Magical Strategist

"That depends on your ability! Wood's Death Space!" With a sweet shout, a ray of purple light quietly appeared between his fingers. The purple light quickly expanded, forming a circular magic circle on the ground.

The area magic commonly used by wood magicians can create a favorable combat space for themselves after being used.

Real Dragon has seen this technique before: Natsumi used this technique to trap the werewolf Tober during the decisive battle at Magoshan.

As the light from the magic array became brighter and brighter, yellow wooden boards appeared on the ground in a criss-cross pattern.

Pillow said that the size of the wooden board is directly proportional to the magic power of the caster. The stronger the magic power, the larger the space built.

Tens of seconds later, the entire arena was completely "wooden house" sealed.

The audience cannot see what is going on inside the wooden house and can only listen to what is going on inside.

Inside the wooden house, there is no light and very limited oxygen.

The real dragon must find a way to escape from it, but the movement of its paralyzed and weak body is blocked, and its right arm dripping with pus and blood cannot move freely at all, even if it can only be raised an inch.

"You can't even cast magic now, and you still want to beat me?" Angela's arrogant voice came from the depths of darkness.

"What if I say I want to?" A faint purple light flowed out of his eyes, making people shudder. "I have a few questions to ask you, and I hope you can answer them truthfully."

"Ask. Being poisoned and in a dead space, let's see how you still want to struggle."

"What is your relationship with Darkness?" said the real dragon.

"It's ok."

"Then where did the darts you used to attack me come from?" the real dragon asked again.

"Do I have an obligation to tell you this?" Angela asked.

"You!" There was anger between Zhenlong's brows, and he said in a more serious tone: "So, you know a lot about "darkness", right?"

"You should ask Qingshui Chengjian, he has direct contact with the "dark man"." Angela replied.

"Dark Man?"

When most people mention "darkness", they just talk about it. However, Lille True Dragon asked more questions. Angela helplessly said: "The so-called "dark people" are the world's largest killer organization that has been carefully cultivated by the Qingshui family for many years. There are one hundred and eight people in total, also known as the One Hundred and Eight Stars.”

Killer organization? After obtaining such important information, Zhenlong felt more and more that the death of his mother Yilu must be related to the dark man. But until the truth is found out, it's all just speculation. Back to Angela, if this woman has nothing to do with the Dark Man, why would she sneak attack her with a weapon with the word "Dark" on it? This must be clarified. So how do you get Angela to tell the truth? The real dragon thought for a while and asked: "I have nothing to do with you, why did you attack me sneakily?"

"Because I don't want to lose to anyone." Angela replied firmly.

"Aren't you afraid that if you attack a contestant before the game, you will be disqualified from the competition? Otherwise, how about I report this matter to the dean and let him intervene in the investigation?"

Angela's shoulders trembled, and these words undoubtedly stabbed her weakness. If this matter reaches the ears of the examiner, not only will she be disqualified from the competition, but she will also be severely punished. Angela would never have thought that the Real Dragon of Lille could come to the ring after being poisoned and threaten her with the dean.

"As long as you answer my question, as for your sneak attack on me, just pretend that nothing happened." In the darkness, although Angela's expression was not visible, her silence was enough to judge that she was willing to cooperate. The real dragon asked: "Where did the dart that attacked me come from? Don't tell me that you picked it up."

"I've already said that I have nothing to do with the dark people. You can ask Cheng Jian for the rest." Angela said.

"That means the darts belong to Cheng Jian, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I understand. But I still want to say a few words to you. You are a woman. Why do you have to play dirty tricks? Why don't you compete with me openly? Thanks to me, I have decomposed the toxins in my body. Otherwise, you would really lose. Unjustly accused," the real dragon said.

When the real dragon said this, Angela suddenly became nervous and asked quickly: "How did you do it?"

"You don't need to know this." Zhenlong raised his eyebrows and said.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people who are poisoned can only rely on external means such as taking medicine to detoxify, and they do not have the ability to detoxify themselves. The real dragon is different. The unique first-grade essence source in his body can automatically excrete toxins from the body without the owner's orders. That's why the real dragon vomited a mouthful of blood as soon as he stepped onto the ring. This was the effect of the essence detoxification. I learned about the ability of a first-grade essence source to detoxify from the dwarf school doctor Laka.

"I still have to thank you, Senior Sister Angela. If it weren't for your dart, I wouldn't have grasped such an important clue. After waiting for twelve years, I finally have some clues, hehehe..." A smile from the heart The sound echoed through the dark "wooden house".

What was going on in his mind? Doesn't he hate me at all? Angela thought.

During the ten minutes that the two talked, under the influence of the essence source, the real dragon's mana had recovered to 70%, except for the pain in the wound on his right arm. "Without further ado, let's end this game as soon as possible. I have more important things to do."

His breathing returned to calmness, and his voice became stronger...

Through the induction transmission in the dead space, Angela learned that the real dragon's current physical condition was completely different from when he first entered the ring.

Crack, crackle...

The wall of flames suddenly illuminated the wooden house, and Angela's face was once again reflected in the eyes of the real dragon. Although the roses were beautiful, they could hurt people.

"Senior, are you ready? I'm going to fight!" After saying that, he created a ball of flame with his right hand and walked straight towards Angela with weird steps.

"What a speed! How could a fire magician be so fast? Who is he? Ah~!" Angela still didn't break free from the surprise, and suffered a heavy blow from the Burning Hand on her left shoulder. He took dozens of steps back. After feeling the pain, she hurriedly cheered up and faced it. "No matter how unpredictable his strength is, I am the one who has the upper hand now, don't even think about defeating me in the dead space!"

Angela, who has the strongest wood element, is naturally not a light-saving lamp. After just a few seconds of psychological adjustment, she began to fight back.

Wow! The deep purple fighting spirit became much stronger. Immediately afterwards, with a flip of his wrist, the advanced wood spell - Wrath of the Forest Goddess suddenly appeared.

This quick magic without the need for a magic circle makes the real dragon very difficult to defend against. In the blink of an eye, thorns suddenly shot out from the ground and immobilized the real dragon.

Whoosh!

Angela added a Wood Thorn Technique without hesitation. The sharp wooden thorns separated from the palm and went straight to the dragon's chest.

Wow!

The real dragon's musket passed between the fingers and collided fiercely with the wooden thorn.

Wood and fire are two magical attributes that complement each other. Fire can burn wood, and wood can make fire. Neither of them can take advantage.