Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

What else can a miserable little psychic do?

Since ancient times, equipment has also been part of strength.

They are so inhumane, how can you still ask them to take off all their equipment and challenge you to a duel?

In my ears, I heard the roar of more than 20,000 spectators.

Cheers, shouts, and cheers soared into the sky.

Of course, all the praise goes to Harry.

"Come on! Sir Winston!"

"Kill that psion!"

"That bastard scared my cat to death last time."

How should I put it, Harry has been to Sweetland after all, and during the black dragon incident, he also opened a wide-area magic shield to protect the people here. After a little publicity, even if everyone's favorability towards Harry is dissatisfied, it is at least better than that of the passer-by opposite him!

As soon as they saw the opponent's wheel battle, everyone instinctively supported Harry, who seemed more like the weakling.

Who told Harry to look thinner and quieter?

The psychic Karl was on the verge of tears: I am the weaker one.

At this time, the referee walked to the middle and announced: "The magic competition is only about superiority and inferiority, not life and death. Killing the opponent counts as a loss, do you understand?"

"I understand." They both said in unison.

"So, is there anything else you want to say before the game?"

Harry spoke unexpectedly. He held the meter-long iron staff in his hand and said in the loudest voice he could: "I studied under the legendary Archmage Tesla! I specialize in the protection system. Magic! In front of me, tens of thousands of undead are unable to cross the thunder pool. A whole team of corpse witches are crying in front of me! If you think you are more powerful than them, then you can do it."

To be honest, when Harry said these words, Ren couldn't stand it anymore.

Harry's voice was a bit timid after all, and occasionally had two vibratos, which made Ren's balls ache.

Are you speaking harshly? You are telling the enemy that you are boundless.

However, at this moment, Renn unexpectedly discovered that while the other party was frightened, he was actually frightened.

etc! Something seems wrong.

Renn glanced at the system prompts and was speechless.

[Your disciple Harry unleashed a level 0 trick (suggestion) on his opponent. He weaved the power of arcane magic into his words, injecting persuasive magic into every word he spoke. Since Harry stated the truth, this negotiation check will be replaced by an arcane check. The other party needs to make a test based on the intelligence value and the total amount of magic power... If the test fails, the other party will fall into panic. 】

At this moment, Downs, who was sitting in the VIP seat in the front row of the arena, waved his fist with great excitement: "Yes! Harry! That's it, strategically despise the enemy, tactically attach importance to the enemy!"

Renn: "..."

Dry! What do you call tactical attention? You call it cheating!

If you cast a spell on the opponent before the duel begins, isn't this a trap?

Ren thought about it and realized that this didn't seem to be cheating. After all, level 0 tricks were not considered magic in the strict sense. Since Harry didn't turn on the magic before, does that mean Harry didn't cheat?

Ren almost fainted.

At this moment, the referee signaled the fight to begin.

The opponent was still casting spells, so Harry directly put a [Nazra Green Emerald Energy Shield] on himself, which was specially designed to protect against spells that affect the mind.

As an outrageous being with the metamagic expertise of [Spell Upgrade] and [Spell Enhancement], Harry brought this level 4 magic to the peak of level 5 in one go, and also increased the power by 50%, which is directly comparable to that of a weakling. Point 6 magic.

Come on, this level of magic is simply beyond the reach of high-level professionals.

So much so that when the psychic warlock blasted over with a level 3 [Psychic Vision], the emerald light around Harry disappeared before the spell even got close to him.

This feeling is no different from throwing a pebble into the sea.

Harry cast spells faster. As soon as the opponent launched his attack magic, Harry's 'protective magic' came.

"this……"

It seemed that Harry just summoned four earth walls to surround the opponent in a square shape.

However, everything changed when Harry called out the name "James Prescott Joule".

A red light flashed over the arena, and something like magma emerged in the air about thirty meters above the ground. The hot lava boiled like porridge. At first everything seemed like an unreal illusion, until a red dot dripped from the bottom of the mass of magma.

The red dot was like a falling stone hitting water, dripping within the area of ​​the earth wall that sealed off the psychic warlock's activity space.

With just one drop, the earth was like a circular ripple, and the terrifying heat of thousands of degrees Celsius spread out, filling the small 25 square meters around the psychic warlock.

This scene was seen by all the spectators on the higher ground.

"ah!"

"This is……"

It's too cruel. What kind of magic showdown is this? This was obviously a crayfish that accidentally fell into the hot oil pan!

"Ahhh! I surrender! I surrender!" The psychic Karl screamed like a woman.

Harry was still thinking about how to cast the next spell. When he heard the voice, he was stunned for a moment.

No? Just vote? I have not……

When Harry let go of the wall, he saw his opponent dancing happily on the hot lava floor.

"Oooo!"

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

The audience doesn't care that much. They can't see the tricks of the psion. There is no plastic magic that is so simple and clear. Eye-opening, they gave Harry the most enthusiastic cheers.

The unfortunate loser was quickly whisked away.

The audience was not disappointed, and Harry's second opponent soon stood in the arena.

To be honest, this kind of wheel fighting has always been despised by the world, but Renn deliberately agreed to it because he felt that he wanted to give his disciples a little training.

As a practical master, Renn does not have the mentally retarded idea that the opponent must follow the rules and wait until he is fully prepared before rushing over.

The second person who came up was a shaman. This faction likes to communicate with the spirits of giant bears on the earth. This kind of powerful magic bear that can use the earth element to cover its whole body is definitely a nightmare for warriors of the same level.

He is bigger than you, stronger than you, and can withstand beatings better than you.

However, when the two sides bowed and saluted, a one-meter-long crowbar unexpectedly fell out of Harry's waist with a clang.

For a moment, the air became a little solid.

Both referee and opponent stared at Harry.

Harry picked up the crowbar sarcastically: "Ahem! Everyone saw that there is a word [reason] on it. As a mage from the physics sect, he has a [physics holy sword] of his own sect. Is this normal? "

The referee wanted to say something, but he sensed that this step on the horse was not a crowbar, but a master-level [impact staff] that had been bent hard and twisted into the word [reason]. , forming a damn crowbar that doesn't look like a staff.

If it were another Master who wasted his resources like this, the referee would probably be extremely angry.

ah! Are you a disciple of the legendary Archmage? That's okay.

This time the magic showdown ended faster.

On the surface, Harry just placed a triggered trap. When this simple, bear trap-like trap contains a crowbar that can bounce faster than the speed of sound, the outcome is doomed.