Divine Flame Crystal

Xingluo's words did not seem to have any effect. After all, the person opposite him was a great magician, and he was only a high-level magician. As the people of Prontera who came to watch the game took their seats one after another, the Pope slowly stood up and looked around. Wherever his eyes swept, the people there instantly quieted down, and a fanatical look appeared on their faces.

The Pope nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with everyone's expressions, and announced the start of the game with a smile. His voice was not very loud, but it seemed to be remembered in people's hearts. Xingluo was no exception, but he did not show a fanatical expression, but lowered his head with some vigilance, secretly exclaiming: "This old man is so powerful that even his mental power that has reached the level of a great magician almost fell."

"He doesn't believe in any God of Light. For him, only by believing in himself and working hard to improve himself can he feel more secure on this continent, rather than relying on a god he has never even seen."

Xingluo was just thinking about this in his mind, otherwise he would probably be thrown to the Inquisition by the Pope for a good "reformation". You know, even if you don't believe in the God of Light, no one would blaspheme the gods like Xingluo, a guy from another world. After all, they are the almighty gods, and everyone has some respect for them in their hearts, or it would be more appropriate to say fear.

Xingluo saw that the time was almost up, so he lazily stood up from the chair, looked around, and said, "Don't worry, I am most afraid of death, don't worry."

Xingluo's words seemed to finally remind everyone of something, and the students' expressions gradually relaxed. Pandora muttered, "You coward, get out of here."

Vice Dean Orton looked at Xingluo without saying anything, but thought silently in his heart: "Come on, brat. If something happens, I will save your life even if I have to rush up and interrupt the game!"

Xingluo smiled slightly and turned away. Beier came to the ring first, feeling the cheers of the audience, as if he had already won the game. He thought to himself, "Fatty, I will beat you up so badly that you will beg for mercy on your knees!"

Xingluo walked onto the stage in a stained robe. When the audience saw Xingluo dressed like this, their cheers quieted down a lot, and they cursed in surprise, "How could this fat guy treat the competition like this?"

“That’s right, he looked okay before, although a little fat, but his strength is there after all. Why does he care so little about his image now?” Many girls who had previously ignored Xingluo’s weight because of his strength cursed.

Xingluo never cared about these discussions. He just walked to the stage silently, looked at Bei Er with a squint and said, "You are the defeated opponent, why don't you admit defeat quickly!"

Bell was already a little emotional, and this sentence was like lighting a powder keg, making him, who was always as cold as ice, burst into angry flames, and said word by word: "I will make you die miserably!"

After hearing this, Xingluo looked at Bell with disdain, and then wiped the juice off his mouth with his hand. Bell saw this scene, his face twisted a little, and then turned to look at the referee and said: "The game can begin now."

Seeing that both sides were ready, the city lord Fernando announced the start of the game, and then the audience burst into even more enthusiastic cheers and shouts.

Bell took the lead in launching the attack. A large number of ice cones were formed in an instant and arrived in an instant. Xingluo was blocked from all directions. An evil smile appeared on Bell's lips.

Xingluo felt as if his skin was being pressed by needles all around him, and he couldn't help but feel a little cold. "Is this the magician's ice cone technique? Why is it so cold?" Xingluo thought secretly, "No! These ice cones are all constructed by the magic power of the great magician!"

Magic fluctuations instantly took shape on the field. This fluctuation seemed to have a specific frequency and radiated to the surroundings. Xingluo's spells were disrupted. He had originally used space jump at the first opportunity, but the spell failed. Drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Pandora and the others saw Xingluo was dazed on the field, and they couldn't help but feel worried. It seemed that they couldn't stop it. Mo also said, "Isn't this guy the best at running away? Why doesn't he just jump away?"

Vice Dean Oton was also worried at this time, but he still explained: "Because there is an essential difference in their magic power, a powerful magician can interfere with the other party's spellcasting. Xingluo probably failed in casting a spell."

"What? Since you've failed, just admit defeat!" Pandora could no longer hold back the emotions that had been pent up over the past few days, and tears burst out. Even though she had the mental power of a high-level magician, this emotion still broke through her defenses, and her tears burst out like a collapsed dam.

"Why won't he admit defeat? He can't cast any magic anymore! What if he dies? I'll still call him a fat bastard in the end." Pandora's voice became choked, and she repeated the same words over and over again.

Mo looked at Xingluo on the stage, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or answering Pandora's words, "Although he is usually careless and afraid of death, he is also a person with his own principles and persistence. I thought he could protect himself with his mental power, but I didn't expect him to be suppressed by magic. I shouldn't have let him go up just now." Mo's face was full of regret.

Everyone's face was not very good at this time. Tiffany crossed her hands in front of her chest and prayed for Xingluo. At this moment, a long-lost voice sounded, "Xingluo must have his own way. We should believe him." Everyone turned their heads and found that Alvin, with a pale face, came to the seat.

This voice made everyone feel slightly relieved. Then there was another change on the field. When Xingluo was about to pierce him with the ice cone, he finally disappeared from the spot. The students breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

Pandora's face flushed slightly, and she said in embarrassment, "Maybe it's because my eyes were injured by the earth magician before..."

Pandora didn't say anything else, because she realized that she would only make things worse. She turned around with a red face and looked at Erwin and said, "You're back? Are you healed? Eh? Have you become a senior knight?"

Pandora's words set off a thousand waves. Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at Erwin, looking at him carefully again and again. They all said in unison, "That's amazing. He really survived after risking his life."

"congratulations!"

Vice Dean Orton seemed to have known this for a long time, so he just smiled and nodded at him.

Erwin said with some annoyance: "I originally wanted to become a high-level magician and strive to participate in the last team battle, so that we can definitely win in the end, but Bell, the coward, chose to fight alone."