"I won't tell you anymore, it's time for me to go on stage."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he used his legs to form an arch, took off and landed on the competition platform.
In Han Yi's mind, there is not much difference between men and women. To put it bluntly, they are all human beings.
Everyone is equal. When fighting, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman. As long as you are an enemy, just fight! ?.?????.???
Standing opposite Han Yi was a slightly quiet-looking girl with some freckles on her face, a high-level one-star magician.
Song Jiao is also a student of the thunder department, but she does not have a system. The other two departments are the water system and the ice system.
Two strong controls and one high damage are definitely a nightmare for physical masters.
The prerequisite is a normal physical master.
boom!
Han Yi's metal fists made a crisp sound.
Song Jiao didn't speak, but stared at Han Yi with her eyes.
The opponent looked like a reckless man at first glance. Facing a magician with excellent maneuverability like himself, the winning rate cannot be said to be low, it can only be said to be almost non-existent.
What magicians rely on is not brute force and super destructive magic, but brains.
Song Jiao was very confident in her heart, but on the outside she was still observing Han Yi with vigilance.
"Game start!"
boom!
Han Yi suddenly rushed towards Song Jiao in front of him like a bolt of lightning.
Song Jiao saw that Han Yi was rushing towards her very quickly.
A three-meter-high water wave appeared out of thin air and was suddenly photographed.
The water wave magic covered the entire competition stage. It was almost impossible for Han Yi to avoid it, so he chose.
Be tough!
Then he was submerged by the waves.
"Thunderfall!"
When Song Jiao opened her mouth, a purple lightning suddenly struck down.
Lightning struck directly at Han Yi's location, and the water waves were also conductive, causing a wave of elemental reactions.
"Freeze!"
In an instant, the water waves emitting lightning on the field froze, and Han Yi turned into ice.
"Thunderbird!"
Song Jiao gathered most of the magic energy in her body, and a three-meter-long purple thunderbird fell from the sky.
The ice on the field shattered, and the deputy director thought that Han Yi would definitely lose. After all, even the most powerful high-level astral master could not withstand this magical bombardment.
However, who knew that at this moment, a loud shout with sonic power suddenly sounded on the field.
"I will make a pledge with the gods to kill your mother with one punch!"
Song Jiao was shocked by Han Yi's voice and her ears rang for a moment. Not only that, her brain also lost all thinking ability at this moment, and she could only stand there blankly.
What is the situation of Han Yi and Song Jiao? They are dog heads with 500 layers of Q at full level. Against a skill level 6 sword girl, no matter how awesome your skills are, in the face of the damage of 500 layers of Q, you are still just in trouble. Bells and whistles.
Bang!
"puff!"
Song Jiao was punched in the lower abdomen by Han Yi. She spat out a mouthful of blood and flew directly into the air.
"Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Palms!"
Han Yi turned into an afterimage in the air, and a dozen familiar metal platforms appeared around him.
boom! boom! boom!
After being slapped eighteen times in a row, the onlookers could not help but gasp.
Boom!
Song Jiao fell heavily on the competition table and lost consciousness.
Han Yi won easily.
Seeing Song Jiao being rushed away by the medical staff, the vice president was stunned.
What the hell is this?
When did physical masters become so defiant?
It’s okay for you to go against the sky at the middle level, but this is the high level. It’s a qualitative leap. You can still go against the sky like this. This is a bit too much.
"I didn't understand it, but I was shocked."
The vice-dean couldn't help but complain in his heart.
After Han Yi stepped down from the stage, he said with some dissatisfaction:
"Real food, I haven't even had enough of it."
Several other people were silent after hearing this.
Good guy, it has to be Han Yi.
The next match is between Ye Feng and Tian Haopeng, a gold magician.
"Come on Ye Feng! I'll videotape you down below."
Zi Ling found a long-tube camera from somewhere and was looking at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng smiled bitterly, "This girl can make trouble if she wants to."
He was too tired to care.
Anyway, I am a clone, so what does the trouble of the main body have to do with me?
If Ye Feng knew what the clone was doing at this time, he would think of a way to beat the clone before removing his external incarnation.
In fact, Ye Feng's external incarnation has two modes, one is for one person to control the two numbers, and the other is to automatically turn on the intelligence.
It was obvious that Ye Feng chose the latter one because he didn't want to bother him. He had his own intelligence and didn't need to worry about it at all.
Ye Feng walked slowly to the competition platform, chirping like an old lady crossing the street.
"The competition begins!"
boom!
"The competition is over, Ye Feng wins and gets the promotion spot."
What happened just now?
Tian Haopeng, who was lying under the competition table, was a little confused as to why the competition was over.
Not only the person involved, but no one except the deputy dean responded.
The deputy dean's mouth twitched.
This one is even more heavyweight.
At the beginning, a super-fast flame spray magic was used directly at the opponent's feet. Before the opponent could react, the powerful flame power knocked him off the competition platform.
And just now he saw clearly the opponent's strength.
High-end three stars!
This is absolutely incredible!
