All magicians, what's wrong with liking Versailles?

The magician from the Tyrannical Mercenary Group heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yi Bin on the ring.

He knew this man, the wooden soldier, the golden five-star knight.

He was determined to win this competition.

Yi Bin stood on the stage, indifferent to the determination of the mercenary magician.

The magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group took out his magic wand and attacked Yi Bin directly.

Faced with the fierce attack, Yi Bin chose to dodge.

Next, the audience saw the warriors of the Spark Mercenary Group running around the ring to avoid the attacks of the Domineering Mercenary Group's magician.

This made many people feel disappointed and they looked towards other arenas.

After the magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group's attack failed again, he could not help but sneer and mocked: "Ha! Can you people from the Spark Mercenary Group just hide?"

Hearing this, Yi Bin on the stage stopped, turned his head slightly to look at the magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group, and said with a smile: "Of course not."

Under the ring.

Ji Huan clapped her hands and said, "We can discuss who will go on stage next."

Ningge Eli exclaimed, "Have the wooden soldiers finished setting up their formation? So quickly?"

Cao You: "I feel that the wooden soldiers' formation is getting more and more powerful. The maze they set up last time trapped me for a long time."

Ji Huan sighed and said, "So, when fighting with a formation master, you must not give him time to set up the formation, otherwise, you will be in trouble!"

On the stage, the magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group was still unaware of this and only thought that his provocation had worked.

He raised the magic wand and attacked Yi Bin again, but this time Yi Bin did not dodge.

The magician was immersed in the joy of impending victory and ignored Yi Bin's unusual behavior of not only not dodging but also not picking up a weapon to fight back when faced with the attack.

Yi Bin stood on the ring and watched the attacks coming towards him calmly, but he was not panicked at all.

Soon, the smile on the magician's face froze.

Because his attack not only did not fall on Yi Bin, but instead bounced back along the same path when it was about to hit Yi Bin.

The magician was busy dealing with the attack that bounced back, and waved his magic wand again in disbelief, using magic to attack Yi Bin.

The scene reappeared, and the magic attack returned along the same path once again.

The magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group blocked his attack, looked at Yi Bin in confusion and disbelief, and asked: "What did you do? Why did my attack turn around and attack me?"

Yi Bin: "I didn't do anything, I just set up a small formation."

"Formation!" The magician of the Domineering Mercenary Group was even more confused.

Aren’t formations carved on the skins of monsters?

The magician suddenly started to ask, "You were not hiding just now, but setting up a formation?"

Without waiting for Yi Bin to answer, the magician glanced around the ring but found nothing.

No, he was very confused as to how this formation was set up.

"You guessed it, but it's too late."

Yi Bin clenched the black sickle that exuded cold air in his hand and began his counterattack.

The magician subconsciously waved his magic wand and used magic attacks to fight back.

But he regretted it the next second.

Not only Yi Bin's attack, but even his own attack bounced back and landed on himself. The double attack made him fly backwards and fall heavily on the edge of the ring.

puff--

The magician covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he lay on the ring, unable to move.

The members of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group approached the ring anxiously, wanting to see the magician's condition.

But during the competition, the protective shield of the ring was always open, and they just stood beside the ring and worried.

"We surrender." The leader of the Domineering Mercenary Group turned to look at the referee and said.

The referee asked, "Are you sure you want to give up?"

The leader of the domineering mercenary group said in a firm tone: "Confirm to admit defeat."

The referee nodded, removed the protective cover of the ring, walked onto the stage and announced the result of the competition.

According to the rules of the mercenary competition, in the case of a mercenary group competition where a member loses the ability to admit defeat, the group leader is eligible to admit defeat on behalf of the member.

The members of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group quickly jumped onto the stage and gave the magician a healing potion.

As for Yi Bin, he bent down on the stage and picked up the magic crystal.

At this time, everyone saw many magic crystals placed around the arena, and many people exclaimed that it was magical.

"Did anyone of you see these magic crystals just now? Why didn't I see anything?"

Everyone said they didn't see it.

"I can't see it because Mu Bing used an invisibility potion on those magic crystals. I guess."

"Does anyone know what kind of formation that is? I've never heard of it before."

"You haven't heard of it. There are so many things. Have you ever heard of someone being able to set up an array so quickly using some magic crystals?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Not to mention setting up a formation quickly, many of them have lived for so long and have never seen what a formation looks like.

The first time they saw it, it opened their eyes!

"I thought the Spark Mercenary Group finally had a normal person, but it turns out that the Spark Mercenary Group is the Spark Mercenary Group, and none of them are ordinary people."

"I felt disappointed at first, but now, the Spark Mercenaries never disappoint!"

"..."

In the fourth round, it was Ningge Eli who took the field.

Although the Domineering Mercenary Group knew that the outcome was certain, they did not give up and still took the next competition seriously.

They guessed that the Spark Mercenaries would be represented by magicians in this battle, so they sent out weaker warriors.

Soon, Lemon Eli easily won the fourth game.

"The Spark Mercenaries win three games." The referee came on stage and announced the results of the competition, and the scene was once again filled with thunderous cheers.

If you don’t know, you might think that the Spark Mercenary Group has successfully advanced.

In the fifth game, Wen En faced off against the magic and martial arts masters of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group, and the Tyrannical Mercenary Group won.

In the sixth game, Diwu Yao faced off against the magician of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group. The opponent was an ice magician, which just happened to counter Diwu Yao's fire magician. The Tyrannical Mercenary Group won.

Two consecutive victories boosted the morale of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group and immediately restored their battered confidence.

"In the next game, Song Jiu, you play." Beishan Eli said with finality.

Cao You, who was ready to go on stage, said: "..."

Ji Huan touched his chin and said, "The other side seems to be guessing who will play on our court, and they seem to have guessed the fifth and sixth rounds."

"The situation is not good~" She said this, but there was no worry in her eyes.

Everyone was speechless about Ji Huan's half-hearted concerns.

the other side.

The leader of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group said: "There are only two warriors left in the Spark Mercenary Group. One is a Gold Eight-Star Knight, and the other is a Gold Seven-Star Knight. If nothing unexpected happens, one of them will play in the seventh round."

Wang Meng: "Daxi is a nine-star great magician. He should have no problem facing either of these two."

If before this, the Nine-Star Great Magician faced the Golden Eight-Star or Seven-Star Knight, they would definitely think that they had won the game.

At the same level, a magician is inherently stronger than a warrior, let alone when the magician's level is higher than the warrior's level.

But after being slapped in the face too many times, the Domineering Mercenary Group no longer dares to make too many promises, for fear of being slapped in the face again.