to crush themselves.

Besides, both of them have experienced quite a lot of battles, which is nothing among players, but for the game NPC, these two people are both gods of killing.

Most of the students in the Red Magic Tower, no matter which class they are in, are academic wizards.

Roland left the classroom and headed straight for the Star Meteorite Class.

Beta turned around and blocked the door of the Obsidian Class.

It was time for get out of class to be over, and many middle-aged magicians came out of the Star Falcon Mine Class.

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

And far behind him, a group of people from the ruby ​​class watched from afar.

Some people followed Beta to the Obsidian class to watch the show.

A group of middle-aged magicians walked out chatting, and they were stunned when they saw Roland standing in the middle of the road.

Because the class is held every five years, they have been here for ten years, so they know all the students in this class or the people in the Obsidian class.

Roland is a new face, wearing a magical robe, and is obviously a student in the new ruby ​​class.

A boy who has just entered school dares to stand in the middle of the road?

After a little stunned, the group of people stopped and looked at each other in surprise.

Finally, a middle-aged man walked straight towards Roland.

In this case, if Roland does not take the initiative to say hello, he must give way according to the unspoken rules of the Red Magic Tower.

But Roland still didn't move.

The middle-aged mage who walked over looked slightly angry. Then he pointed at Roland while walking, and began to recite the spell.

The cold magic condensed at the tips of his fingers, and it was about to launch the ice-type magic, but at this moment, a huge blue fist came towards him, so fast that almost everyone could not react.

He directly punched the magician, flew backwards for more than ten meters, and fell back to the feet of the group of people.

Although the magician was spitting blood in his mouth, at least he was not in danger of life.

In the Star Falcon Mine Class, someone immediately imposed a mild healing magic on the injured mage.

Anger gradually grew among the crowd.

Another pretty middle-aged man walked a few steps ahead. He looked at Roland coldly and asked, "Boy, what do you mean?"

"I heard there is a rule here. As long as you win, you don't have to give way to all seniors, nor do you have to run errands for seniors." Roland said gently: "So let me try it out. After all, I don't like being called by others."

It turned out to be here to challenge.

The students of the Xingshiro Mine Class all felt great anger coming out of their hearts.

As prides of heaven who are about to "graduate", they may be about to enter the master level in three or four years, they were actually provoked by the newcomer of the ruby ​​class who was at least ten years younger than themselves and who had just started school.

Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can’t.

The middle-aged man first put a magic shield on himself, then pointed at Roland before walking and said, "What do you think you are? Take advantage of the surprise attack when Kado is not paying attention, as long as you are prepared..."

Roland did not listen to his nonsense, and then bounced his fingers. The giant blue hand beside him clenched his fists and hit him again. At the same time, three blue mage hands appeared on the left and right of the middle-aged man.

Four giant fists kept pounding the middle-aged mage.

Each punch has nearly four tons of power, and each punch will cause the middle-aged mage's magic shield to ripples.

The middle-aged mage's magic power was consumed at an extremely fast speed, and he couldn't even chant magic. After all, it was not easy to use magic with great loss of magic power.

Three seconds later, the middle-aged mage's magic shield was broken and he was punched back into the crowd.

Four mage hands flew back to Roland.

The middle-aged mage spat blood, looked at Roland in depression, and then fainted.

"Next."

Roland's smile was gentle like the breeze of early spring.

Next, four middle-aged mages came out to send out the "head". After a total of six people were beaten to vomit blood, there were already sixteen mage hands floating around Roland.

These sixteen mages held the "Chenghua" gesture in the hand, and floated behind Roland's head in the style of "Thousand-Handed Guanyin", forming a huge circle.

The momentum is imposing, as if a powerful person is coming.

Looking at the six companions lying on the ground, no one dared to step forward anymore, but someone asked, "There are sixteen mage hands, and it's so huge. What kind of magic are you?"

The normal mage's hand is about the same size as the adult's arm and palm.

"Made your own magic." Roland smiled: "I call this combination of skills 'convincing people with reason'."

A group of middle-aged men, plus a middle-aged woman, had a very ugly expression.

They could see clearly that the hands of these mages were flying very fast, they could attack first before they cast their spells, and the power of each punch was quite amazing.

Even with magic shields, it won't last long.

He was actually blocked by a freshman, and no one could deal with him.

But who is on?

They are all academic wizards, and they are all majoring in magic knowledge, theory, node science, enchantment science, etc.

When it comes to academic matters, they think they are much better than the boy in front of them.

But in terms of combat... they don't have much experience.

Now they finally understood why elder-level mentors said that if a magician wants to truly become a combat mage, he must at least make all magic below level three magic until instantaneously fired.

If the spell cannot be instantly emitted, it will not be able to beat the boy in front of him.

This kid is just a routine from beginning to end, and attacks first, but they just can't crack it.

At this moment, another middle-aged man appeared in the classroom.

Seeing him, the old seniors in the Star Meteorological Mine Class seemed to have seen the backbone.

"Then Czero, you finally can bear to come out."

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

The man nodded to his classmates, then smiled at Roland and said, "It seems that you have some misunderstandings about us."

"There is no misunderstanding, I'm just challenging the rules." Roland smiled and said, "If you want to fight, just fight, don't talk so much nonsense."

Na Czero frowned, then smiled slightly, and said in a persuasive tone: "Young man, it seems that you should have been born in the family of combat mages and are very good at fighting, but you are not a master yet, and... a real academic mage is not something that you fight mages like you. Your method is too single, and it is not difficult to crack. My classmates are just not used to fighting."

Roland sighed: "Who understands these things you say? If you want to fight, just beat them, just give in. If you don't fight, just give in. I don't have so much time to talk to you."

The coldness flashed in Czero's eyes. He took two steps forward and pointed at Roland.

The bright silver lightning chain hit Roland instantly.

Naxelo is the squad leader of the Star Meteor Mine Class. He is very good at energy shaping magic. He is a genius of this faction. Most of the second-level magic can be instantly emitted.

Seeing that the lightning chain hit Roland, and the mage behind Roland had not moved yet, a group of middle-aged people were about to scream happily.

But as soon as they watched, their screams were blocked in their throats.

The Lightning Chain did hit Roland, but he wandered around him.

A layer of seemingly thin magic shield blocked the lightning chain.

Roland smiled at the corner of his mouth, and sixteen mage hands flew towards Naxello at the same time.

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

Then he suddenly appeared behind Roland, and a sound of brushing the ground was heard, and a circle of white ice rings burst out, "setting" Roland in place.

Although the ice is blocked by the magic shield, the shield is temporarily stuck by the thick ice layer.

Roland was "frozen" in place.

Removing the magic shield can unblock the adhesion, but the problem is that it takes time to remove the magic shield, at least five seconds, and removing the magic shield in battle is a very stupid behavior.

Roland looked at the thick ice beside him, feeling speechless.
To be continued...