Although Wizard is a large guild that has only become powerful in recent years, it is in response to the old saying: the general trend of the world: if we divide for a long time, we will unite, and if we unite for a long time, we will divide. No matter how powerful the past dynasties were, their decline is inevitable. Therefore, the current rampage of these powerful forces is the inevitable result.
They rely on their own strength and means to stand among many players, and at the same time they have gained recognition and respect from the majority of players. Their strength is justified and confident, so every dynasty that once declined has also fallen before its decline. In the past, these strong men like today have shown their fearless attitude countless times: We are not afraid of any challenges, and we will kill anyone who comes to attack us.
At most, it's just a difference in behavior style.
Luo Riguyan, the president of Vizard, has a very experienced ID name, but he is still quite sophisticated in his conduct. In the eyes of the majority of players, he is a...good guy with a rough voice and a burly figure. His actions are well-founded, calm and measured, and he is broad-minded and can tolerate what others can't tolerate. Although his His temper was a bit irritable, but it often came and went quickly. He even started laughing with his team members again within a few minutes, so the image he left to the guild members was quite reliable and he established a very high credibility. . Judging from Wizard's development in the free world, his leadership is also very effective - Wizard's activities are very wide-ranging, and his relations with the principalities and empires are very harmonious. From this point of view Judging from the above, the handling style of the fourth largest guild in the alliance is quite consistent with the personality of its president.
Not every president has a common problem, which is saving face.
There is nothing that can be done about this, because the face of a president basically represents the face of a guild. No matter how gentle a person is, he cannot abandon his personal honor and disgrace without considering the honor and disgrace of the guild as a whole. Therefore, if the president of a guild is scolded for some reason outside, no matter whether it is his fault or not, the situation must be recovered. Otherwise, the president will probably not be able to continue to lead the guild. The guild will keep going.
Since the alliance has developed for so many years, many terms, unspoken rules, and unwritten rules have been gradually standardized and completed. However, they are still unable to stop the various disputes between players, not only because of the countless disputes between the major guilds. The unclear grievances and hatreds still exist because of the unavoidable problems of face, dignity, credibility and other human nature. However, compared to the previous game world, the game world after the alliance was established has become much more peaceful. At least most players can understand the purpose of a sudden war between two players or two guilds.
Therefore, Luo Rigu Yan's reaction at this time was also within the expectations of the onlookers.
The large red robe was billowing around him, and the air around him began to stir. Lueyi Guyan's face was ashen, and there was a faint fiery red light rising from his inch-long hair. The closest onlookers could already feel the heat wave coming from the pavement, so they stepped back one after another, making the originally irregular circle even more irregular.
Luo Riguyan's sophistication is also very famous in the circle of well-known players, but correspondingly, other professional players also know his temper very well. Thanks to his character, he unexpectedly acquired a fire elemental physique in the free world - this is the elemental attribute that many players who yearn for the magician profession dream of, because everyone can think of fire with their feet. The elemental element should be the most offensive element among the four elements. In past magic-themed games, the performance of fire magicians has proven this time and time again. So when the president of Wizard was first reported to have a physique of fire magic, apart from everyone's unexpected mood, the only thing left to think of was that Wizard's strength in the free world would be even higher. Take it to the next level.
However, at this time, in the face of Jian Beidong's blatant provocation, someone blocked his president's opportunity to show his strength.
"You have to take care of this yourself." Fusheng Limeng, who was still dressed in black cloth, reached out and patted the shoulder of the burly figure who was half a head taller than himself, then ignored the hot breath of the red figure and walked away. Arriving in front of him: "You don't want to regret it, do you?"
The red flames that were about to reach the sky gradually disappeared.
"This is a duel between us." Fusheng Limeng looked at the direction of the roof without looking back, and tapped the palm of his other hand with the flute-like stick in his hand: "So, let's Let me sort things out here."
"You go take care of other things."
"Hey, hum..." Luo Rigu Yan's expression also returned to its usual calmness. He looked at the bleak figure who was still leaning against the chimney, then lifted up his sleeves, turned around and left the place with his men: "Then... I'll give you a chance to resolve your grievances fairly."
"Don't come back dead, Master Military Advisor."
The mountain wind howled, blowing the clothes of Luo Rigu Yan and his men into the air. The dust and fallen leaves in Fengwu Square were also swept up into the air by this gust of wind, blocking the field of view for a moment. Affected by this, the rest of the audience covered their eyes with their arms. When the strong wind blew over and they looked back at the center of the square, there were only two people left in that place.
"It's Jian Beidong! He's coming down!"
"Is this...really going to start a fight?"
"Finally! It's about to begin!"
"Come on Jian Beidong! I'm your fan!"
"Kill that pretentious scholar!"
"I don't know what they are excited about. Aren't they just two people fighting?"
Duan Qing frowned and looked calmly in the direction next to him. Two people who looked like the aborigines of the Free Continent were standing next to him, using low voices to express completely different ideas from the surrounding players.
"Hush, this is a duel. Although it is a decision between adventurers, honor and life are also on the line..."
"What's on the line? It's just two adventurers. Are their lives as valuable as those noble gentlemen? Can they get us food? Can they deal with those bandits..."
"Hush!" Another person quickly interrupted his companion's complaint: "There are so many adventurers here, do you want to be beaten to death?"
"What are you afraid of? They are just a bunch of wild men. You can see them fighting all day long in the Axel Tavern... If you have the ability, go out and kill all the bandits, and make some contributions to Fenghua Town... ....”
"It's too forced. Didn't you hear that those bandits have backers? They are not even afraid of the principality's army. I guess the city guards are also..."
"Hmph, so that old guy Patch is not good at all, and that guy Rama, probably too..."
"Shhh!! What's wrong with you today? Why are you complaining so much! Let's go, let's go and have a drink at Carter's Tavern. I'll treat you."
Duan Qing looked away from the two leaving townspeople, and then heard Mengzhu's excited shout: "Uncle Qingshan! Uncle Qingshan, what are you looking at! They are about to start fighting!"
"Let's start the fight..." Duan Qing replied absently.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Jian Beidong..." Duan Qing touched his chin and replied casually.
"What? Don't guess so casually, okay?" Mengzhu said with some dissatisfaction: "At least tell me the reason. Also, I think the player in the black cloth suit is also very handsome..."
So your judgment standard is who is handsome, right... Duan Qing patted his forehead and temporarily put down the bad premonition in his heart: "Jian Beidong is a player who has been famous for a long time. , you should have heard of his reputation, that guy..."
"After experiencing so many things, I should have grown a lot."
"Really?" In the little girl's confused eyes, the smiling uncle also participated in the discussion: "But this is a free world, and..."
"The other party is just a dreamer."
"Oh, I know him. He is a player with a very good mind..."
"And the other party is from Wizard."
"Uh..." Duan Qing was about to retort, then suddenly thought of something and lowered his raised arm.
"You have also thought about it." The smiling butcher crossed his arms and looked at the increasingly tight air in the center of the square: "The members of Wizard are developing very slowly in the free world. People’s habits are not irrelevant.”
"They basically only accept mages." Duan Qing continued in a low voice.
"Yes, so this floating dream... is probably also a mage." Uncle Smile pointed forward: "And in the free world, the most unpredictable battle..."
"It's a battle with the mage."
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"Are you ready?"
The mountain breeze gradually became smaller, and the scene in Fengwu Square gradually became clearly visible. The voices of the onlookers gradually became quiet as the scene became clearer - they also wanted to hear what the two sides of the duel would say.
"Since I'm here, I'm naturally ready." Jian Beidong's sword was not fastened to his waist, but wrapped around his chest with his arms. The tall sword hilt was pointed toward the sky, as if Showing his unruly aura: "But judging from your president's attitude, it seems that he has some... opinions."
"Those opinions are also your opinions." Fusheng Limeng shook his head slightly bitterly: "I promise, as long as you stop making weird remarks, this battle... will only be between you and me."
"Hmph, can I take this sentence as a threat?" Jian Beidong looked around at the quiet crowd: "I expected you to come together, so naturally you won't be afraid... ..Huh?"
"Those stalls...are they from your guild?"
"Ah..." The scholar in black smiled sheepishly: "Yes."
Jian Beidong didn't speak anymore, but looked at the other party with a winter-like expression.
"Don't get me wrong, I just think this battle is only for players... Oh no, only adventurers are watching. It's really boring, so we, Wizard, made these food to attract some ordinary townspeople. Come."
"You should feel happier that more people can witness the duel between us."
Jian Beidong still didn't speak, but slowly lowered his arm and at the same time raised his sword in his hand.
As the atmosphere around him became quieter, he drew out his sword in an almost slow-motion motion. Correspondingly, the face of the scholar in black standing opposite him gradually became serious, and then he He moved his feet back, assuming a defensive posture.
"In that case..." When another gust of mountain wind blew up the old cloak, Jian Beidong started this world-famous duel with one sentence.
"Then let everyone see what your fate will be."
He held the sword across his chest, then swung it to his side, pointing the tip of the sword straight at the ground.
"Scoff..." Amidst Duan Qing's scoffing, Jian Beidong disappeared.
Fu Sheng Lv Meng's eyes narrowed, and then he raised the short stick in his hand. A blue light surrounded him, and then suddenly shined, reflecting colorful streams of light under the sunlight.
The stream of light gradually condensed, and then... turned into ice crystals, heading towards the end of the sunlight - in that direction, the shabby cloak rustled in the air, and Jian Beidong held the sword in one hand, rising from the high It suddenly fell from the sky, and the long sword in his hand exuded a cold light that was completely incompatible with the Fire Moon.
The ice crystals exploded in the next moment.
The falling force from the high altitude made Jian Beidong's sword so powerful that he easily broke through the simple defense without even using his own strength. Amidst the crashing sound of landing, Jian Beidong put one hand on the ground, quickly scanned the colorful light reflected by the ice crystals in the sky with his sharp eyes, then put one hand on the ground and jumped behind him.
He didn't find the other party's figure, so he could only retreat temporarily. And the facts proved that his choice was correct.
Where he was originally squatting, a cold light suddenly appeared in the air. Although the blue light was slightly invisible at first, after a moment, it suddenly spread and broke through the dust that was blown up all over the sky. , turned into a cold breath on the ground.
"He is actually...a water magician." Jian Beidong slowly stood up from the ground. He dusted off his shabby clothes that were so light that they were almost weightless, and looked at the frozen area on the ground where he was before: "It's just that the tactics... are a little simpler. "
"I don't expect to be able to defeat you easily." The dust gradually dispersed, and a black figure belonging to the floating dream appeared on the other side of the frozen area: "But..."
"I can still do what the mage and melee professions can do."
He raised a hand and... threw a blue ball-like object.
The blue ball that looked like water and ice flew through the air and hit Jian Beidong's body, but was easily dodged by the other party. He was not discouraged, but continued to condense more water bombs with his hands and threw them towards his opponent.
For a time, stray bullets were flying on the scene, and even some spectators watching on the sidelines were affected by these stray bullets, making the originally quiet "auditorium" become lively. However, the two players on the field were obviously not affected by these spectators. Jian Beidong even slowly approached his opponent while constantly dodging.
"You wouldn't think..." He used a few more small jumps to close the distance between the two sides to within a few meters, and then dwarfed and accelerated his speed a little: "This level of Spell suppression..."
"Can you stop me easily?"
He ducked and lunged forward.
Another ice bullet flew over his head. He suddenly raised his body and struck the opponent's direction from bottom to top with the long sword in his hand. The surrounding air was blown away in both directions by the force of the sword. Amid Jian Beidong's violent shouts, the sword with a slight red light struck the opponent's chest in an instant.
"It's a fatal attack!"
"It's over!"
"I didn't expect it to happen so soon..."
Amid the exclamations from all around, Mengzhu opened her mouth in shock: "It's so fast..."
"Not so fast." Duan Qing shook his head: "Even if I don't understand water magic, I can still see it... Look."
The sword cut through the opponent's body, and then scattered the body like ripples.
"It's fake." Duan Qing spread his hands and said.
The instantaneous transformation did not stop because of the dissipation of the water-like illusion. Behind the illusion, a huge stream of water appeared out of thin air, and then sprayed forward. The high pressure of the water flow made a deafening sound in the air, then broke through the shackles of the air, crossed a distance of more than ten meters in mid-air, and finally passed rapidly on the ground, washing away the dust accumulated all year round in Fengwu Square. A piece of pure land revealed a long clean stone road.
Jian Beidong's figure appeared at the end of the long road. Although his whole body was soaked by the water and he looked very embarrassed, judging from his face, the previous powerful blow did not seem to cause any substantial damage to him. He slowly stood up from the ground with an expressionless face, caressed his wet hair casually, and looked at his opponent who was gradually approaching not far away. The next moment, the moisture dissipated along with the water flow on the ground - that was a sign that the spell was about to lose its effect.
He sneered, then stood with his sword in hand again, and looked at the approaching scholar in black. The latter stopped a few meters away from him. He smiled meaningfully, then withdrew again and repositioned himself. He adopted the same defensive posture as at the beginning, provoking the opponent in this way, and also heralding... the beginning of the upcoming second round of the battle.
"Look, look, look, the side you like is being beaten by the opponent." On the sidelines, the little girl's voice shouted at the right time: "Isn't it because of your poisonous milk?"
"How is it possible!" Duan Qing shouted: "My vision is not wrong, and..."
"The battle hasn't really started yet. Next...is the real beginning."
