Ivan and Hill were complaining like crazy.

The atmosphere on the sidelines gradually became dangerous.

"I really hate your stinky face. I hope he can laugh again after a while."

Just like Ivan said, Abel's expression really angered Peter Fresa Jr. and the other two.

People who were madly dissed by friends and enemies at the same time had no consciousness and still maintained the look of someone who wanted to be beaten, with half-squinted eyes and a half-smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, if I remember correctly, you seemed to have said the same thing during the Rookie King competition, but I can't remember exactly who cried in the end. Do you still remember?"

Little Peter Fresa was trembling with rage.

The other person's mocking tone reminded him of his humiliating past.

That was a defeat that he would never forget. He couldn't bear that a member of the Peter Fresa family would lose to such a freak among the nobility.

"That's enough, today I will let you know the consequences of offending me."

The three noble young men raised their staffs and began to recite the prepared incantation silently.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you said that, but you still chose this cowardly way. It really embarrasses your family."

Abel also took off his magic wand, and for a moment a strong wind blew, and countless elemental elves gathered here.

"But, it's actually no different."

"Aren't you going to help him?" Hill asked the boy next to her. She found that Ivan had no intention of supporting Abel.

"Let that idiot handle it on his own first. I want to observe him carefully."

In fact, Ivan is still thinking about the spell that Abel used to defeat him in the team competition. If he chooses to go out directly to help Abel at this time, the result will definitely be that Peter Fresa's side will be eliminated quickly, and Ivan will have no chance.

I witnessed the move "Transformed Fire, Nine Flames and Dragon Flash" again.

Ignoring Ivan's inner plan, the two sides in the confrontation finally got into a real fight at this moment.

Abel's chanting speed was quite fast, and he completed the first spell before the other three.

"The flames are rolling, scorching the earth, and the flames are engulfing everything at this moment!"

Burning waves spurted out from under the feet of little Peter Fresa and the three of them, and the air seemed to be distorted by the high temperature at this moment.

But these three people are not mediocre. For now, most of them have been educated by aristocratic elites.

Their level of spellcasting is definitely above the average despite having several resources.

The blue barrier shimmered with soft light and enveloped them. The ferocious flames had no way to deal with the water bloom barrier. They could only be blocked out and unable to rage.

Unlike warriors, knights and even psions, battles between magicians are often boring.

Because qualified spellcasters will always give priority to preparing themselves a large number of protective spells and different types of mage shields, and may even set up barriers around them, which results in most battles between this profession being

It's just a matter of picking and choosing.

However, it only takes one person to withstand the flames. Little Peter Fresa showed a sinister smile. This time he must make Abel look good.

Even...it doesn't seem impossible to kill him, right?

Even if the dungeon has been conquered, it is still one of the most dangerous places. There seems to be nothing suspicious about a low-level spellcaster dying in such a place, right?

Crazy ideas emerged in the mind of little Peter Fresa. As the most powerful family in the Odin Empire, he could always do things as he pleased without fear. Even a ruthless underground leader like the Butcher was a fool when facing him.

The kid has to put down his posture. If you provoke him, you are provoking the great Peter Fresa family. Such people must be punished with blood!

"The huge thunder will fall from the sky, with a deafening roar, stepping on the spine of all things, punishing its enemies in the world."

Just like the description in the mantra, the ensuing lightning completely enveloped the entire area where Abel was located, and the ground was whipped by terrifying thunder, revealing horrific scars.

Abel's "good brother" who was watching the theater was almost affected by Peter Fresa's spell and hurriedly retreated.

"Wow, this young master's progress is exaggerated." Ivan kept a safe distance while exclaiming: "It seems that he has worked hard. I have to say that this nobleman is not a worthless empire worm!"

Hill didn't say anything, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

Doesn't he realize it himself? He is a more exaggerated existence than progress, okay?

But it is impossible to say this to Ivan, otherwise Hill can imagine that this arrogant guy's tail will be raised to the sky again!

"This guy shouldn't be knocked down so easily, right?"

Sure enough, waiting for the smoke to clear, Abel

He just stood there, looking fine except that his clothes were a little messy. (This is the law of smoke without harm, do you understand?)

"This is impossible!" Little Peter Fresa simply could not accept the facts in front of him.

"I really didn't expect that the power of this thunder and lightning is so powerful. It seems that you have some strength." Abel's unforgiving and casual attitude combined with a tone that is three-quarters contemptuous and seven-quarters casual can simply make the other party lose his mind.

A combination of gas and cerebral hemorrhage.

"I want to kill you, I must... kill you!"

The three noble youths began to suppress fire, and Abel was once again overwhelmed by a large number of low-level elemental spells. Although his strength was very strong, it was not exaggerated to the point that he could deal with three other magic apprentices who were also of high level by himself.

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At first, the two sides had some interactions, but then Abel rarely made effective counterattacks. There was no problem with his singing speed, but his magic power was almost exhausted.

"It seems that Hun Dan can't hold on any longer. We need to help him."

After watching for a long time, Ivan felt that his legs were almost numb, so he quickly stretched his body to prepare for a gorgeous debut.

The girl on the side held her forehead with one hand, she was really unable to complain.

In short, she really wanted to warn Abel to be cautious when making friends!

During the battle, Abel finally couldn't hold on anymore, and a huge vine knocked him to the ground.

Little Peter Fresa showed a ferocious smile, he won!

Abel saw the other party's expression and realized that what the other party said was true. This glass-hearted young man had indeed had murderous intentions towards him.

I quickly prepared the rings and teleportation crystals issued by the academy. Although I was a little reluctant, it seemed that I could only leave early now.

Just when he was thinking this, a flash of white light flashed in the sky, and a huge thunder suddenly exploded!

Then, a figure descended from the sky, and he stretched out his hand towards Abel.

"Brother, I'm late!"

Small theater:

Ivan: "Good brother, I'm here to help you!"

Abel: "Thank you so much!"

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