The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 52 Backlash (plus more to pursue!)
"How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible!!"

In the ring, Wilmot suddenly jumped up.

On his face, various expressions appeared one after another.

Suddenly he smiled as bright as the sun; suddenly he was gloomy like the night in a storm; suddenly he lowered his head and stomped his feet fiercely, raging into the sky.

"why why!"

He raised his head and roared hoarsely, with an incomprehensible smile on his face. All of a sudden, he closed his eyes again, and all his movements stopped in an instant, but anyone could see the rage Like a tide of magic, it kept surging in his body uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

On the high platform, the host stared blankly at Wilmot's actions in the ring, and the audience was also confused, not sure what happened.

In their field of vision, the game had only started for less than 5 minutes, and during these 5 minutes, Lynn had been standing still without any movement, and only Wilmot had been circling around Lynn.

And then, Wilmot became like this.

"This, could it be that Blazer used his unknown method again"

"wrong."

A slight remark denied the host's guess.

Everyone turned their attention to the place where the voice came, and immediately decided to give up their doubts and listen to the decision of the owner of the voice.

"Ren, Mr. Randolph."

Maurice Randolph stood beside the host, looked down at the strange picture in the ring, and said solemnly.

"According to my judgment, Wilmot became like this, not because of Blazer's classmates."

He looked around and asked, "Classmates, do you know what the illusionist is most afraid of?"

"—It is a fantasy world constructed by oneself, which is fundamentally denied."

"Illusionists' illusions are all built on the foundation of their own imagination. If you want to make the opponent fall into the illusion you created, your means must be able to perfectly deceive the opponent's eyes and let the opponent from Subconsciously, he thinks that what he sees really exists."

"But if the foundation is broken, the fantasy high-rise built by the illusionist will collapse in an instant, and it is very likely that the protagonist who built this building will be crushed."

Morris looked at the field again: "I don't know much about Wilmot, but the main methods of illusionists are nothing more than a few."

"Or, it is to build a fantasy that seems to be the real world, overlapping and overlapping, so that the opponent can't tell whether the reality he is in is really 'real' or not."

"But obviously, with the strength of Wilmot, it is impossible to achieve such an achievement."

"Then, there is only another option - to communicate the person or things hidden in the other party's heart, so as to deceive and crush the opponent."

"This is the most common method used by illusionists, because as long as it is a person, there must be some hidden secrets in his heart."

"This way of constructing illusions is easy for illusionists to learn, but everyone has to know one thing." Morris said softly, "The simpler things are, once they encounter difficulties, their problem-solving methods, tend to be more complicated."

"It's true that illusionists can easily evoke what is hidden in others' hearts, but before communication, no one knows what is hidden in the other's heart. And can they themselves withstand the pressure in the depths of the shadows? "

Morris spread his hands and said: "Obviously, Wilmot's psychological tolerance is not particularly good. After he drew out the things in the other party's heart, not only did he fail to use it and successfully build a fantasy, but he was bitten back by the other party. , leading to a complete collapse of the spiritual defense line."

"Ultimately, being devoured by his own magic."

"Reverse, backlash."

The host listened to Mr. Morris' explanation in a daze, and asked anxiously: "Then, Mr. Randolph, may I ask, what will happen if it is attacked."

"Out of control," Morris said, pointing to Wilmot, who was in chaos in the ring.

"Next, Wilmot's downed brain will no longer be able to control his body, and all actions will be carried out by his biological instincts."

"And the most instinctive behavior of living things is to remove possible threats around them and ensure their own survival safety."

"Doesn't that mean?" The host seemed to have thought of something, and even his voice became sharp, "Student Blazer, there is danger!"

Morris glanced at the panic-stricken host, and said to himself that he didn't have such calm ability to get in to preside over the finals.

However, he still did not show any expression on his face, and only said: "Don't worry, the referee is still on the field."

"And." He pointed to the boy in the middle of the field, who walked towards Wilmot with a sword-shaped staff, and said, "This little guy doesn't think he is the one who is being threatened."

"pat-"

The boots stomped on the floor of the ring, making a crisp clicking sound.

With a long sword in hand, Lynn calmly walked towards the opponent who was in a state of silence.

Every step seems to herald the opening of the gate of hell.

"You."

Wilmot breathed heavily, squeezed out his remaining sanity, and looked up at the young man who was slowly walking towards him.

"how did you know"

Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "Do you think that I will be like the villains in those third-rate novels, first honestly explain the cause of the matter, and then wait for the result that I should have obtained to be reversed? ?"

"Ahhh-"

Wilmot's residual sanity was finally devoured by the backlash.

With red eyes, wrapped in boiling magic, he charged towards Lynn.

"The gangsters fight, without any rules."

Lynn stretched out his hand and squeezed Wilmot's thin arm, stepped back, and his body slammed forward a point with the footsteps on the ground.

"Crack-"

Wilmot's arm was dislocated instantly under the strong pulling and impact, and the whole person was also driven by inertia to fly far away, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, like a bull seeing red cloth, He lowered his head, dragged his nearly broken body, and charged towards Lynn again.

"This kind of battle is somewhat boring."

Lynn clenched the long sword and walked slowly.

There are many points of swordsmanship in the Blazer family, but in the final analysis, its ultimate essence is only one.

"I have to stand."

"You, you can stand, you can sit, you can lie down, you can do anything, except for one thing."

"—Can't live."

stab-

The tip of the sword passed through the cloth on Wilmot's chest, exposing the black mark on his chest to Lynn's sight.

However, if you want to make further progress, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The referee let go of his sword and said to him, "The game is over, you can go and prepare for the award ceremony later."

Lynn didn't speak, just stared at Wilmot's chest, who was brought down by the referee.

That mark, Rose is still there, but in the middle.

Empty.

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