C5 Hit the muzzle of a gun

Then wouldn't we have hit the nail on the head? This guy's strength is unfathomable, don't tell me that we will fall here today after becoming the legendary Silver Hawk Five!?

I don't know, but even if you lose the battle, we can't retreat now. Although the Silver Hawk group of five is no longer known as the tyrants of Klin Academy, but there is still a legend about us in the school, and the belief that we will never give in, that the Silver Hawk group has never backed down. Even if I am destined to lose here today, we will lose with pride, not to mention that I, Little Six, am not a person who can pinch a soft persimmon.

After saying that, Metis and Lil 'Six once again turned to look at Morgan and the Alps. At the same time, they recalled the glory of the two main gangs of the Silver Hawk Group and Senior Ku'stan before they left. They knew that they were comparable to the current Five Silver Hawk teams of Columbia and Disney Academy!

At this moment, in the spectator's seats, the fat middle-aged man who was responsible for registering earlier was a bit dazed when he saw this match. Although he didn't know where this Ox-head Warrior had come from, and he hadn't seen this person before, the moment he saw the Ox-head Warrior, he seemed to have started to find this match gradually interesting.

In the five years since he had arrived at the government, every year he had watched a magic competition like this. Every year he had watched a magic competition like this, and every magic competition from Yinhuang Town had always had mixed strengths, but he knew that this competition had gradually become more and more ordinary. It was like a person who had gotten used to fighting and killing each other, suddenly returning to a small town to live a peaceful life, feeling that his life was lacking some of the passion and excitement that he had always felt.

Now it was like this, five years was enough to change a person, including making this fatty's body that was once well-proportioned, making him look professional and tricky, including polishing his heart smooth enough to deal with any unfavorable reality. Right from the start of this match, he could already see that the general level of strength had increased by different degrees compared to the previous one, and the increase in strength was not enough to be classified as a brilliant sequence. However, something like the addition of the Ox-head Hero and the two seemingly calm competitors, should be the highlight of this match.

This kind of attack magic called a Magus' fist had a rather unique strength, able to provide long distance and close combat for the Magi with both physical and offensive capabilities. However, just like any other fist that was swung out, first one had to grasp the accurate center of gravity, and then one had to consider the lethality of the attack. Morgan currently had no precise center of vision, and even close range attacks were also very limited, and the first factor in defeating his opponent was luck.

Therefore, the only thing Morgan could rely on now was to pretend to be profound, so that the enemy would not be able to see through his weaknesses.

Under the uproar of the crowd, the opponent was somewhat impatient. Firstly, because of the ox-head man's reputation, secondly, because of the fear of the fire fist technique, everyone knew that the further one went from fighting the fire fist technique, the greater the accumulated momentum and pain one would feel from flying. Therefore, the opponent was even more afraid of the fire fist technique, and was worried that the ox-head man's mask would look so valiant.

When the opponent rushed over, Morgan also ran away. This move not only stunned the entire audience for three seconds, but also made the charging opponent even more surprised, and magic battles were often like this, where a single moment of absent-mindedness would determine the balance of victory and defeat. When Morgan once again sprinted over to him, the opponent knew that the situation was bad, but it was already too late, he was directly thrown off the stage by Morgan with a flick of his fist.

The crowd roared with laughter. They were all comforted by the minotaur's bravery and nimble tactics. In their eyes, the minotaur was basically a god, an enigmatic figure who was probably at the same level as a high ranked Magus. Even the Youlan City leader who was in the audience was a little embarrassed, since when did an intermediate level Magus come to participate in this fun magic competition?

He very much enjoyed this feeling, a feeling Morgan had never felt before. Ever since he was born, he, Morgan, had never been the center of attention other than his parents. However, the glory of becoming the center of attention made him a little disappointed.

The next elimination round, Little Six eliminated his opponent easily, but at the moment, his mental state was not relaxed at all. From the moment the Ox-head Warrior had achieved unexpected victories, his mood had become heavier, and on his battle schedule, two names had been eliminated, representing the next opponent would be this Ox-head Warrior. However, could he use his own strength to defend the honor of the disbanded group of Five Silver Hawks, which was said to be the glory of the school?

The fatty sat back down, laughing to himself that he was already a middle-aged man who was about to mature. He should be more mature in his work and not be so naïve. That kind of competition would never happen again. He reminded himself time and time again that the young man called Morrison was a rare member of this world, and even if it was a sorcerer, it would be almost impossible to reach his level of magic easily. He reminded himself time and again that the young man called Morrison was only a rare member of this world, and even if it was a sorcerer, it was almost impossible to reach his level of magic easily.

This should be a kind of helplessness, but it was also the reality of this society. Fatty's heart, which should have been in the middle of a rough patch from the experience of reality, suddenly felt a little relaxed at this moment; it turned out that what he had been waiting for for for for a long time, was just a wonderful match, it had already started five years ago when Morrison left, but ever since Morrison left, it was destined that this kind of wait would never appear again.

Fatty remembered a poem that said that emotional people were happy because they would always live in the world that they created. However, sometimes, they would also feel sad, at least, he was like this, sometimes having too much hope in one matter or another. In the end, reality was very easy to cause one to despair. So he tried not to think about the disappointment he had accumulated over the years.

"Ox-head hero!" Ox-Head Warrior! "Ox-head hero!" Such excited shouts pushed the final match of the magic battle out in front of everyone.

At the same time, the Alps also looked quite excited, saying, Morgan, you've already made it to this step. I'm not worried that this guy, Little Six, is actually ranked third in the Silver Hawk Group, if you can also beat this third place master, then you'll only be able to lose, at most, I'll just gather enough precious materials for my wand and put it away, don't be too burdensome!

Since you've said that, how can I not be burdened? However, before the two could say anything, it was time to go up on stage.

The competition at the Youlan Town Magic Festival was supposed to be one of the few exciting matches in the entire town, and it was one of the most popular matches in the town. Morgan and Little Six, who had been in the school for many years, naturally didn't know how much attention they had paid to this competition, and now that the final battle was taking place, Morgan and Little Six walked up from the backstage to the front desk to look, they were immediately dumbstruck. The plaza in front of them was completely filled with a black mass of heads.

The moment the masked Morgan appeared, the sound of the soybeans being fried in a pot became clear. This was the first time Morgan felt himself standing here with an indescribable sense of vanity, this kind of vanity was like bringing a beautiful girlfriend down the street. Countless people were staring at him with a surging mood, even men felt this way.