Daydreaming Idiot God/C9 Bitter tea
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C9 Bitter tea

It was a bitter smile under the green sky, but the aftertaste was endless, and it was filled with the sweetness of bitterness. He thought of the bitter tea, and many of the children in Youlang Town would warmly accept this cup from their mother every winter, so the entire room was filled with the same warm smell. He could not forget this feeling, because it was the only memory of his childhood before the age of five, and after the age of five, he had never drunk a cup of bitter tea that his mother had personally poured for him.

The countless ice arrows turned into dust when they were close to the crowd, fluttering on the faces of many people like dew. As a result, everyone's faces were wet, as if heavy moisture had flowed down from their eyes.

The crowd was dumbstruck as they watched this spectacular scene. No one said a word.

Although the ice arrows lost their magic power when they were not far away, Morgan, who was the closest to the area where the ice arrows were covering, was still able to kill. Countless ice arrows were still able to pierce through his defenseless body, and a heart-wrenching pain came over him, causing his clothes to instantly tear into countless pieces. If not for the protection magic from the referee, these ice arrows would have been able to pierce through his outer clothes and leave him with a few bloody holes.

Morgan was also really frightened by this. He inwardly cursed, "F * * k!" He was originally going to go easy, but who knew that this fellow was actually an expert! He had almost lost his life!

Turning around, Morgan waved both of his hands, and two fire fists appeared beside him. The feeling that fire fists could open up an adult's hand to block the little Six Cyclone spell returned, and the two fire fists once again opened up. Morgan knew that his understanding and mastery of fire fists had broken through a certain boundary, but he still had not solved the crucial problem of how to accurately control fire fists from a distance. "BOOM!" Boom! Another wave of ice arrows came flying over like a blizzard.

He seemed to know that this was the stage of his life. Only with such a scene, which attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people, would he be able to attack even more brazenly, like the pleasure of releasing his arms and legs at the same time. No one knew how much excitement the young man, who had been concealing his magical power for over ten years, had felt in this moment. Sometimes, these dozen years were enough for him to change his view of the world, change his personality, even change his methods.

Morgan successfully used the Fire Fist to sweep away the wind and snow in front of him and arrived in front of Ioria. What shocked him at that moment wasn't Iorya's magic, but his current face, which was filled with tears from excitement.

The youth was crying while the snow was drifting in the air. The boiling scene stirred up the hearts of many people.

When Morgan's Fire Fist arrived in front of him, he saw all the water bags in Aorya's arms burst at the same time, then countless storms gushed out. They were so turbulent that it seemed like a cold tide had passed through Tengger Lamu, boiling and filling the grassland where the sun should have been.

Physical attacks were completely useless at this moment, just like a fisherman facing a storm in a vast ocean. Even the strongest fisherman couldn't display his own exquisite techniques, avoiding the surging power from nature. Morgan was swept up by the storm and directly thrown out of the arena, announcing the end of the match.

And the storm didn't stop for a moment, it rushed out of the booth and welcomed them with its claws waving, as if it was roaring at the sky, and then quickly solidified into an ice sculpture. Then, it started to vaporize in a way that didn't conform to the laws of physics, turning into countless flying dewdrops.

The sound of the crowd echoed throughout the entire Copper Deer Square, and many people couldn't believe that their worshipped Ox-head Warrior had actually been defeated. What was even more unbelievable was that the young man standing in front of them was the little idiot, Aoriya Jr., from the small, inconspicuous area east of Youlan Town.

At this moment, the crowd deeply believed that sometimes the most sensational things were the people and things they had overlooked the most in the past. For example, the family members of Aoriya, the distant relatives of Aoriya's family, and this insignificant Huang Huang Town at the foot of Puckering's school, one of the biggest magic schools in the entire Buckingham Continent, could actually make such a contrast and brilliance out of such a common life one day.

At this moment, the fat middle-aged man in the audience couldn't help but want to cry from the excitement. He knew this Eoriah as well, but he still couldn't believe that this was Eoriah because he was his son! Arthur Elijah! He shouted with all his might, "It's my son! It's my son! It's really my son!"

The people beside him stared at him strangely. 'Can you shut up? That's still my son!' Please don't use such tricks, who knows how many sons you became in the last champion!

The tears of Oreza dried up very quickly, and he could not shed any more tears. All of the tears were of joy. This was magic, the power to control dreams and change fate. This was true magic!

Thank you.

When he wanted to say this to the ox-headed man, Aoriya had already lost sight of him on the competition stage. In his eyes, the last strike of the ox-headed man could have been launched, but he stopped, letting himself be blown away by his own wind and snow, letting Aoriya grasp his true strength. Therefore, Aoriya could only thank him from the bottom of his heart, this was the first time in more than ten years that he had shown gratitude towards a person, he believed he could always remember the appearance of a person like this.

When the crowd finally recognized that Ilya was a genius in magic, he had actually left the competition grounds under everyone's watchful eyes. He had even walked out of the crowd. At this moment, someone patted his shoulder.

The person patting his shoulder was a man wearing a peaked cap. His eyes were as cold as ice. His appearance was outstanding and cold, making him feel ashamed of his own appearance.

If it was a normal situation like this, Eolia would definitely not have done anything. He just left with his head lowered. His self-contained nature prevented him from talking to other people in a calm manner. He was always on his guard, but he subconsciously asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The man nodded and adjusted the brim of his hat. Your magic talent is good.

Oreza froze, unable to react to the sudden realization.

If you want to learn magic, come with me. I can take you to Murphy's School, and we need people like you.

Mephistopheles? Learning magic? At that moment, a feeling of infinite surprise and happiness struck Aioriya. He nodded and followed the man. Perhaps there was no reason for him to stay in this Serene Huang Town any longer.

Perhaps there was also Brother Shu, who came back every year from Puclin's school, who had made it difficult for him to part with this place. Perhaps Brother Shu, who had returned immediately after his vacation, would no longer be able to see the boy who often pretended to pass by or lie on the fence and peek at her, but that didn't matter anymore. There would be more boys who would silently watch the trajectory of her life, rather than themselves. He should go to Mephistopheles, learn more advanced magic, and walk his own path.

When she thought of this, she said, Who are you? Can you guarantee that I'll be able to go to the Mephistopheles?

Going to a famous magic school to learn magic was the dream of any youth on the East Continent. This dream was too big for Eoryya, and he was worried that the man in front of him would be able to help him achieve it. Who was he?

The stern man turned his head and smiled. "I have a certain right to speak at Murphy's School. You can call me in the future, Morrison."

He felt that the Tauren mask on Morgan's face right now was exceptionally amiable, so he just sat down right in front of him. Compared to the noise in front of the audience stands, they seemed to be divided into two different worlds, and at this moment, the two people who were covered in sunlight and dust were feeling indescribably relaxed, as if they were in the middle of a summer afternoon.

The Alps knew what Morgan wanted to say. At most, it was an apology, but he directly patted Morgan on the shoulder because he didn't want to say those disgusting words about the items that you got the rewards for, "It doesn't matter, Morgan said honestly. At the time when I let you go on stage, I never thought you would actually make it all the way to the final champion. What you lack now is only your experience in magic.

The Alps thought for a moment and felt that his words were a bit full, so he added, "Of course, you still have to find out more. Morgan, perhaps you didn't realize it yourself, but I already knew that your potential is limitless, and now I really feel sorry for those women from the student union. If you continue to participate in this Magic Competition, I can guarantee that you will personally tell them why flowers are so red."

I know my own strength, so if I were to face off against someone like Roberts, I still wouldn't be able to win. Although I can summon two fire fist techniques, perhaps it would be good to bluff at the start, but once the opponent catches hold of my weak point which I can't freely control, I basically have no way of fighting back.

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