Chapter Fifty-Four: Succeed in holding the bomb in the sky, but miss in the underworld

When Tang Si’s voice was blessed by the wind element, it suddenly became like thunder,

The voice that was too young, even a little immature, echoed throughout the eastern suburbs of La Mancho City. After spreading far away, it even echoed on this side of the Fulong Mountains.

The low tremors in the valley have now turned into roaring roars. Not only the sand and gravel, but also the trees and city walls seemed to cater to Tang Si’s announcement, emitting a low and ancient echo.

The onlookers seemed to feel an invisible shock wave called [Courage] sweeping through the crowd, stimulating their hearts.

It’s on fire!

People’s hearts are on fire!

The impulse welling up from the bottom of my heart was simply irresistible.

“Well done Downs!”

“You are indeed a good son and daughter of our Lamancho people!”

“Go ahead! Kill that arrogant bastard!”

Everyone clamored and cheered in support of their rising star.

No matter what, having the courage to challenge a powerful master with a high-level body is worthy of praise for this courage alone. Several bards present were going crazy, either lying on the ground or using stones as tables, writing and drawing quickly.

People’s support naturally made the other party very unhappy.

“Shut the hell up!” With a roar, a fiery breath swayed from Faora’s body, forcibly knocking over a hundred people closest to him to the ground.

Before the audience could react, Faora pointed at Ren’s transformed eyes and yelled: “You liar! Are you looking down on me? You actually let a brat humiliate me?”

Ren’s cold voice was full of teasing: “I humiliate you? Do you deserve it?”

As soon as these words came out, the nobles present immediately felt refreshed.

right!

Are you worthy?

Why does the legendary archmage lower his status to compete with your ‘mere’ master insect?

“You…” Faora’s lungs were about to burst with anger, and she screamed at the top of her lungs: “Okay! I’ll kill your apprentice first, and then I’ll pull you out of that turtle shell and kill you!”

Several spectators who came from Lausanne slapped their foreheads and lamented in their hearts: It’s over!

If the previous series of quarrels could barely be regarded as conflicts, as soon as these words came out, the two sides’ positions immediately changed seriously.

You, Faora, are clamoring to kill other people’s apprentices. This is no longer a matter of slapping the faces of the local lords and other people’s archmages. This is a matter of unrelenting death!

Viscount Canarsie next to Old Ryan complained softly: “That’s why I don’t want to deal with guys from the chaotic camp!”

Even though Downs received knight education from a young age, he paid attention to the eight virtues.

But what this guy did not only did not violate the eight virtues, but also trampled on the “honor” that Downs valued most.

He couldn’t help but look livid: “Stop talking nonsense! Want to duel with my master? Step over my corpse first.”

Not far away, the Count of La Manche looked to both sides, knowing that this time he would not try to be kind. He raised his hand high and announced: “I, the local lord, the Count of La Manche, recognize that this time it will be Dons Quixote. A life-or-death duel with Faora Sandro!”

After that, he waved his hand and told the civilians to continue to retreat, staying at least a hundred meters away from these two guys.

You can fight however you like.

Obviously, Faora has a bad temper.

Almost as soon as the lord waved his hand, a [Fire Explosion Bomb] was thrown out to him.

As the flame version of the Warlock’s level 7 magic [Thunder Bomb], the power of this blow is extremely scary.

What kind of blow was that?

It was like pouring a bucket of red oil paint directly onto a blank oil painting. The scope of the flames was so exaggerated that it completely filled most of the audience’s field of vision. It was as if there was nothing else between heaven and earth.

How to withstand such a blow?

Not to mention the ignorant melon-eating masses, even professional practitioners like Lao Ruian have no answer.

It seems that in front of it, there is only the result of turning into coke.

Towns gave everyone the answer.

He raised his hands, but they were empty.

“Vacuum——”

With a slight scolding, the space in front of him flashed with a distortion of light.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the few masters present could not understand this kind of visual distortion caused by changes in air density.

But that extremely bright flame, which seemed to be able to turn the entire land into the scorched earth of purgatory, actually disappeared in front of Tang Siping’s outstretched hands.

The flames, which were bigger than the carriage carriage, were like scrambled eggs on a plate, being swallowed up instantly by an invisible big mouth.

There was no flame, not even smoke. The fire disappeared without a trace, and the world returned to its original appearance.

To defeat the opponent’s ultimate move so lightly is what shocks others the most.

Ren En knew that his little heart was beating wildly, and he ate a huge meal with both hands. When he was exposed in front of outsiders, his pair of mysterious and profound mage eyes narrowed slightly.

“Tang Si, have you realized it again?”

“Yes! Master, I have realized it again.” Tang Si actually had time to bow slightly to Ren and salute: “Master, you have demonstrated to me that flames cannot be transmitted in a vacuum.”

Ren complained crazily in his heart: Damn it, this is why you created your own magic and created a [vacuum wall ten meters long, one meter high and one meter wide] out of thin air! ?

Ren still remembers that when his middle school teacher demonstrated this vacuuming experiment, because the sealing was not done properly, the two connected leather pushers pulled apart, which made the teacher very embarrassed.

Ren had only mentioned it to Downs during the lecture, but who would have thought that his precious apprentice Te Miao’s self-created magic could draw away the nearby wind element, forming a short-lived vacuum wall.

Now it’s better, even the system can’t be repaired.

The system prompt is: [Host your apprentice Downs* Quixote created his own protective magic (vacuum wall), which can be immune to all fire magic up to level 2 of his wind element magic level. The level of this magic is unknown… this magic Shared to the host. 】

This vacuum wall is very powerful, and it is actually immune to fire magic that is two levels higher. The problem is that this magic is very particular about the timing of casting the spell, it doesn’t matter if it’s too early or too late.

Too early, all the wind elements have been taken away, but if it cannot be maintained well, the wind elements flow back, and the flames have oxygen as a combustion aid.

It’s too late, the wind element hasn’t been completely removed, and the flames can also spread.

This thing is like catching a sword with bare hands.

Unless you have that vision and confidence, it will be difficult to achieve 100% bare-handed success!

This is a typical example… If you succeed, you will explode in the sky, but if you fail, you will end up in the underworld.

But Towns showed off Faola.

The master warlock’s eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed with disbelief: “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! What kind of evil magic did you use?”

Downs showed a charming smile: “You are a stupid warlock who only follows his own instincts! This is just an application of the wind element. What’s all the fuss about.”

Warlocks and mages look down on each other. The biggest reason is that warlocks rely on the instinct of their bodies to become stronger, while mages rely on knowledge and elemental sensing to become stronger. One relies on the body, and the other relies on the brain. It is not surprising that they cannot deal with each other.

Faora’s face turned red and she became helpless and furious.

He can no longer accept losing magic to the other party, let alone having his IQ crushed by the other party. This… how can he endure this?

“Go to hell! Go to hell…”

Faora launched her left and right hands in succession, and huge fireballs with astonishing power continued to hit Downs.

Unexpectedly, Downs actually used [Vacuum Wall] repeatedly and lightly, blocking all the opponent’s attacks.

Everyone in Faora is numb.

(End)