Alvin's opponent this time is still a martial arts player. He heard that his opponent is from the Teshedali Academy in Maine.
This martial arts player did a very good job of targeting him. He was wearing heavy silver magic armor, and his face could no longer be seen on his head. Obviously it was specially designed to deal with Alvin's instant magic. Alvin couldn't help but be speechless.
At the beginning, Alvin didn't give his opponent a chance to get close to him like he did in the previous game. After a few instant spells, he used Sky Break to widen the distance between him and his opponent. However, this martial arts player didn't even think about fighting with Alvin in hand-to-hand combat, and stayed on the spot to strengthen his martial arts status.
A few of Alvin's instant spells hit the martial arts players, and they were almost painless. He looked at it with surprise, thinking that the effect of this magical heavy armor was extraordinary. So he threw a few high-level magics up. The magics from Alvin's staff were all dark magic, and destroying the mind was the effect of dark magic. However, those high-level spells did not interrupt the martial arts players' skills at all. Instead, they exploded into a turbulent flow of magic on the magic heavy armor.
Now the situation became very unfavorable to Alvin. It turns out that from the beginning to the present, the opponent has been adding high-level martial arts to enhance magic defense.
"First rely on the magic heavy armor to buy time for your martial arts, and then rely on the high-level magic defense state to withstand the magic damage." Alvin frowned and thought, obviously not expecting his opponent to make so many preparations.
The key thing is that Alvin does not dare to stop at this time to find the opponent's flaws, because once he stops, the opponent will definitely take the opportunity to strengthen his body and engage in close combat with him. When he thought of having a close combat with a martial arts player, Alvin thought of the embarrassing appearance in the last fight.
At this time, some of the audience had already seen the clues, and many people had begun to suspect that the magical Alvin was going to be revealed here.
Alvin had no other choice, so he used his special skills and released the "Light Shield". This time it completely satisfied the audience’s viewing demands.
"Ho, ho," cheers started to come one after another in the field, and no one cared that Alvin would risk losing his life every time he used this move.
Alvin can control the range of the light shield by controlling his own magic power, a technique he has mastered to perfection. But once the light shield is expanded to a range that he cannot control on the first day of the game, he will face the threat of death again.
The martial arts player looked up and saw that Alvin's light shield was up, and he felt a little uneasy. After swinging the spear, he stood up and shot Alvin's light shield.
However, he has not used martial arts to strengthen his strength so far, so he naturally does not pose any threat to the light shield. In Alvin's view, an attack of this level is much weaker than the elemental matter that is pouring in outside the light shield.
The martial artist did not waver at all, and stabbed seven times in a row - straight thrust, sweeping, upward thrust, downward slash, diagonal hook to probe the moon, sweeping snow to chase the wind, and a blue dragon breaking through the sea. The whole set of marksmanship is powerful and powerful, without any sloppiness.
These seven blows hit the light shield, and Alvin clearly felt that the power of each move was increasing. By the last shot, Alvin was shocked and dizzy. It was obvious that the light shield had endured too much force for a while, and his body began to tire.
The martial arts player's gun skills become stronger the more he fights. Every time he makes a move, he can absorb beneficial substances around him. In addition, there are already a large amount of elemental substances around the light shield, which accelerates his absorption speed. , after a set of marksmanship, his strength has been strengthened twice as much as usual.
Alvin groaned in his heart. Although he knew that the enemy was using a large number of material elements around the light shield, there was nothing he could do about it. The light shield would have consumed a lot of his magic power and physical strength. At this moment, his opponent was still going crazy, firing left and right shots to put pressure on the light shield. The feeling of overdraft in his body began to creep up on every fiber of his body again. nerve.
In fact, Alvin can absorb the energy accumulated on the light shield at this time and release one or two ancient high-level magics with astonishing damage. But thinking that the other party still has high-level magic defense, I don't dare to take risks. If the opponent blocks it and you don't have the magic power to activate the second light shield, then the game is over.
So Alvin has been enduring. This time he has to accurately grasp the limit of what his body can bear, and then he must defeat the enemy with one blow. If it were the same as on the first day of the competition, if the uncontrollable energy surged into my body, it would be life-threatening. If it does not absorb enough magical energy, it is very likely that it will not be able to severely damage the opponent.
Seeing the pained look on Alvin's face, the martial arts player's confidence increased greatly, and his marksmanship became more and more superb.
Alvin frowned as he watched his opponent launch a powerful and heavy shot, chanting ancient magic with a sullen expression, not being fettered by the crazy magic and physical strength flowing out of his body.
"Hmph, the strength of the crossbow is at its end." The martial artist said with disdain, took three steps away vigorously, reached the bottom of the gun with his hand, held the gun back, twisted his arm, and poured all his strength into this fatal blow, " Follow my trick - mountains and seas will not look back."
This spear carries a thunderous momentum, and the figure of the martial arts player is like a god of war holding a spear and silver armor. With one spear in front, the man and the spear merge into one, moving forward without any other thought.
The entire audience was stunned by the martial arts player's shot, and many people had already stood up to watch.
Onian was attracted by the exclamations in the field and walked out of the player tunnel to watch the game. Originally, players were not allowed to enter the next game in advance. Of course, for the princess, the black-clad deacon still turned a blind eye. Eyesight.
She frowned and looked at Alvin, who looked miserable in the light shield, and cursed, "What a fool who doesn't care about life and death," but she held her hand tightly on her silver staff.
In the stands of the lower nobles, a red-haired figure stood next to Prince Resa, staring closely at the "little bastard" in the sky, his palms became sweaty.
"Here we come, looking at this posture, we have to fight hard again." Lai Wu sighed helplessly. Kaiba and Chen Zhu stood beside him, looking solemnly into the air.
A "clang" sound resounded throughout the audience, and the tip of the spear touched the light shield. The martial arts player was so shocked that he almost dropped his spear, but the outer wall of the light shield was like a calm lake.
This shocking shot didn't cause any ripples? The gun tip also failed to enter the light shield even half an inch.
However, looking at Alvin's face, you can tell that it's not that simple. Long lines of blood have been spilled from his nostrils and corners of his mouth. Apparently, this blow caused the blood and energy in his body to surge, and his physical strength and magic power began to go crazy beyond his control. pouring.
"That's it now." Alvin laughed wildly, his face showing an unprecedented ferocity.
The light shield was withdrawn, and countless material energy poured in, washing his body like a storm. Every nerve and every pore could feel the intertwining of life and death, and various energies entangled in his body. The power of that shot was more like a mad bull, rushing back and forth through his internal organs.
"Poof" Alvin spat out a big mouthful of blood, and the blood drowned the dark gem on the staff, but he seemed not to feel the pain at all, and his eyes were full of disturbing fanaticism, as if he had lost his mind. .
The martial arts player stared at Alvin blankly, frightened by his terrifying face, but what frightened him even more was what he saw the next second.
Countless turbulent streams of magic spurted out from the top of Alvin's staff. The lazy afternoon sunlight was obscured by this weird purple color, and all the eyes of the audience fell on the purple light.
"Magic explosion!" He shouted loudly, holding the staff tightly with both hands, his hair dancing wildly, and the magic flow burst out in an instant, more like it exploded without rules. This is the most basic form of magic energy. appearance. Alvin didn't know how to control this violent magical energy at all. If he allowed them to explode freely, anyone who was close to them would be annihilated by these violent currents.
The martial arts player watched the snake-like purple magic turbulence coming towards him along the spear, and was secretly frightened. Before he could react, he was swallowed up by the turbulence coming towards him.
The martial arts player was still lucky that his high-level magic defense could block such an attack. Only when the turbulence of magic eroded his mind did he realize his naivety. The turbulent flow of magic penetrated through his skin and exploded inside his body. Alvin can be said to be very "familiar" with this taste.
However, no martial arts player has ever experienced this feeling. The feeling that every blood vessel and every nerve is suffering instantly overwhelmed his consciousness. However, the magical energy around him seemed to be sentient, invading his body continuously.
"Ah..." the martial arts player screamed, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. After falling from the sky, many viewers discovered that there was smoke coming out of the armor.
A black-clad deacon quickly raised his hand to indicate that Alvin had won. The other deacons immediately surrounded the martial arts player. Seeing that he was seriously injured, they brought up the stretcher prepared on the sidelines. The martial arts player was just carried down.
Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nose with his hands. He gasped for air, causing a cough. His throat felt sweet and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
The audience wanted to celebrate Alvin's comeback victory again, but they still exclaimed when they saw him vomiting blood.
Upon seeing this, a deacon asked him if he wanted to help. Alvin shook his head and walked back while coughing. He felt dizzy and swollen, and his steps were sloppy.
Someone sitting in the stands looked at Alvin like this and cursed, "You deserve it."
Alvin staggered towards the players' tunnel, saw Onian looking at him with a worried expression, and smiled proudly.
Seeing that he could still be brave, Onian glared at him angrily.
Alvin smiled before he was about to speak. Another large mouthful of blood welled up in his chest and spurted out with a "pop". He looked very cool, and then he fell down with his feet.
Onian quickly went up and hugged him, looking anxiously at the man in her arms, only to see that he was still smiling stupidly, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, and making bloody bubbles from time to time.
Alvin lay in the princess's soft embrace, smelling her faint fragrance, and felt that his life was worth it. If he still had some strength, he would rub his face against the softness of her chest. Thinking about it, he passed out completely, with a satisfied smile on his face.
