C7 Appearance of the element

Everyone knew that the closed fire fist was after all an element effect, and it didn't have the joints and fingers of a real human. However, just now, two huge fists had unexpectedly opened up in front of him in the nick of time, blocking his cyclone spell!

This was the magic of magic, any one of the subtle factors that he could not take into account could be the reason for his failure. This was a battle of strength, but also a battle of intellect.

Perhaps this was the charm of magic.

As Little Six was being blown into the sea and drowned, he felt his heart rising and falling along with him. The sky above his head was a deep blue, but at that moment, he felt some regret.

It's truly a pity. Seniors, please forgive us for not being able to protect the honor of the five Silver Hawk members … At this moment, Copper Deer Square was in a state of ecstasy as if Christmas had arrived early. Countless hats and small items carried by women were thrown into the air to celebrate the great victory of the Ox-head hero.

Magic counterattack was a general term used to describe all kinds of magic that could affect the casting of magic by Magi. Before the world entered the era of great magic, magic counterattack was used to feel the power of elements. Magic counterattack was the nightmare of every Magus.

In that era, as long as it was a Magus, they would be completely restrained in this kind of terrifying incantation. In addition, there was no body magic, and in the area covered by the seal curse during the war, all the Magi were taken down like commoners cutting vegetables. That was a massacre, and the seal curse was the most representative of the defensive magic incantations, possessing immense power. Because of the appearance of the seal curse, all the Magi who participated in the war were forced to practice body magic in order to strengthen their physical body.

Most of them used physical or magical methods to interrupt the internal elemental fluctuations in a Magus' body. For example, the Sheep Transformation Art, it was also a type of counterattack spell, but the downside was that the caster had to be much stronger than the caster, to be able to use their own magical elemental throbbing to affect the opponent to a certain extent. To succeed was definitely a method to humiliate the opponent.

It was a magic that only existed in legends. It was able to clone the magical effect of the opponent and then launch a counterattack against the opponent. This was a true counterattack magic, and it was extremely powerful.

However, everyone on the stage now considered the Ox-Head Warrior to be a Great Magus. Therefore, it was not surprising that he possessed a kind of ultimate counter attack magic that could reflect the powers of others.

Amidst the cheers, a man wearing a casual jacket and hat revealed a pair of ice-cold eyes, and spoke in a low voice that no one around him could hear. "I don't think...

He really wanted to jump out and say that it wasn't an absolute counterattack, as long as you're all rookies don't talk, but just as he was about to jump up and be drowned out by even louder human voices, he immediately shut his mouth. Looking at the surrounding people's postures, he seemed to have hardened his heart to support the Ox-head hero on the stage. At this moment, he stood out and said something against him, and in two minutes, he would probably be flattened into a panda.

The moment the fatty sat down again, he knew that he could tell from his eyes that there were no more than 10% of people who did not use the 'Jedi Counterattack'. Thinking of this, the fatty consoled himself by saying that the truth was still in the hands of a few people.

Is this a wonderful match? A victory that no one had expected was a perfect victory, but behind this victory, Fatty could only say that there was nothing missing. Five years ago in Youlan City, there was the same calm and tranquil Copper Deer Square, there was also that genius Morrison. Where was he right now?

Fatty admitted that he was a little sentimental. After he was ready to pack up his things for the ceremony, he saw a silent young man walking slowly towards the arena.

It was unknown how many years had passed since he was born, nor did he know how long this magic festival had been in existence. However, since he was three years old, Auleia had counted with her fingers, and this magic festival had been held for sixteen years. The sixteen years were not as long as the white pigs raised by her neighbor, and they had all grown up.

Every year, he would watch the magic battle in a corner of the town, where no one could see him. Otherwise, many people would walk past him and say, "Isn't this the little idiot from the Aiolias' house?" Ah, isn't that the Iorian fool? A few days ago, I saw him quietly lying on the fence while he peeked at our number one beauty, Brother Shu. Brother Shu has already gone to Puiklin Academy, haha, every time I go back home, this little idiot will be in heat!

Whenever these people passed by him, Iorea would really want to go back and say, "You are the fucking idiot," but many times, he would just keep quiet like this, sitting alone in the corner where no one was paying attention to him. If anyone noticed him, he would shift his position and hide behind those tall people, using their conspicuous backs to cover his humble body.

Did Aorya really not know magic? Was he really a magic idiot? From the very first time he had sensed the rich magical elements at the edge of the pool, he had begun to doubt the rumors that were aimed at him.

That year, he was six years old. He had successfully raised his hand and summoned a column of water from the pond in front of him. The water was as thick as two fingers, and it formed a line in the air and came to the center of his palm. He knew that from then on, the voice that had been called a magic idiot ever since he was three years old was going to disappear into thin air. Soon, no one would call him an idiot, and soon, someone would recognize him!

Just as the six year old man was about to rush back home and tell everyone that he had mastered magic, his father thought he had gone out to play again.

There was also a reason for the events of the day. It seemed that the source of all the jokes in the town was that they had given birth to an idiot son who had no rhythm to the elements, and when his father joked with a friend that your brother Shu would marry our son when he became a beautiful girl, he actually laughed disdainfully and said, "Forget it, as for that son of yours who doesn't know magic, I'm worried that my brother Shu won't even have a problem getting fed up after marrying your son."

It was because of what he said that his father was furious. When he saw that he was back in a bad mood, he was even angrier, and he even subconsciously slapped him.

In his heart, Aoriya had been hit a lot since he was a child, but there had never been a time like this where the slap had left him with a deep impression. What had that slap taken away from him? He only knew that he had almost blurted out the words to his father that he had mastered his magical ability. At that moment, he suddenly felt as lonely as a firefly burning its life on a summer day.

From then on, no matter who called him an idiot, Eoriah never objected, so that he never had the impulse to prove himself after Brother Shu abandoned his present on the eve of the girl he liked being sent to Pugachin School at the age of twelve.

More than anyone else wanted to understand his heart, Ilya preferred them to think of themselves as idiots.

However, right now, Aulea had an unprecedented motivation for him to walk out of the crowd. He walked towards the ox-headed hero who had achieved victory on the field in front of him. At this moment, he had a feeling that his fate was in his hands for the first time.

When a warrior ascended to the top, he would definitely accept the challenge. That was when a true warrior would accept the challenge, but everyone knew that this declaration was just a matter of situation. In fact, no one challenged the champion after obtaining victory. Then, he decided that the glory of the brave warrior had been acknowledged by all of us. Please accept the honor of the birth of the Nth Magic Festival warrior of Yinhuang Town!

At the same time, almost eighty percent of the gazes were immediately fixed on the youth walking up the stage. His gaze was calm, but it carried an unquestionable nervousness, and his expression was like he was devoutly waiting for a prayer, or perhaps a kind of faith, making people not dare to look directly at him. Even Morgan couldn't help but slightly glance at him, because he naturally didn't know the rules of this competition, so he looked at the young man with a blank face.