As time went by, the magic power in Yang Miao's body not only failed to be replenished, but became less and less. He became weaker and weaker, and became more and more paralyzed. He could not even lift his eyelids.

But Mo Ziyan is getting more and more energetic! After all, the magic power that Yang Miao swallowed is only a small amount, but she has absorbed a large amount of his magic power. Although she cannot use it directly, it can make herself energetic.

Finally, Yang Miao couldn't hold on any longer, rolled his eyes, and fell motionless in mid-air.

Mo Ziyan threw Yang Miao aside like trash and looked at him coldly.

"Huh! Trash is trash, you can't even swallow me!"

After saying that, Mo Ziyan kicked Yang Miao off the ring as he fell to the ground with a look of disgust.

Liang Xuansheng was very dissatisfied with Mo Ziyan's methods and performance. He treated his classmates so viciously. If he was treating others, Liang Xuansheng could not imagine how vicious Mo Ziyan could be.

But as a referee, he still had to make fair decisions. Mo Ziyan did not do anything that violated the rules, and he had no reason to blame her. He could only raise Mo Ziyan's right hand expressionlessly and said: "I declare that this time

Contestant Mo Ziyan wins!"

The game ended peacefully, with no cheers or applause, only cold looks on the sidelines, but Mo Ziyan still raised his head like a winner, raised his hands high, looked around, performed a one-man show, and enjoyed the victory alone.

But she didn't have any sense of achievement or pride in her heart. Deep in her heart, she actually knew very well that although she won the game, she lost everything, lost to Yang Miao, lost to Xin'er, lost to

own.

But she didn't allow herself to think like this. She still wanted to perform this one-man show alone. She wanted to prove to everyone that even if I have nothing, I still have strength! One day, I will use my strength to let everyone

Everyone surrenders to me!

When you fall from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, you will become more and more likely to fall into the abyss. This is the so-called abnormal psychology.

After the performance on the stage was over, Mo Ziyan slowly walked down the stage, taking a victorious step, and walked to the deserted corner of the waiting area. There seemed to be countless audiences appreciating her performance, and countless people.

In welcoming her triumph, there were countless friends who shared her victory.

No one cared about her leaving. Everyone looked sympathetically at Yang Miao who fell in the audience. Lu Mingyan slowly threw a drop of water on him and penetrated into his body. Yang Miao's injuries gradually healed.

He woke up. He stood up slowly, lowered his head dejectedly, like a destitute beggar, and walked back to the waiting area.

Xin'er looked at Yang Miao who looked decadent, held his hand and comforted him: "Classmate Yang Miao! Don't be discouraged, you are the best!"

"Yes, in our eyes, you are the biggest winner!"

"Yes, classmate Yang Miao, you are the winner! Not the loser! Don't be discouraged! You will fall into Mo Ziyan's trap!"

"That's right, classmate Yang. You should be happy, a game is not a big deal!"

…

Yang Miao slowly raised his head, his lips twitching. The words of everyone were like the sunshine in this winter, which stopped the cold wind, the cold current dissipated, and the haze disappeared, leaving only a beautiful scene of white snow and silver in Yang Miao's eyes.

's heart.

Ma Dian stepped forward, patted Yang Miao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yang, you are the best!" These few words contained so much, including comfort, recognition, and encouragement.

Include all the warm words.

I don't know when, Yang Miao's eyes gradually became moist, and tears fell from her eyes unsatisfactorily. Those were touching tears, those were tears of joy, those were sweet tears. Those tears melted the decadence, warmed everyone, and pulled

Close the distance between each other.

"Thank you! Thank you!" It's also just a few words, but these few words are enough!

When friendship does not last long, everything is in words!

Yang Miao quickly came out of the gloom with everyone's comfort, and the seventh game began.

"Please invite contestants Wang Haowei and Ming Hongguang to come on stage!" Liang Xuansheng shouted.

The two people in the waiting area looked at each other. They were both classmates. They had a very good relationship and were very familiar with each other. They also often played against each other. Now, they were fighting against each other again in the knockout round. Both of them were very excited and held each other's hands at the same time.

Hand said: "Come on!"

After that, the two walked to the ring area side by side, stood ten meters apart, and nodded to Liang Xuansheng.

Liang Xuansheng also smiled and nodded, raised his right hand high and said: "I announce that the game has begun!"

The two people's expressions condensed, and white light lit up on their bodies at the same time. This white light was different from the white snow around them.

The snow is so white, so crystal clear, and so pure. And the white light emitted by the two people is so white, so white it is dazzling, so white it is brilliant. It is like a white curtain covering the surroundings, covering up the white snow.

The fourth level of light magic - photon incarnation! Wraps the light element all over the body, emits a dazzling light, increases one's overall attributes, and attacks will also have light attributes!

Both of them are actually level 39 light magicians!

Everyone only knows that Ming Hongguang is the strongest light magician, but Wang Haowei is also a light magician, and his strength is comparable to Ming Hongguang!

Before the competition started, the two had a total of 99 contests. Ming Hongguang won 55 games and Wang Haowei won 54 games. However, this gap caused Wang Haowei to be forgotten and Ming Hongguang to be forgotten.

Familiar to people.

Perhaps, this is the fate of second place.

Although people were not familiar with Wang Haowei, Ming Hongguang, as an old rival, was very aware of Wang Haowei's strength. He did not dare to underestimate Wang Haowei. He stepped forward with his left foot, kicked off his hind legs, and rushed straight towards Wang Haowei.

Wang Haowei also took a step back, gathered strength with his right hand, and swung it out after Ming Hongguang arrived.

"boom!"

The two fists collided together, and the white light turned into fragments and fell to the ground, like a pile of white powder, accumulating on the soles of their feet.

The two exerted force again, stretched out another fist to hit each other, the powder was blown away instantly, and the wind of the fist raised the corners of their clothes. The two took two steps back at the same time, regained their footing, and rushed towards each other, but

This time the two of them held a spear in their hands!

Third level light magic——Spear of Light!

Although the two men grasped the spear at the same time, their moves were different. Ming Hongguang was for stabbing, while Wang Haowei was for picking.

The tip of the stabbing spear has a cold light, and the body of the spear is shining brightly.

Third level light magic - spear style! Aurora stab!

Third level light magic - spear style! Aurora pick!

However, pricking is still one step faster than picking.

When the light is focused on one point, it will become particularly dazzling. The tip of the spear emits a little white light, emits a dazzling light, and pierces Wang Haowei's eyebrows.

Wang Haowei suddenly bent his head ninety degrees, and the tip of the spear slashed along the tip of his nose. The dazzling light focused on one point, turned into a small beam of light, and hit Wang Haowei's eyebrows.

Wang Haowei was a little uncomfortable being hit by this beam of light. He used both hands to control the light spear and aimed at Ming Hongguang and made an upward move.

Ming Hongguang retracted his spear and retreated. The light spear slid close to his vital parts and all the way to the top of his head, leaving a white arc in the air.

Ming Hongguang snorted coldly, held the bottom of the spear, aimed at Wang Haowei's waist and abdomen, broke Wang Haowei's vertical white arc, and swiped it suddenly, creating his own horizontal white arc in the air.

Wang Haowei placed the spear on the pull surface, thrust it hard into the ground, held the spear body with both hands, stood up, and kicked Ming Hongguang with both feet.

"Ding!"

The two light spears collided together, like two long jelly strips colliding together, causing violent shaking and white powder falling continuously.

Wang Haowei controlled his shaking body and kicked Ming Hongguang, sending him flying several meters. The light spear in his hand was also forced to fall to the ground. Wang Haowei could not control himself and fell to the ground.

The spears of the two men disappeared at the same time. Wang Haowei stood upright again. Seeing Ming Hongguang rushing towards him again, he quickly tightened his stance, stabilized his lower body, and retracted his right hand from his waist to swing out again.

"boom!"

The fists of the two collided again, but this time, neither one retreated and firmly resisted the other's fist.

"boom!"

Another punch, another loud noise, another fist wind rising, and another bunch of ** falling down.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two of them just punched each other, not caring that blood was coming out of their fists, nails had dug into the center of their fists, and the fist holes had turned red.

The ** blew away and fell again, and so on. Each pile contained strong light magic, mixed with the blood of the two people, and witnessed the battle between the two.

"boom!"

Another punch. Wang Haowei was about to stop and throw another punch. Ming Hongguang grabbed Wang Haowei's wrist with his backhand and pulled him suddenly. Wang Haowei instantly lost his balance and his whole body leaned forward uncontrollably.

.

Ming Hongguang seized the opportunity, aimed at Wang Haowei's left arm muscle and punched him violently.

"ah!"

Wang Haowei screamed and his left arm was slightly dislocated from the beating.

Ming Hongguang was about to stretch out his fist to hit Wang Haowei again, but Wang Haowei endured the severe pain and hit Ming Hongguang's head with a headbutt.

Ming Hongguang felt pain and shook his body back.

Wang Haowei held his dislocated left arm with his right hand and kicked Ming Hongguang in the stomach!

Ming Hongguang, who had already woken up, grabbed Wang Haowei's feet with both hands and lifted him up off the ground. At the same time, he kept spinning like a white top.

Wang Haowei felt a little dizzy after his calf was caught. He kept kicking his other foot, but he couldn't kick Ming Hongguang. He could only kick the air around him, leaving a gust of wind in his legs.

Finally, Ming Hongguang suddenly let go and threw Wang Haowei to the edge of the ring. A lightsaber emerged from his hand! Yes, it was a light sword!

The lightsaber exuded a white halo, like a glowing white diode. Ming Hongguang held this "light-emitting diode" and rushed straight towards Wang Haowei.

Third-level light magic—Mingguang Sword!

Wang Haowei at the side of the ring ignored the dizziness in his head and quickly stood up. Looking at Ming Hongguang coming over, Wang Haowei sighed.

"Sure enough, it's still the same."

After that, he calmly reattached the dislocated arm, and also condensed a "light-emitting diode" in his hand.

"bring it on!"

The two shouted loudly and stretched out their "light-emitting diodes" to look at each other.
Chapter completed!