The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

From the next day, Pound didn't continue to stay in the library, and watched Funk's battle in the Mowu Group with his hairball in his arms.

The hairball looked very happy, meowing in Pound's arms all the time.Since the beginning of school, Pound only teased it for a while before going to bed, and it was poor during the day. If Funk didn't take it to school, it would have to stay alone in the house all day.

This morning, Pound finally noticed the appearance of Mao Tuan slouching to send him out, and suddenly realized that he had neglected Mao Tuan for a long time, as well as many things around him; such as the progress of Funk, the status of Les and Yale , Thinking about how he got into the spell a while ago, he was a little crazy.

Pound decided to take a slow pace. The acquired spells of all levels would take time to digest. Even those that had to be recited because of Alvato’s instructions, but the spells belonging to the three departments of water, earth, and light, since learning If you have learned it, you should know how to use it in practice, otherwise you will really become a scholar of Pound's prejudice.

While thinking, Pound came to the competition field in his footsteps.

In Rogner's campus, there are three competition venues, which are distinguished by scale.Today, Pound came to a medium-sized circular competition field, with a circular low ground in the center, which was used as an arena; the periphery of the arc was surrounded by taller viewing platforms. At first glance, it can accommodate about [-] spectators.

As soon as he entered the competition field, before he climbed up to the viewing platform, Pound vaguely heard the noise.

When I really stepped onto the viewing platform, I found that it was already half full of spectators.

Pound was a little surprised, this time was the "daily battle" that Funk said; that is, the magic martial arts instructor asked Funk to fight with apprentices, so Pound thought it was a practice, why did the scene look so large? ?

Looking at the members of the audience, more than half of them can be judged from the appearance as apprentices of the Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, but the other half are obviously not. Tell Pound it doesn't.

"Do you think that northerner won today?"

"How could he lose! He has won for 38 days in a row!! It doesn't matter who comes!!"

"But today is the third grade, right? There should be some hope? The northerners are also unlucky to have such a mentor..."

"Hey, if it wasn't for that lunatic Link, how could we have such excitement to watch? Tell me, who are you betting on today?"

"Uh, of course they are northerners..."

"Hey, why don't you bet on the opponent! Raise the odds!!"

"How can there be odds now? If the northerners continue to win like this, I don't think there is any need to gamble!"

"That's right, but the northerners use that trick every day, why don't you think no one has broken it?"

"That kind of speed, well, the battle is over without even using magic."

Pound raised his eyebrows, and wanted to turn around and ask carefully, but at this moment, a shout of "Pound--, here--!" came from afar. Looking around, he found a group of magic and martial arts apprentices who were slightly concentrated, Les He was standing at the forefront and waving to himself.Pound walked over, ignoring the staring gazes of the people passing by on the way, and the ensuing speculation and discussion.

Lesi grinned widely, and beckoned Pound to sit in the empty seat beside him. "Funk said you will come, and the place is reserved for you!"

Pound sat down with his hairball in his arms; he had a strange feeling of watching a football game, "Isn't today a practice among apprentices? Why are there so many people?"

The hairball was restless at this moment, with such noise around, it used its claws to climb up Pound's shoulder to see more, but Pound grabbed it off immediately.

Le Si laughed a few times, "You must be stunned by your studies. The funk battle attracts many people every day. It turned out that it was just a competition in the academy. Seeing more and more audiences, it moved here."

Something was wrong in Pound's heart, and he had some doubts. Why didn't Funk say this to himself?

And thinking about it carefully, Funk didn't even say much about what he had learned, and most of the things about the Magic and Martial Arts Academy were based on what Le Si said.

Pound couldn't help asking Les, "You and Funk share the same mentor?"

Le Si was taken aback, "Of course not, I'm from the Lightning Department, the Funk Fire Department."

"So you didn't train together?" Pound continued to ask, "Because the instructors are different?"

"It's not so detailed. I know that the close combat department will practice duels, no matter who the instructor is," Le Si shook his head. "But I practice long-range bows more, so we don't stay together. What's wrong?"

Pound glanced at the expressions on the faces of the apprentices from the School of Magic and Martial Arts around him. They were mostly looking forward to and excited, and there was no obvious malice or contempt.Pang De thought that maybe he was thinking too much, so he shook his head, stopped talking, and waited for the competition to start.

***

Ten minutes later, two people entered the left and right doors of the central test field.

The funk is on the left and the other is on the right.There were louder cheers in the field, just like a real competitive game.

At this time, two middle-aged men who looked like instructors also walked into the north side of the test field, on the side of the stands: Although they were a little old, they seemed to be in good physical condition.

Pound noticed that they were standing outside the sideline of the competition field, and they didn't say anything to the two people who were far away from the two ends of the field. present.After a loud horn sounded out of nowhere, the battle began.

The loud cheers in his ears kept howling Funk's name, and Pound felt a little painful to hear it, but his eyes did not forget to keep his eyes on the situation in the middle of the field.

It's just disappointing, the scene is not as exciting and exciting as Pound thought.

The first to strike was Funk's opponent. His speed was quite fast, and after a few jumps, he got close to Funk's surroundings.

At this time, a flash of fire flashed, and the sound of "Bump!" seemed to be a fireball attack, and was easily blocked by Funk with a big sword.

At the moment when the fire went out, Funk's opponent had quickly moved to the back of Funk, planning to sneak attack.But it was fast, and the speed couldn't keep up with Funk's turn around; at this time, Funk seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he was blocked by a big sword again, and his seemingly handsome mobile sneak attack fell through again.

Move, attack, move, attack.Funk seemed to just stay put and deal with the opponent's shot.

Pound didn't understand what Funk was waiting for.

After several consecutive attacks, Pound discerned, and found that the opponent used the most advanced skill, which was only the fourth-level Huoyan Sword.When the soaring flame sword slashed at Funk with scorching elemental force, the scene had to be said to be gorgeous and beautiful. Funk finally looked a little dangerous, because even if Funk blocked it with a big sword, he would definitely not be able to hide A violent tongue of flame fell on the head.

This caused the audience around to let out a low cry in unison!Even Les.

But Pound didn't move, and his subordinates still calmed the hairball steadily.Pound knew that he could have the strength of level eight, and Funk had at least level seven.The practice of absorbing elements, since leaving Quinn City, the two of them have not fallen behind. Even though the number of fire-type purification stones used for funk is getting less and less day by day, at least it did not stop until last night.

So the Huoyan Sword with this power in front of him should not be enough for Funk.Only when Pound thought this way, he saw a dazzling shield-shaped red light flashed on the great sword blocked by Funk, firmly blocking the fire element that was slashing on it!Immediately, sparks flew together, the golden light shone, and the moment everyone was still dazzled, the Funk sword turned and the back of the sword slapped, and the owner of the Huoyan sword was easily slapped away like a mosquito, and rolled out of the sideline of the competition field.

The situation changed so suddenly that the scene was quiet for two seconds before thunderous cheers broke out again.

There were shouts of "Win again!!", "Match 39!!", "Amazing!!", and so on, all seemed to be happy for Funk.

But Pound frowned more and more, and pulled Lesi, who was also happy, "Has it been like this for the past two months?"

Le Si was also full of excitement, and said with pride, "Of course!! At the speed of funk!! Mowu can't catch up with the magic pattern enhancement!! It's too powerful!!"

But Pound thought to himself, if this is the case, what use is this kind of battle to Funk?

Thinking of this, Pang De looked at the two men standing on the sidelines who looked like mentors.The apprentice who was beaten into the air got up and staggered over, and was patted on the shoulder by one of the instructors.Then Funk also walked over there, and the middle-aged man who was talking to him seemed to be smiling smugly and happily from a distance. Pound guessed that he was probably Funk's mentor.But he only said a few words to Funk, waved his hand as if to let Funk leave, and then continued to talk to the middle-aged man next door.

Funk seemed to be used to it, put the big sword back on his back, and turned his head to leave. At this time, he looked up to the audience stand, and seemed to know where Le Si was looking. Far away, Pound saw Funk looked up and waved to himself.

But Pound was very disappointed in his heart. After stuffing the hair ball in his arm to Lesi, he stood up and jumped lightly.

The wind enchantment on the robe made Pound jump to the center of the field with this dexterous jump.

The audience around fell silent, seeing the changes in the field, the footsteps that were about to leave stopped, and there were bursts of buzzing discussions.

Funk thought that Pound was looking for him, so he hurried towards Pound, "What's going on?"

After Pound waited for Funk to enter the sideline of the competition field, he gestured and raised his voice, "Let's compete!"

Funk was surprised, "What!?"

At this time, the audience also heard Pound's specially raised declaration, and there was obviously a commotion.Then someone seemed to have recognized Pound, "Isn't that the light system!?" "What's wrong with him?"

Regardless of Funk's confusion, Pound continued to shout, "Start in five seconds! Five, four, three, two, one!"

"Boom----!!!" sounded.

After the countdown was over, Pound put a level [-] "Light Explosion" in front of Funk!

Funk didn't expect that Pound was telling the truth. After such an explosion, he was actually blown back two or three steps, and his eyes were sore that he burst into tears.

"Be serious!" Pound snapped, "I'm not joking!"

While shouting this, Pound still secretly gave Funk a few seconds to recover his eyesight.

"Draw your sword! Let's compete!" Pound shouted again.

Funk shook his head, trying to recover his eyesight. Although he didn't know Pound's intentions, Pound's words were always right.

So he obediently drew out his big sword and assumed a fighting posture.

And when Funk does it all, you know Bond is telling the truth.

In the next second, seven consecutive Light Explosions were blasted at Funk! !

That angle didn't make any sense; although Funk knew that Pound still had an eighth-level light cracking technique, and he had no choice but to hide after it was blown up, Pound used seven four-level ones in an instant, and the effect was actually the same. Funk broke out in a cold sweat.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!The continuous sound was almost connected at a high speed!

Funk relied on his intuition to flash between successive light explosions. As long as he slowed down a little bit, he would definitely be blasted with a bloody wound on his body.In addition, Pound had fought with Funk for two months, and he knew the speed and habitual path of Funk. The light explosion technique he used was all blasted on the path that Funk must pass, and forced Funk's speed even higher. a realm.But Pound didn't feel happy in his heart, which meant that Funk hadn't made any progress in the past two months.

And the audience around seemed to have been greatly frightened, unlike just now, there was a burst of silence.

The astonishing burst of speed and power in front of him, as well as the gorgeous but accurate and vicious light magic spell, made all the audience so excited that they dared not even take a breath!I was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the northerner would be blown down without even seeing clearly!

But this is the fight!This is the true strength of the northerners! !

Comparing the two, the previous competition was nothing short of child's play!Even for two months!

Some of the onlookers suddenly felt a little cheated.

Pound in the field didn't stop here at this time. After one round of bombing, it was Pound's turn to add attack methods.

He knew that his speed could not match Funk, so he never thought of winning with speed.The method Pound adopted was to use the exploding spell to guide Funk's escape path, and then lie in ambush behind one of the light explosions. Taking advantage of the cover of the flash of the magic spell, at the moment Funk dodges, calculate and paste , and then the dagger quickly stabbed towards Funk's waist!

The angle and force of the attack were as fierce as a deep hatred!

Everyone exclaimed!It's a real exclamation!

This also forced out Funk's strength. He intuitively turned around to block, and his body reacted instantly, swiping his left arm!A fireball exploded at a critical point, deflecting the point of Pound's knife, and then the swirling sword slapped over in one go, slamming Pound's arm to the right!Solved this time!

And the Pound who was pushed away was already in mid-air, unable to use his strength, and was just thrown away by the force of Funk!

The whole person seemed to be weightless, slamming obliquely to the right!

Seeing this, Fang Ke stomped heavily, grabbed the sword and rushed forward!

The crowd couldn't help but give out a second anxious cry!For that thin and thin demon boy! !

The vicious light system that attacked just now is going to be worse! !This is not a scene that can be ended with a light blow! ?

Everyone's eyes caught up with Pound following the funk figure!

But unexpectedly, the northerner just stretched out his arms and grabbed the light-system boy into his arms; it was as proficient as if he had done it countless times.

The light element didn't attack anymore, and grabbed the northerner to stabilize himself, letting him lead the two of them back to the center of the field.

The surrounding audience was suddenly quiet again, a little confused by the changes in the situation.

Pound, who had returned to the flat ground, jumped down to Funk's arm, and looked aside, who should be Funk's mentor; that person had an ugly expression on his face.

"Don't compare in the future, it's just a waste of time."