Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Kakakka~!

The sound of a switch turning on was heard.

Then, a series of high screens appeared, showing the scenes inside the arena.

Under the screen frame, there are a large number of skeletons guarding it, preventing onlookers from approaching or destroying it.

The crowd watching the excitement looked up at the screen, their eyes wide open with expressions of disbelief.

“I can see the scenes inside!”

"Another new type of prop. I haven't seen it before."

"This thing is great. We can see it even from the back, and we don't have to squeeze so far forward, which can be dangerous."

Some business representatives were also looking at the screen.

"What kind of item is this? If it can be sold, it must be worth a lot."

"The island owner has many new props. We can ask him when the time comes."

"I'm afraid even the association's headquarters doesn't have this kind of prop that can display the picture."

"Stop talking, the island owner is coming up."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a picture of Wu Heng, dressed in a wizard's robe, standing on one side of the arena, with a hooded skeleton servant wearing leather armor next to him.

The challenger on the opposite side was also wearing a robe with leather armor on the outside, and had blond hair and Bluetooth.

Most people have heard the news.

This is also the first time I see a challenger look like this.

"You're not that old!"

"I heard that he is a genius of the younger generation of the association. His background must be different."

"You can see it."

"Who do you support?"

"The island owner, his background is similar to ours, and he changed his job in a short time."

"That's right. He represents Treasure Island. He will just turn around and leave if he wins or loses. It has nothing to do with us."

"Too."

……

On the fighting stage.

"Both parties have confirmed, the fight begins!"

As Shi Yali finished her words, her body quickly retreated.

In a duel, two people cast spells at the same time.

Wu Heng's body was wrapped in bone armor, and then a preset shield took effect. Luan's body was also wrapped in a light yellow magician shield.

Then, a staff appeared in Luan's hand, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he pointed the staff forward suddenly. Several ice-blue ice cones shot out instantly, as fast as arrows.

Wu Heng also took out his staff, swung it casually, and shot out a fireball.

Boom~!

Ice cones and fireballs collided with the epidemic, stirring up flames and ice crystals all over the sky.

"You can also cast energy-shaping spells, not bad!" Luan praised casually, raised his staff, and quickly condensed the spell.

The thick lightning snake shot out again.

Wu Heng also released a bolt of lightning.

Boom! Ziz!

The two lightning bolts collided again, and lightning flashed in all directions.

"I want to see how many spells from other factions you know." Luan sneered.

Air vortices appeared from all around, and robes rustled.

Then, countless silver-white flying birds appeared from all around, densely packed like a flock of swallows returning to their nests, and flew down from the sky and all around towards the position of Wu Heng and the skeleton attendants.

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.

I've never seen this spell.

He ran quickly with his feet sideways.

The silver-white bird seemed to have recognized him, following closely behind him and flying into his body.

Bang Bang Bang ~!

A series of explosions sounded, and the location where Wu Heng was was instantly engulfed by lightning.

It was like being covered by dense explosions.

Thick smoke rose, covering the surroundings.

No one escaped, and the target was lost from sight.

Lu An raised his eyebrows, "It's over just at the beginning? With this kind of strength, how can he become the owner of Treasure Island? His strength is even worse than I imagined, not even as good as an ordinary vice-deacon of the association!"

……

Looking at the scene on the screen where Wu Heng's figure was covered by silver-white flying birds, everyone frowned tightly.

"No way!"

"The island owner has killed so many pirates, how can he be so weak?"

"I said that the Necromancer is not suitable for fighting. If a skeleton goes up to him, he will beat the shit out of him."

"What's the point of saying this? The duel was agreed upon by both parties."

……

"Hey! He was too harsh. I told Luan to be careful about the situation. Letting him compete with the younger generation will also help him hone himself. Why did he hit him so harshly?"

In the stands, the old wizard scolded with a smile.

Xilagui glanced sideways and saw only false modesty on the other person's face.

He snorted coldly and said nothing.

Although I don't believe Wu Heng will lose to the opponent.

But he also paid attention to the fighting arena.

If there is real danger, fly over to save people.

……

"Sister, the island owner doesn't seem to have an advantage."

A younger brother beside McIntosh said softly.

Being covered by such dense spells right at the beginning, even melee professions cannot withstand such intensive attacks.

"Sister, I'll have someone wait out at sea. When they leave, I'll give them to them at sea..."

As he said this, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

McIntosh turned around and glared at the other party, then said, "His skeleton is at least level 15. If he really wants to fight, he can fight with him for a while."

The younger brother was stunned and looked at the skeleton on the stage.

I saw that the skeleton servants that were brought up were still standing in the same place, and the few magic birds that just flew over did not cause any damage.

……

Then, discussions were heard again among the crowd.

"The island owner is fine. He has protected himself."

"I was like, how could it fail so quickly?"

"But the Necromancer doesn't seem to have any offensive means!"

……

In the fighting arena.

Just when everyone thought Wu Heng had failed.

A breeze blew and the smoke and dust dissipated.

At the location that was bombed by the silver-white bird, a yellowish earth coffin slowly rose up and collapsed in front of everyone.

Wu Heng was revealed, unharmed.

Luan's eyes narrowed, "You're hiding, which really suits the style of the Undead faction."

Wu Heng glanced at the other person.

The magic just now was indeed quite intimidating, and it was a type of spell that he had never seen before.

If you learn it yourself, the effect will be the same as a drone bombing swarm.

Whether it is in combat or against zombies, it has a good effect.

Wu Heng glanced at Lu An, whose face suddenly turned cold, and forced a smile, "Excuse me, this is my first time fighting a mage, and I wanted to see what effect I could achieve. It really scared me."

Lu An snorted coldly, "Arrogant!"

He waved the staff in his hand again, and a red flame tornado began to gather in the field, causing a raging wind around it.

Another new spell.

The energy shaping moves are so powerful, and they all seem to have extremely lethal effects.

Wu Heng started running directly to avoid the location of the tornado.

At the same time, the staff in his hand began to wave continuously, releasing [Disease Ray], [Weakness Ray], and [Serious Injury Spell] one after another.

'Luan', who released his skill, looked depressed.

Blood immediately flowed from the nostrils and corners of the mouth.

Dye the collar red.

The spell of severe injury is more like a curse spell, which has no effect on the undead, but has no effect on the living.

Especially creatures whose level is lower than yours will cause serious harm.

Luan's eyes focused and his body was enveloped by a green light.

The imposed negative status disappears instantly.

The ice cone technique, silver-white flying bird, wind and fire blade were shot out one after another.

They began to bombard Wu Heng's location continuously.

There was a loud roar on the field, gravel flew everywhere, and smoke filled the sky.

Wu Heng's running speed was so fast that it didn't seem like something a mage could do.

"Why don't you move, Skeleton? Do you look down on me?" Lu An said coldly, instantly drew out the dagger from his waist, and quickly pounced towards Wu Heng.

On the way, the magic remains the same.

There was a violent bombardment.

Wu Heng's running steps paused, and a winged sword appeared in his hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced quickly towards the opponent.

……

As the two men drew their swords and approached each other, the crowd watching became excited again.

"They drew their swords. They drew their swords."

"Isn't he a mage? What is he doing?"

"Are all mages like this? After magic, they need close combat?"

……

Clang~!

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The winged sword blocked in front of him, preventing the rapier from stabbing at his chest.

The long sword was lifted up and the rapier was swept away.

Let Luan's body lean back slightly, and Wu Heng's "Grey Eagle Sword Technique" was performed. His body followed the opponent closely, and the sword force was continuous, constantly slashing at the opponent.

The activated object was released, the collar of Luan's shirt locked around his neck, and the crotch of his pants was lifted.

Luan's body flashed with light again, and the objects on his body became ineffective.

Hold the sword and hastily block the opponent's attack.

The blade of the rapier is thin and straight, and the main attack method is stabbing.

Facing Wu Heng's repeated slashes, the sword began to weaken and become difficult to resist.

Luan had not expected that the opponent would be so powerful, and even with his proficient swordsmanship, he was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back.

I just felt countless attacks coming towards me.

The spell he wanted to cast was interrupted by his opponent. While he dodged a sword by leaning sideways, he was hit in the left shoulder.

The leather armor was torn open, and blood was dripping.

Luan took several steps back, a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

Seeing the opponent rushing towards him again, he stretched out his hand and stabbed the sword, and scorching flames appeared on the blade.

With light footsteps, his figure shot out again.

His figure flashed along the way, and instantly turned into three figures, stabbing at the target at the same time.

The middle figure rushes forward and stabs the sword at the center of the eyebrows. He turns his left foot and stabs the lower ribs. The right foot stabs the sword straight to the heart.

The three figures moved as fast as lightning and in unison, arriving beside him almost at the same time.

Just as he was approaching Wu Heng and the sword was about to hit the target.

The figure in front of him also followed Ichika.