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The Magicians Association has a martial arts performance venue where members usually practice.

At this time, he temporarily starred in the duel stage.

Marshans and others didn't expect that Wang Wen would really go to the duel. He was idle anyway, and he looked lively happily.

Only Wang Wen in the field knew how rush it was.

So when the best student gritted his teeth and shouted to start and took the lead in rubbing out a fireball and threw it over, Wang Wen twisted his body like lightning and crossed the half, avoiding the fireball and throwing out a stool leg.

"Bang".

The stool leg hits the other person's forehead accurately.

Before Yousheng was crying out in pain, Wang Wen had already come to him and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Look, I won't beat you up today."

Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed forward and raised his wrist and knocked his armpit and locked his waist.

A set of tricky angles and accurate continuous attacks made the best student irritate their breath and numb half of his body. When the middle door opened wide, he was unable to stand steadily and was retracted by Wang Wen. He pulled into his arms and pressed him down with a ruthless and accurate stroke.

The whole audience can hear the needle.

One of the magicians watching was counting one, and they opened their mouths and were stunned.

Wang Wen was afraid of wasting time, so he really beat the person to death with one move.

This is his usual close-killing skill, and so far, no one who has taken the complete set can stand up.

If it weren't for his body now, he would have broken his internal organs.

even so.

The top student was also lying on the ground and dying.

Seeing Wang Wen lifting his legs and thinking about cutting off all grudges, the Youdian was frightened and spitting blood and moving backwards, weakly shouting: "You, the magician duel, how do you hit someone?"

His mentor also reacted at this time and ran to him in panic. Seeing the miserable situation of his beloved disciple, the mentor's blood vessels were about to explode. He looked at Wang Wen with anger and shouted: "Magic battle, why do you use fists and feet? Are you humiliating the Magicians Association??"

Wang Wen spread his hands innocently: "Or what should I use? I just started and don't know how to magic."

The top student who could barely sit up with the help of his mentor spitting blood and shouted stubbornly: "You can't do magic and at least you have mental power! The most basic mental impact will always be! That's more upright than fists and feet!"

"Are you sure?" Wang Wen asked with a strange face: "The mental impact will be a little bit, but, are you sure?"

The top student was about to speak.

The instructor reached out to stop his beloved disciple. He remembered the scene where Wang Wen hugged the stone pillar for three hours. He thought that the other party's mental power might not be simple.

Immediately changed my tone and asked the association staff to carry their beloved disciples out of the field for treatment, and angrily scolded Wang Wen: "You have violated the rules of the competition, and you have lost this duel!"

Looking at the top student who was dying with a pale face and a bloody corner of his mouth, Wang Wen shrugged: "Oh."

He couldn't understand the meaning of winning or losing. It seemed that the "winner" was almost dead, right?

So he asked curiously: "So what? What happens if you lose?"

The instructor snorted coldly: "The loser apologizes. If you encounter us in the future, you will not be able to grab a reward from us."

Wang Wen shook her head amused: "I didn't snatch it from you, didn't they all say that they would give it to you."

The instructor seemed to be planning something and sneered: "It's different now. If you lose the duel, we will have all the rewards, so you can't even think of any of them."

"No one received a reward and insisted on robbing it." Wang Wen's expression faded: "Is this intentional fault with me?"

The instructor looked at him with his eyes slightly lowered his eyes: "You beat my student like this, how can I be his teacher if I don't let him go?"

Wang Wen asked lightly: "Since that's the case, your student just asked me to duel. Now I'll give him a duel. It's only fair for one person to do it."

"You seriously injured him with despicable violations, and he can ignore your duel." The instructor sneered.

"You have the final say?" Wang Wen looked up at the other party with fun: "Then I seem to have to have to fight you, will you pick it up?"

The instructor laughed: "It's just my wish! The association stipulates that high-level magicians cannot actively initiate duels against low-level magicians, but they allow low-level magicians to challenge high-level."

He pulled out a short staff from the belt in his robe and set off his posture: "You beat my beloved disciple so badly. I will at least destroy your hands and legs today, otherwise it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

When Wang Wen heard this, he said to himself with some regret: "It's a pity that I'm not here, otherwise he wouldn't have missed such a good opportunity."

"What did you say?" The instructor waved his short staff and found that he had set up a slight array around him. The air seemed to be slightly distorted.

"Nothing." Wang Wen looked up and said, "Then I attacked? Isn't mental impact considered a violation?"

"Haha." After the instructor finished setting up, he sneered and said, "Don't think that it's so great if you know how to punch or mental power. Today I will let you understand what insurmountable level suppression means! Don't waste time and act quickly. I am a fourth-level magician who is just starting out. You can use whatever you want, and your mental power is fine. See how I break your bones inch by inch!"

Wang Wen nodded.

Closed his eyes.

This time he closed for a while.

After all, the other party is known as a fourth-level magician and sounds very powerful.

Wang Wen doesn't understand the strength rating in this environment.

But the tower climbers are cautious in case they have to do their best.

Just now, he wanted to try the mental master who broke the Meng level, what would happen if he had a full blown attack?

Five seconds later.

The nasal cavity starts to spray blood in advance.

He hurts himself before hurting others, which is also the reason why Wang Wen usually doesn’t like to use mental power.

It looks too classy.

There is no master's style at all.

Ten seconds.

The power is complete.

Mental power is brought to the extreme.

A thick air flow surged out of nowhere, rising layer by layer, causing the lighter dust on the ground to rotate around, like fluttering thin strips, or like dragons with teeth and claws looming.

Such a strange scene not only made the expression of the tutor on the other side become solemn. Due to the rules, I could not attack first, so I had to hold a short staff and set up several layers of protection.

It also allowed all the onlookers around to hold their breath and their heartbeats to accelerate.

Even the staff who carried the top students to the treatment stopped.

The top student who had been weak and whining before also temporarily forgot the pain and stared blankly at the venue with the staff.

Twelve seconds.

In order to seek insurance, Wang Wen had to fight for severe brain pain at the extreme and condensed his mental power for two more seconds.

Don't let it go again.

It's going to explode.

So he opened his eyes.

“…”

“…”

A burst of tinnitus like a dragon's roar.

Everyone present seemed to have fallen into a short period of deafness.

All the sounds in the world are isolated from the outside of the eardrum, and the mind is slightly dizzy, and there is also a little nauseous and want to vomit.

I even felt a little tingling in my brain when I got closer.

Wait until all the symptoms spread.

The sound is slightly restored from light to heavy.

His vision also changed slowly and stably from dizziness.

Everyone only saw a fan-shaped blank of about 60 degrees facing ahead with Wang Wen as the center.

blank..

The cemetery, walls, floors of the martial arts venue, including the person who was originally standing on the floor.

All turned into powder.

Through the hole, you can see the remains of the hill outside.

Originally, the magicians' martial arts venue was backed by a small hill that was not too high.

At this time, only a few scattered stones remained.

This fan-shaped area seemed to be wiped out from the ground by an invisible giant hand.

An aircraft flew over.

Floating above Wang Wen's head.
Chapter completed!