Magical Strategist

Zhengyin Dou Qi defeats Deep Blue Dou Qi?

Everyone present was shocked by this ending. Rather than being frightened, I was shocked by the perfect thunder. The forbidden magic developed by the Soul Eaters is one of the most dangerous magics in the world. Even a genius magician must carefully consider whether to practice. How could that little silver grudge boy do it?

Even Chief Instructor Baggio was impressed. "This kid actually knows how to do this? It's getting more and more interesting." He said to himself.

The true dragon's robe had been blown to pieces, and his upper body was exposed. The figure may seem thin, but it is not. His two bulging chest muscles and eight-pack abdominal muscles are clearly visible. The body was wet with sweat, making the chiseled body look wild. The deep scars on his body tell people invisibly that he is not a coward, not a pretty boy, not a weakling, but an upright man!

"Master, my apprentice didn't embarrass you, right?" The real dragon trotted to Baggio and said with a smile.

"How can you say it's not embarrassing to be beaten in such a mess?" Baggio curled his lips and said disdainfully. Having said that, I was actually quite shocked by the apprentice's performance. Especially when I saw the perfect thunder, I was so excited that I almost shouted out loud: You are worthy of being my apprentice. I really saw you right!

Since there is no praise from Baggio, you should be able to find a word or two of comfort from Haitang, right? The real dragon smiled and said to Haitang: "Senior nephew Haitang, my uncle didn't embarrass you, did he?"

"Tch!" Haitang also looked disdainful and turned around and left indifferently.

Little did he know that her palms were deeply imprinted with a row of nail marks...

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When... when... when... when...

The school bell rang.

Haqi, who was in a coma, was carried away by three or five students in a hurry...

Zhenlong followed Baggio to the special training ground.

"Master, what spell are you going to teach me today?" The real dragon rubbed his hands and asked curiously. Although the fight just now had consumed too much energy, he seemed to be fine. Baggio was surprised by this kid's amazing resilience.

"Are you anxious?" Baggio asked.

"Yes! I want to learn a few magic tricks from you that are as awesome as Perfect Thunder." There was a look of desire in his eyes.

"With your little knowledge?" Baggio rolled his eyes at Zhenlong and said, "Do you know what your problem is?"

"I know, I have many problems. I don't study well, I'm not good at getting along with my classmates, I don't respect the old and care for the young, I'm not considerate, I don't understand others... I don't know which aspect you are referring to?" Zhenlong was careless. said.

"Fuck!" Baggio burst out without saying a word. He said harshly: "Do you still dare to show off in front of me?"

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..." Zhenlong covered his head and begged for mercy.

"Let's get down to business. Your performance just now can only be described as "poor". Let's not talk about the lucky win in the end. I will only talk about the obvious problems: First, the fighting spirit is too weak. Even Lan Dou Qi can bring pressure to you; secondly, if you don't have enough mana, do you know how powerful the real perfect thunder is? It can be enough to destroy the entire fire area or even the entire Minghuo Peak! In comparison, what about you? Second Third, the combat methods are a mess. Each magician has his own combat method, such as quick combat, attack, consumption, and calmness. But I don’t see which one you belong to. So I don’t solve these fundamentals. Question, how can I teach you magic?" Baggio said.

"In the final analysis, I am still too weak. Since the master still doesn't want to teach me the magic, what should I do?" Zhenlong asked.

"I have already made a training plan for you this month. You just need to follow it and you will definitely make a major breakthrough in a short time." Baggio said.

"What's the plan?"

"In the next fifteen days, your main purpose is to increase your fighting spirit and mana, and then upgrade your fighting spirit to blue." Baggio said.

"What to do?"

"Didn't I teach you the Flowing Blade Fire Rain yesterday? This technique is not an ordinary fire magic. It is one of the few universal spells that can be used for both attack and practice..."

"After all, it's not just the rain of fire that lasted all afternoon like yesterday." The real dragon said with understanding.

"It's good to know. Although it will be boring, as long as you get through it, you will definitely gain something different." Baggio said.

"Don't worry, Master. As long as I can become stronger, I will survive even fifteen years, let alone fifteen days." The real dragon said confidently.

"Stop talking nonsense in front of me. Let me tell you, the five-year-old Bordeaux Competition will start in half a year..."

"What? What competition are you talking about? Does it mean that if you win first place, you can erect a statue?" Zhenlong interrupted.

"That's right. Why, are you tempted?" Baggio asked.

"Of course, I dream of being like Piro, having my own statue standing in the Bordeaux Hall of Fame, and being admired and admired by future generations." The real dragon said with a smile.

"Just you? Thank God for not embarrassing me." Baggio said calmly. Bodor is such a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, how can it tolerate your kid's whims?

Knowing that the Bodor Competition would begin soon, the real dragon was inevitably a little excited. Not to mention anything else, just having a place in the Hall of Fame is enough to make people salivate. Coupled with other generous rewards, how many students from Bordeaux can not be tempted by it?

Being able to win the championship is not only a powerful testimony, but also a supreme honor. What kind of scenery do you see from the top of Bordeaux?

Real Dragon wants to try this feeling.

This afternoon, Zhenlong worked hard and practiced even harder. He used 200% or even 300% of his strength, which was enough to hold Huoyu from afternoon until the sun went down.

Finally, he fell to the ground softly...

There was a slight improvement compared to yesterday, at least I could barely stand after surviving an afternoon.

After staying up all afternoon, I was so hungry that I immediately ran to the cafeteria for dinner.

"Good evening, instructor!"

"Hello sister Kelly!"

"Thank you for your hard work, beauty!"

I saw Kelly, the elegant female instructor with neat bangs, oval face, and big eyes, also coming to dine. The combination of her black skirt and white shirt and the pair of large shining white earrings on her ears raised her temperament to a higher level.

Kelly finished her food and sat next to the real dragon. I don’t know whether she sat in this seat intentionally or accidentally.

A faint fragrance floats into the nostrils...

"Are you having dinner so late??" Kelly asked with a smile.

"Yes, training just ended. Instructor Kaili, what do you want from me?" Zhenlong asked again.

"It's okay, hehehe..." Kelly smiled, her long eyelashes opening and closing, her crescent-shaped almond eyes instantly moving. She looked at the real dragon carefully, his messy hair, a few traces of dried blood on his face, and whether his upper body clothes were in tatters.

"What's wrong? Did Mr. Huo mistreat you?" Kelly asked again.

"No, no, I was competing with my classmates about magic this afternoon. I might have been too involved..." the real dragon replied.

"That's it... In half a year, the Bodor Competition will begin. The chief instructor has great hopes for you. So you have to practice hard and strive to win the championship. In this case, even I can win. There's some light." Kelly said with a smile.

"I will!" Zhenlong said with eyes shining.