Magical Strategist

"The gravity of earth!" Kevin raised his fingers towards Zhenlong with a fierce look.

The gravity of earth can only be exerted based on the swan song of the earth. Only by first limiting the opponent's mana can he be successfully attracted to you.

At this time, the real dragon's body disobeyed the ground and flew towards Kevin like a balloon.

Then, Kevin smashed the iron fist he had prepared into the real dragon's face.

boom!

With a heavy punch, the real dragon was knocked away.

"Quote!" Kevin raised his fingers again.

The real dragon was sucked back before it even touched the ground.

boom! Another punch. Bruises quickly appeared on his face.

boom! bump! bump!

Three punches in a row, all hitting the real dragon's face. As the saying goes, you don’t hit someone in the face when you hit him, but Kevin hit him in the face and punched to the flesh.

"He will be played to death if this continues. Mr. Examiner, please stop them quickly!" Mish could no longer sit still and ran to the examiner to plead.

The examiner's responsibilities: first, to determine the outcome of the game, and second, to protect the lives and safety of the players. If the current situation continues, the real dragon won't be able to withstand a few punches, and it will be meaningless to continue fighting. So I put the whistle in my mouth and was about to blow the final whistle...

"Ah Meng, don't blow!" Baggio roared.

"I'm afraid he's dying, and his life will be in danger if it doesn't end," the examiner said.

"I told you not to brag, so don't brag. How come there is so much nonsense?" Baggio said angrily.

"Yes, Mr. Huo!"

boom! bump!

Another two punches hit the real dragon's face.

"Admit defeat, you can't beat Kevin." Mish said anxiously.

"Brother, stop insisting. After all, this is just a game, why bother..." Haqi kept urging Zhenlong to give up quickly.

"I...have my own sense of control..." Even though he was hit by seven punches, he still refused to give up.

引！

"Do you still want to hold on? With this punch, I will make it impossible for you to get up again!" This red-haired man may seem weak, but his actual ability to withstand a blow is extraordinary. After seven heavy punches, he was still standing there perfectly fine.

Kevin felt cruel and raised his fighting spirit to its strongest level. The strong air flow blew the gravel on the ground, and in an instant, the sky was filled with sand and gravel in chaos.

Some spectators with lower cultivation levels turned pale and almost fainted.

drink!

Kevin shouted loudly and swung his fist filled with power at lightning speed...

A clash of power against power, a clash of fists against fists.

Is this still a battle between magicians?

boom!

With a violent crash. The arena shook violently, and in an instant, dust was flying and gravel was flying. The hard arena made of "iron wall rock" seemed so fragile and vulnerable to the struggle between the two.

The dust in the sky blocked everyone's sight, and they could only vaguely see two figures standing there in the center of the ring...

"What's going on? Don't let anything happen!" Mish frowned, extremely anxious. The punch just now was so powerful that even the copper and iron walls could be smashed to pieces, not to mention the mortal body of a real dragon.

"Brother!" Ha Qi also shouted nervously.

About half a minute passed, the dust in the arena gradually dispersed, and the two figures became clear.

I saw in the center of the ring: Zhenlong and Kevin, fighting each other with fists.

Both fists oozed blood to varying degrees; both arms had exposed veins; both faces were covered with large beads of sweat.

"You are trapped in the earth's swansong, and you are caught by my earth's gravity, and you can still swing an amazingly powerful fist. How did you do it?" Kevin looked incredulous.

"Guess!" The real dragon smiled evilly.

The real dragon's careless answer made Kevin very unhappy. But one thing he was sure of: Earth's Last Song didn't work. Could it be that my spell has failed? Yes, it must have failed. Otherwise, how could he still take the punch I just punched.

Actually, it wasn't that Kevin's spell failed. When the real dragon was trapped in the "earthquake" caused by the earth's swan song, his mana was indeed limited.

It's a pity that Kevin doesn't know that the true dragon contains not only human magic power, but also the blood elf's first-class essence.

"I have to praise you for being able to hold on until now." Kevin retracted his fist and said slowly.

"Well, I can't afford it." The real dragon replied.

"Your name is Lille True Dragon?" Kevin asked. His tone of voice changed slightly, and he was no longer as arrogant and arrogant as before.

"Yes, is there any problem?" Kevin's words made the real dragon confused. What on earth did he want to do? The real dragon guessed as he answered.

At this time, Mish's shout came from the audience: Be careful where you step!

"What!" The real dragon immediately lowered his head and looked...

His feet silently sank into a swirling sand pit. In the blink of an eye, the calf was submerged.

"This is the Hourglass of Earth! Taste the suffocating taste, hahaha..." Kevin was ecstatic as he watched his opponent being quickly "swallowed" by the sand pit.

"Damn it, I was careless again!" The real dragon gritted his teeth and watched helplessly as his feet, legs, and waist fell into the sand pit one after another.

"The harder you struggle, the faster you will die. After all, it is a game. There is no need to risk your life to challenge my hourglass. Give up, Real Dragon. You are no match for me now." Kevin's eyes shined, quietly. Quietly looking at the real dragon struggling desperately. What he saw was not just the embarrassment of his opponent, but the dawn of victory.

"No more miracles will happen this time." Examiner Ah Meng put the whistle to his mouth again, threatening to terminate the game at any time. He is also an earth magician and knows the horror of the hourglass of earth. It only takes 20 seconds to be killed by suffocation. Even if the real dragon still has its potential, as the examiner, he must ensure the personal safety of the contestants. If he doesn't blow the whistle, this red-haired boy will be in danger!

Just as Amon took a deep breath and blew his whistle, black "smoke" floated out of the arena.

To be precise, it was black smoke wafting from the sand pit.

The black smoke only lasted for a few seconds, but everyone present could clearly feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. Including Dean Hawking! Maybe others didn't know what happened and just felt tight in the chest and breathless, but his mental image captured it clearly.

"Oh, the Blood Elf is an extremely rare first-grade essence source. This student has a good background." Hawking nodded slightly and said to himself.

Baggio couldn't sit still anymore, strode up to Ah Meng, grabbed the whistle from the examiner's hand very rudely, and shouted angrily: "A Meng, didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to blow the whistle without my order? Bullshit examiner, open your eyes and see clearly, can you blow the whistle in this situation? Have you judged who wins and who loses?"

"Ah? He, when, how is it possible, the hourglass of earth actually..." Looking at the ring, Ah Meng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.