Chapter 534

In the Phoenix Arena, Rennes was suspended in mid-air.

He replaced the Titan Power Armor with the Mithril Light Armor, showing his face, his expression still calm and resolute, holding the Thunder Hammer in his hand, the light on the head of the hammer was beating, and the blood-red cloak behind his back was unfolded, making hunting noises.

His invincible demeanor made him seem to be shrouded in an indescribable light.

People are fascinated by it.

This epic and heroic scene is imprinted in my mind, and I am afraid I will never forget it in my life.

"Wow..."

"Chairman Ren, the invincible hand under the holy soul!"

After a few seconds of silence, the entire arena erupted. Tens of thousands of spectators were so excited that they couldn't help shouting loudly, ecstatically cheering for this young imperial hero. The waves of sound were like a tsunami, and the waves were higher than the waves, as if they were going to overturn the arena.

On the high platform of the ten towers, even the legends of the major floating cities and colleges were in awe of Ren's strength.

Although before this, Renn was known as the invincible opponent under the holy soul, but most legendary wizards sneered. Mark is indeed the pinnacle of the nineteenth-level legend, but he is just a giant deer warrior. What qualifications does he have to compare with a wizard?

Dare to say that the holy soul is invincible after defeating a mark, which is simply a joke.

Until now, Renn has defeated three powerful Nether elders in a row, proved his strength, and confirmed that title, which no one doubts anymore.

Everything that happened today will surely spread throughout the empire and be recorded in the annals of history!

"Rain Augustus!"

"Rain Augustus!"

"Rain Augustus!"

Gradually, the audience shouted out Ren's full name neatly, resounding through the sky, spreading beyond the arena and the academy, and it could be heard even in the city of Blueworth several miles away, which surprised hundreds of thousands of citizens.

Ren stopped in mid-air and spread his hands, with a faint smile on his face, triggering more enthusiastic shouts.

He enjoyed the moment of glory that everyone was watching.

In the pit on the ground, Elder Harawa woke up with severe head pain. He heard countless people calling Ren's name in his ears, and his vision was a little blurred.

When his eyesight recovered, he looked up and saw Rain in the sky.

It was noon at this time, and the sunlight in early autumn was still very strong. Ren in mid-air happened to block the sun, and the light behind him set him off extremely tall. The noise made him a little dazed.

"I'm not dead..."

Halawa's headache eased a little, and he thought to himself, "He's showing mercy."

After the fight just now, he knew very well how terrifying Ren's power was. Even if he had a body of steel, pulsation of the earth, and various protective methods, his head could not withstand Ren's legendary power.

If Renn shot with all his strength, his head would have been hammered off.

Even though he was prepared to sacrifice in advance, Halawa felt a burst of rejoicing in his heart. No one wants to die, and the longer people live, the more they cherish their lives.

He has lived for more than seven hundred years, and he knows how precious life is. Who wouldn't want to live longer?

life……

Halawa whispered to himself, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his eyes were a bit stunned, as if everything could be explained.

"I see."

With a slight movement of his mind, the demonic souls of Goron Beastmaster and Deer Shoujing possessed him, and the aorta moved and took effect. The wound healed quickly, and the heavy injury recovered in a few seconds.

Halawa slowly stood up from the pit, put away the black giant sword that fell not far away, and flew in front of Ren.

The shouts of the audience were muffled.

"Thank you." Halawa raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his head while the sound had not completely subsided, covered his mouth with a wide cuff, and quickly whispered: "I will go back to Nether to investigate secretly, and wait for my news , you don’t have to make any more provocations.”

After speaking, he teleported directly back to the western tower, comforted Nether wizard who was depressed but thankful, and sat down in silence.

The audience couldn't understand why Elder Halava didn't even have a scene to say?

Everyone looked at Ren eagerly, expecting him to continue to challenge, but there was still an Elder Nether on the western tower.

Elder Krsnyder immediately became the focus of the audience.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, is powerful, has a high reputation and status in the floating city, and has seen too many storms in his life, but being stared at by tens of thousands of people, Ren also cast his gaze, making his scalp numb , I shuddered in my heart.

He is a nineteenth-level wizard. He has not yet reached the peak, and his strength is far inferior to that of Elder Harawa, and he is similar to Kuitu and Innola.

Moreover, he is also an ice elementalist, who is good at high-level powerful spells and control, and was completely restrained by Ren.

If you play, you must die.

But if you don't respond to Rennes' challenge, your life will be ruined.

The other three elders have all played, and he is the only one who shrinks back and fights timidly. How will Nether wizards and the people of the empire think of him in the future?

While Knyder was struggling, Ren suddenly flew out of the infield and returned to the eastern tower.

He didn't provoke again!

"ah?"

"Why don't you continue? Nether still has an elder!"

The tens of thousands of spectators were all disappointed. They whispered to each other and discussed with their friends in their seats. Everyone didn't want this once-in-a-century show to come to an end. Some even yelled loudly, hoping that Rennes would play again to issue a challenge.

Only Krsnyder was ecstatic in his heart, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Nather, they are all trash!"

Suddenly, a piercing shout came from the auditorium below, making the faces of Knyder and the Nether wizards freeze.

"Nather, they are all trash..."

I don't know who took the lead, some daring spectators also followed suit. At first, it was only sporadic mixed in the noise, and gradually more and more people followed the yelling, and they became more and more orderly. The effect finally overwhelmed all the voices.

In the end, tens of thousands of spectators shouted in unison: "Nather, they are all trash!"

The Nether wizards were so red-faced that they couldn't even raise their heads.

"Damn! These people think they are all Ren Augustus?" Knyder's face was livid, and he wanted to make a move immediately, and found out that the leading guys were directly killed, but found that tens of thousands of people were shouting. , I don't even know who is making trouble.

He looked at the other two elders.

Innora has just been resurrected, and has not yet shaken off the shadow of death, so she is a little absent-minded.

Elder Halawa remained silent again, as if he didn't hear the insults.

"What should we do?" asked a legendary junior wizard who was leading the team, anxious and angry, already jumping feet after being scolded.

Nether wizards all looked at Elder Knyder. Obviously, everyone had the idea of ​​asking him to fight, but they dared not speak out, because it would be tantamount to asking the elder to die.

Krsnyder hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say that.

"Alas..." some Nether wizards sighed softly.

"quiet!"

A gentle yet majestic voice sounded in everyone's ears, echoed in the arena, and overwhelmed the orderly shouts.

The image in the sky also switches to the northern tower, showing the teachers and students of Blueworth Academy.

Standing at the front is Dean Sabra.

He looked very serious, and continued: "Everyone, please give Nether Floating Void City and Master Ogulev the due respect. The magic duel is over, and no one is allowed to disturb the flow of this exchange competition. Now I announce... ..."

Sabra was still speaking on the stage, and a Transcendent below shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, Dean, respect is earned by one's own strength, not by others..."

"That's it!"

"Let Speaker Ren and Elder Nesser play, we want to watch the magic duel, which is much better than the game!"

"We want to watch the duel!"

Some excited spectators protested loudly, and some even incited the spectators around them to shout together.

"Shut up!"

Sabra yelled, and a burst of magical aura swept across the arena. Tens of thousands of spectators found that they had been hit by the silence spell, and opened their mouths desperately but could not make any sound.

The protesting Transcendents were swept by white light and disappeared instantly.

They were all forcibly teleported out of the arena.

The restless auditorium immediately fell silent, and no one dared to offend Dean Sabra again. His gaze swept across the audience slowly, and many of the audience who had acted too much just now felt like they were on their backs. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look back, trembling in fright.

"This breath..."

Some legends with keen perception were puzzled, and realized that Dean Sabra was different, and it seemed that his strength was beyond the peak of legend.

On the tower to the southwest, Blackstaff suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes full of surprise.

His wife, Laila, was also looking at the high platform where the Blue Academy was located.

"Sabra promoted?"

Blackstaff conveyed the magical message to his wife in his mind, his tone uncertain.

As one of the legendary pinnacles of the empire who are most likely to be promoted to the holy soul, he is no stranger to Sabra, and it can even be said that he is relatively familiar. The two are both the deans of the three major academies in the empire, and they are both at the peak of legend, so there has been a secret rivalry for hundreds of years.

Sabra is a shape-shifting wizard, and a shape-shifting wizard has never produced a holy soul. This is a path that no one has explored before.

Therefore, Blackstaff has always believed that he has a better chance of promotion, at least earlier than Sabra.

But things seem to have changed now.

"It should be promoted. Even if it hasn't, it must not be far away." Laila observed for a few seconds, couldn't help feeling a little envious, and responded in her heart: "The thirteenth holy soul wizard will soon appear in the empire!"

She is also one of the most promising legends in the empire to be promoted to the holy soul. She has gone further than her husband, and is the chosen one of the goddess. She did not expect Sabra to take the lead.

Hasstaff let out a sigh, full of mixed emotions.

Among the legendary wizards on the stands of other towers, a very small number of them noticed Sabra's abnormality, and their expressions became a little strange.

On the eastern tower, Chairman Ronnie looked away from Dean Sabra, turned to Ren, and cast a questioning look.

Ren nodded slightly to confirm.

Speaker Ronnie shook slightly, envious and admiring, and quickly regained his calm and confidence.

Dean Sabra showed some strength and immediately shocked everyone. Then he nodded in satisfaction and said loudly: "Now, the exchange competition has officially started. On the first day of the competition, the beginner group will draw the first one. Wizards of a group of lottery picks, please get ready to play, you have five minutes to prepare, if the timeout is not reached, it will be considered as giving up."

As soon as the voice fell, the name of the wizard who was about to appear was listed on the video screen in the sky.

The rules of each exchange competition are roughly the same.

According to the strength of the participating wizards, they are divided into elementary group, intermediate group and advanced group. The beginner group has the largest number of people, followed by the intermediate group, and the advanced group has the least number.

Draw lots for each group, and randomly divide wizards and warlocks into eight groups.

Then the contestants in the group take turns to fight each other. The winner gets three points, the loser gets zero points, and the tie gets one point. After ten rounds of fighting, the eight people with the highest points will advance to the knockout round.

The knockout round will no longer be divided into groups, and the opponents will be randomly assigned by drawing lots again.

There will be three rounds between two opponents. The first to win two games will be promoted to the next round, and the loser will be eliminated until the final four and the champion of the group are determined.

Three champions will be born in one exchange competition.

Today's first competition is the elementary group competition, because the entry-level group has the largest number of people, with a total of more than a thousand people signing up, so the first three days are all elementary-level competitions, interspersed with some intermediate-level and advanced-level competitions. Group, it takes about ten days before and after to enter the knockout round, and the game will look good.

Following Dean Sabra's order, criss-crossing light curtains fell on the arena, dividing the field into nine pieces as a fighting arena.

For the wizards and warlocks in the junior group, they don't need a lot of space. A ring with an area of ​​780 square meters is more than enough.

At the foot of the infield shield, open four entrances.

Thousands of junior wizards and warlocks came to the stage, gathered under the ring they were in, and looked at each other's opponents.

There is a legendary wizard sitting in each arena to act as a referee while ensuring safety.

Under the maintenance of the teachers and students of Blue Watts Academy and the holy swordsmen, the entire arena was in order, and the young spellcasters quickly entered the arena to fight.

In the arena, one after another spells are coming and going, and the fight is exhilarating.

The scene also looked quite lively.

Some of the more exciting battles were projected onto the images in the sky, allowing the audience to see them more clearly.

However, after watching the three magic duels between the legendary pinnacles, it felt like a child's play when these spellcasters with the highest level three played against each other. A novice spellcaster can only master first-level and second-level spells. After a long time of casting spells, he only throws an ice spear or a hypnotism, which is very disappointing.

There is no gap without comparison.

Thinking of the three previous battles, that scene, that momentum, that spell confrontation, that force collision, the audience was immediately bored.

Many spectators were absent-minded, yawning non-stop, and some even left early.

The time of the legends is precious, and the battles of these novice spellcasters are not eye-catching at all. On the tower, except for the legend who leads the team, everyone else left early after watching it for a while.

The four Nether elders teleported and disappeared one after another, leaving behind two legendary primary caretakers.

Seeing this, Ren got up and greeted Speaker Ronnie, opened a random door and walked in. As soon as he left, more spectators couldn't sit still, and soon a large number of people left the venue. They were eager to go back, showing off to their family and friends the legendary story they witnessed today.