Magical Strategist

"Since we are all men, remember what you just said." Zhenlong said with a serious expression. The deep eyes revealed the blood of a man, no, the murderous nature inherent in a creature.

"Of course, I'm waiting for you to call me big brother." Ha Qi said confidently.

"Then how to play? Do you go alone or bring your helper with you?" Zhenlong asked.

"Of course I will take care of you alone." Ha Qi gave a look to the men beside him and motioned them to step aside and watch. He is quite confident in his dark blue fighting spirit. Except for Haitang, the entire Fire Squad is no match for him, including the Real Dragon of Lille.

The onlookers consciously stepped back, leaving enough open space for the two to discuss.

Faced with Haqi's arrogance, the real dragon didn't take it seriously. His right hand subconsciously reached into the magic bag and prepared to fight. This was a habit he had developed from fighting so many times. It's a pity that the earth-shattering staff that has been with him for a long time has been destroyed by Baggio, and not even ashes are left.

"Come on, Lille Dragon!"

As Ha Qi roared angrily, dark blue fighting energy burst out of his body. The intensity of fighting spirit is almost second only to Haitang.

Wow!

The strong air current spreads.

The real dragon clearly felt the pressure brought by the opponent's fighting spirit. Without the Earth Splitting Staff, it would be difficult to stop the pressure of dark blue fighting spirit.

"Relying too much on the essence source will cause your fighting spirit strength to be unable to increase for a long time. Stop using the essence source and try to fight with pure fighting spirit. Only by persistence can miracles happen!"

Laka's words hovered in the real dragon's ears again.

If you rely too much on the source of essence, you will neglect the cultivation of fighting spirit. Whether it is a life-and-death fight or a small competition, real dragons are accustomed to condensing their essence in their ears, eyes, legs, arms and other parts. So this time he decided not to rely on the source of essence.

Without the special effects of the earth-shattering staff and the assistance of the essence source, it is quite difficult to even raise the lower hand under the pressure of the opponent's fighting spirit.

The real dragon immediately protected his body with silver fighting spirit and prepared to fight!

"That's it?!" Ha Qi showed a look of disdain.

It's just a silver grudge, why does the chief instructor think so highly of him? Haqi was furious, exerting force with both arms at the same time, and a blazing fireball shot out.

The hot ball rolled toward the target fiercely with a crackling sound.

Without the assistance of the essence source, the movement speed and body agility are greatly reduced. The true dragon immediately summons a crystal wall to defend itself.

Furthermore, without the Earth Breaking Staff, he was not used to using magic with his bare hands. As the crystal wall rose from the ground, a tingling sensation came from the palm of my hand.

Boom!

The blazing fireball hit the crystal wall fiercely, emitting a dazzling fire light.

Experience tells the real dragon that Haqi will use the blazing fireball as a cover to launch a surprise attack.

Sure enough, Ha Qi added a fierce musket.

Wow!

"Here we come!" The real dragon jumped up.

Without the source of semen, the legs appear very weak, and even the bounce is greatly reduced. Fortunately, the angle of this musket was not tricky, so I managed to jump over it.

"Only able to escape? Attack us!" Haqi thought he had a chance of victory and launched an even more ferocious attack. For a time, fireballs, muskets, big fireballs, rockets, fire bombs, and various spells were blasted one after another...

After just over twenty rounds of fighting, Zhenlong's breathing began to quicken, his eyes lost the calmness before the battle, and he began to become impatient. Because he seemed helpless in the face of Haqi's attack.

"Come on, it doesn't matter!" The real dragon gritted his teeth, straightened his chest, and braced himself to resist Haqi's rockets and fire bombs. Even if he is wearing a fire magic robe, no matter how good his physique is, he cannot withstand such a saturated attack.

boom! bump! boom!

Rockets and fire bombs make a sweet impact when they hit their targets.

The burning pain penetrated the robe and swept through the whole body. The real dragon groaned in pain. He frowned tightly, and big beads of sweat streaked across his cheeks one after another. The severe pain made him feel uncomfortable. What an unbearable feeling it was!

The magic robe on his upper body had been burned, and his red-burned chest was exposed, emitting a burning smell.

"Let you speak harshly! Let you overestimate your own capabilities!" Haqi tasted the sweetness and was eager to win, so he added two more muskets.

call out!call out!

Before the real dragon could gain a firm foothold, two more muskets hit him in the chest.

Not even steel can withstand such a powerful attack, let alone flesh and blood.

Another sharp pain came from my chest...

"Please call me big brother from now on." Ha Qi finally showed a victorious smile.

Is this the chief instructor’s apprentice?

Too weak? There is no room for fighting back!

That is, how can silver fighting spirit compete with blue fighting spirit? The gap is too big!

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh.

"That's too much! Even if I look down on the True Dragon of Lille, I've even brought you along with me!" Haitang couldn't stand hearing it anymore. She clenched her pink fists and was about to join the fight.

"What's wrong, Haitang? Even you don't believe him? It would be a joke if my apprentice, Baggio, loses casually." Baggio stopped him.

As Baggio expected, Zhenlong was bruised on the surface, but in fact he was planning a counterattack.

Just as Haqi was laughing and arrogant, the corners of the real dragon's mouth slightly raised...

Bloom, perfect thunder!

The real dragon had already gathered thunder and lightning in his right hand. Without the earth-shattering staff as a medium, he could only endure the stinging sensation caused by the electric current. Waves of numbness and pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and electric shocks that almost caused the blood to flow backwards.

Because there is no staff as a medium, the release speed of Perfect Thunder becomes faster. With just a wave of his arms, the dazzling "electric ball" flew out quickly like an arrow from a bow.

Swish!

How could Haqi be on guard!

Facing the sudden forbidden lightning technique, he was caught off guard even if he tried his best.

Boom!

Dazzling white light pierced the sky, and a deafening sound resounded throughout Minghuo Peak.

The flying sand and rocks caused even the training hall next to it to sway...

The onlookers were stunned by the perfect thunder of the real dragon.

Everyone knows that perfect thunder is a forbidden technique in the entire magic world and cannot be mastered by ordinary people.

In today's world, Pirro is the only one who knows how to do this. Unexpectedly, the real dragon of Lille could also...

.........

It turned out that in order to condense more thunder elements and create enough time to display the perfect thunder, the real dragon had to use its body to resist Haqi's attack. Fortunately, his body had been trained to a certain level of strength in life-and-death battles, and Haqi's few elementary fire spells did not cause much damage to him.

Once Perfect Thunder comes out, ordinary people will not be able to defend it unless they are top experts.

After the commotion subsided. Haqi's clothes were in rags, his body was burnt black, and he was lying motionless in a huge pit deep in the ground.

"Why ask for trouble?" The real dragon walked slowly and leisurely to Ha Qi. Looking down at this arrogant guy.

"Stand up and continue if you are not convinced. If you are convinced, don't forget what you just said! Also, remember to bring a new robe to big brother tomorrow."

With a look of contempt and a cool turn, his back turned to Haqi, who had completely lost his ability to fight. This is the demeanor a winner should have!