Chapter 207： Genius and mediocrity

Faced with Arthur's breathtaking jump, Mike did not hurriedly stretched out his wand and pointed it at the ground diagonally below him. He finished chanting the flame curse in less than a second.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson red ball shot out from the tip of the stick, and fell on the ground with a violent explosion, and a large burst of flames and smoke rose into the sky.

At this time Arthur's heavy split had arrived.

I saw Arthur holding up the long sword that was shining with red light, got into the flames from top to bottom, and collided with the shock wave and high temperature of the fireball explosion.

But under the protection of that layer of shield, Arthur continued to slash at Mike's original position with a fierce sword like a okay person.

Arthur’s attack was extremely powerful, and the red glow seemed to have some extraordinary power. The moment it fell to the ground, the red glow exploded fiercely, shaking the stone floor around the sword body into gravel. .

However, Arthur, who succeeded in the fire, frowned.

The sword he just cut was cut into nothing!

At this time, Mike, who was squatting on the ground not far away, was slowly standing up, spreading his magical perception ability to observe the scene in the smoke.

In front of him, there was a semi-transparent shield that was almost broken.

As Mike stood up, the cracked shield seemed to have reached its limit, turning into pieces and dissipating in the air.

Mike, who saw the scene in the smoke through his magical perception ability, licked his lips. The power of Arthur's sword just exceeded his expectation. If he was hit directly, he would be very bad luck.

Fortunately, I just made a response strategy in the first place.

Use a low-powered flame spell to blow yourself up.

Due to the existence of the armor curse automatically triggered by the duel champion badge, Mike not only relied on the shock wave of the explosion to escape, but was also unharmed.

"Cut, good luck!" Vesemir, who was watching the battle, curled his lips and said, "He can still use the beheading of Arthur like that just now countless times, and your genius student will lose!"

Facing Vesemir's ridicule, Professor Flivy surprisingly did not reply, but looked nervously at the two people on the court.

Judging from the current situation, it is difficult for Mike to win.

Although the opponent uses melee weapons, their physical fitness far exceeds the limit of the human body. At the distance of 50 meters, he unexpectedly rushed to Mike's side within a few seconds. Wizards have always been crispy. As a long-range crispy skin, he can be approached by melee swordsmen at will, so the result is self-evident.

But at the moment Mike on the training ground doesn't think so.

He just relied on his own duel champion badge protection, so he was testing the opponent's abilities.

And now that Mike has a certain understanding of Arthur's attack methods and abilities, then it is his turn to fight back next.

I saw Mike swinging his wand while Arthur's sight was slightly blocked before the smoke dissipated, and a crimson spell was suddenly thrown out and plunged straight into the dense smoke.

That’s not to say, Mike still didn’t stop casting the spell after throwing out the spell. After brewing for a while, a deep purple fireball the size of a fingernail also came out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. The thick smoke plunged in the other corner.

After doing all of this, Mike stepped on his feet and quickly backed away. In the process of running, he put on two layers of armor protection again, and then turned his head to look at the smoke.

Compared with Mike, Arthur is much more uncomfortable at this moment.

The eyes of his golden snake pupils indeed have the effect of breaking, and his vision is much better than ordinary people. But this does not mean that he can see through, the dense black smoke around still affects his vision.

This also resulted in him not discovering Mike's attack the first time.

And when he found out, the crimson curse had appeared in front of him.

At such a close distance, no matter how abnormal his physical fitness is, he can't completely dodge it. He can only adjust his stance slightly, twist his body to avoid the vital points, because he is not sure that the Quinn shield on his body can still You can't play this curse now, after all, it has eaten too many skills since its release.

In fact, his conjecture is completely correct.

Because this crimson wand of Mike is not a normal attack spell, but a combined spell of two smashing spells together.

Although this combination method is very simple, let alone one plus one equals three, equal to two is already very good. But this is Mike's smashing spell. With Mike's current level of magic power and spellcasting skills, a single smashing spell can easily smash the boulders, let alone a two-in-one version.

The moment Hongmang made contact with the shield, he broke a small hole in the shield, hitting Arthur's shoulder straight, and directly causing a profoundly horrible wound on his left shoulder.

And this is still under the circumstance that Arthur's skin has a very strong magic resistance to this kind of pure magic spell, if it is an ordinary person, even half of it will be blown up.

Arthur cried out in pain, and the long sword in his hand nearly let go.

But before he could react more, Mike's hidden real ultimate move arrived.

A tiny fireball flew strangely in the air, drawing a beautiful arc and hitting Arthur's back.

In an instant, a large number of flames that were not commensurate with his body erupted from that miniature fireball, directly enveloping Arthur's round shield.

And these flames are different from ordinary flames.

Under the control of Mike's mental power, these flames crazily penetrated into the breach created by the previous smashing curse, trying to directly attack Arthur in the shield.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and Arthur’s attention was focused on the Smashing Curse that hit the front, and he didn’t even pay attention to the small fireballs behind him, so the whole body was wrapped in flames in an instant. It was strict.

At this moment, the original shield that protects Arthur from attack has become his tomb. The temperature of the flame inside is wrapped in the circular shield, and this shield is to ensure that the user will not be suffocated. So they will not cut off the air.

As a result, the flame in the shield became more and more vigorous, and the temperature became higher and higher.

"what!"

Suddenly, Arthur, who was hit hard by such a heavy injury, instinctively screamed, which shocked Vesemir who was still mocking Flivy.

You must know that Arthur is a child with a strong personality. He has never seen Arthur scream in pain before even harder and harder training, and he has never shed a tear even if he is injured harder.

Now, he actually made such a scream!

Vesemir, who was secretly unfavorable, grabbed the short Fliviy next to him and shouted loudly: "No comparison! No comparison! You won! The game is over! Arthur must be an accident! You must save him!"

However, Flivy, who was caught by the collar, did not move at all, but stared directly at the faintly visible flames in the dense smoke.

Seeing this, Vesemir gritted his teeth and took out his wand. Although he was unable to release any too strong magic due to his previous injuries, he had to rescue Arthur even if he tried his best.

‘Arthur is a good boy, he cannot die here! Can't die here because of my poor selfishness! ’

Thinking like this, Vesemir stretched out his wand and pointed it at the dense smoke.

"Hold on."

I don't know when the wand has appeared in Professor Flivy's hand, and he flicked it lightly and threw a disarming spell that knocked the wand in Wesermir's hand into the air.

"What do you mean!" Vesemir looked at Flivy blankly, his eyes burning with terrible anger. But as if suddenly thinking of something, Vesemir's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Flivy in a pleading tone: "I beg you, save Arthur!

I admit you won! I am a waste, I am a maggot who wastes food! So... Go and save people! "

Professor Flitwick just wanted to say something, but suddenly a faint but clear voice came from the thick smoke in the training ground.

"I'm fine, teacher."

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the scorched but pitted ground inside, and the burnt inhuman Arthur standing in the scorched earth.

"Don't be so humble, I respect you, I am the child you picked up and brought up with one hand. In my opinion, you are more like my father." Arthur whispered and whispered, "I am just one Ordinary people don’t have any outstanding talents. But you did not despise me, and you took me by your side to teach me swordsmanship and give me strength."

Speaking of this, Arthur coughed violently, and large stocks of thick jet-black mucus spewed out from his mouth until the last cough was not mucus, but bright red blood, which was shocking to see.

At this moment, almost all of Arthur's skin was severely burned, especially his right hand holding the silver sword. The metal hilt had melted into his palm.

And his left arm is also uncomfortable. Mike’s previous smashing spell almost interrupted his entire arm. Now that he is burned by flames, the blood no longer remains, but the exposed bones have also been burned. Coke.

Arthur, who had been coughing for a long time, finally felt better, and saw him dragging the burnt red silver sword step by step towards the distant Mike. The long sword body was dragged on the slate floor and slid. A harsh rubbing sound.

In this shocking scene, Arthur spoke again: "So! I will definitely realize your ideal! Prove to the world! This world is fair! As long as you work hard, mediocrities can surpass geniuses!"

After that, Arthur swiftly speeded up his pace, and a speedier rushed towards Mike.

The scorched wound on his body was constantly cracking open due to too much movement, revealing the flesh and blood inside. A large stream of blood spewed out, leaving a scary bloodstain along the way as he charged.

Vesemir on the side had already collapsed on the ground, crying.

Mike, who was still on the training ground, sneered.

Can the hardworking mediocrity defeat the genius?

What if you are a genius who works hard, even harder than you?

Mike raised his wand and pointed it at Arthur who was charging at him.

He used his magical perception to see the situation in the smoke clearly before. He could have killed Arthur again as soon as Arthur was burned by the flames.

But he didn't do it because it was just a competition.

But now Arthur is so obsessed, he doesn't look back at the south wall. Then Mike doesn't need to keep his hands.

I saw a purple fireball quietly appearing on the tip of Mike's rod, and it expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the fireball expands, the temperature in this closed training ground is slowly increasing. This caused Vesemir to stop crying and shook Flivy on the side, begging him to save Arthur.

With Arthur's current physical state, he couldn't avoid the fireball at all, and being hit by that terrifying fireball would have only one consequence: death!

"Some people were born in the quagmire but yearn for one day to reach the legendary capital of civilization, Rome, but some people were born directly in Rome! Therefore, there is no such thing as fairness in this world." Mike held his wand slowly. Said, and the huge fireball on the tip of his staff had already charged up, "Fit, you are just a useless dying struggle!"

"Give up? That means confession to me. UU read and I will never succumb to the fate of that shit!"

The **** Arthur shouted out his motto, not only did not slow down, but even faster.

Mike didn't hesitate anymore, shook his head and shot a fireball.

The purple fireball the size of the bathtub, carrying the sound of breaking wind, smashed towards Arthur in the charge at an alarming speed.

Fliviy's pupils shrank, and he grabbed Vesemir, who was ashen ashes, and shouted at the same time: "Lolo!"

As soon as the voice fell, the little house elf Lolo appeared on Arthur's shoulder and hugged Arthur's **** head.

"Change shadow and shape!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of finger snaps coincided with the sound of the spell, and the elves raised by a family released the shadow-shifting spell almost at the same time, bringing Arthur and his apprentice out of the training room.

In the next instant, the huge purple fireball slammed into the ground.

A weird scene happened. The fireball that was in close contact with the ground did not explode immediately. Instead, it suddenly expanded by three points, and then quickly collapsed into a small black dot. A dazzling white light flashed from the origin, and finally burst out. The amazing heat and air waves.

The entire training room was trembling violently, the anti-magic slabs on the ceiling kept falling down, and some even hit the microphone below, but were blocked by the armor curse.

Mike, protected by the armor curse, was not afraid of these aftermaths. The heat from the explosion slapped him from a long distance, but could not hurt him at all. He could only hunt and hunt the wizard robe on his body. At the same time, he also blew up his somewhat long blond hair.

Looking at the nearly collapsed training room, Mike turned around and left without taking care of the flames still raging not far away.

He also took the door shut.