For a mage, being able to do the other party is already very good, but for the Withered Story, it is far from enough...

The Withering Story did not make any movement, no, even said that he did not even do any movement, he did not raise his hand, and even summoned his staff, but just stood quietly...

As elegant as ever...

Suddenly, a small curve rose slightly at the corner of his mouth...

Next, with his smile that seemed to melt with the ice and snow, the wind blade approaching his body quietly disappeared in the air...

Disappearing without leaving any trace...

On the other side, the red-haired man who was close to the body of the Withered Story finally reached the distance that he could attack!

However, when he wanted to attack, he found that a huge transparent ice wall was erected in front of him in an instant. Although his full-strength attack broke the ice wall, the power of the recoil also shocked him to take a big step back!

But at his feet, the contact between the hot flames and the cold air on the ground made a "sizzling" sound...

For everything that happened to them, there was a hint of incredible expression in their eyes, but they quickly came to their senses...

then……

The huge wind blade is still flying in the air, forming wonderful arcs. It is just that it is even larger than before, and the trajectory is even more weird...

The players present also enjoyed a visual feast. Physical players always complete the battle in the most direct way, but the professions of the magic system are completely different. The gorgeous magic can make players feel a sense of reality as if they are in a fantasy world in a short time...

The targets of these wind blades are the same, the Withering Story!

On the other side, the red-haired man's body seemed to have completely turned into flames, which added a hint of heat to the originally cold space. The hot flames and the red-haired man's body seemed to turn into a sharp spear and flew straight forward!

But the goal of this flame spear that seems to be integrated into the body is exactly the same as the wind blade - the Withering Story!

This is not the fighting method they are used to. When facing powerful opponents, they are often more cautious in choosing attack methods. Generally speaking, their caution can always bring them victory...

And now, their behavior is clearly an attack of full force!

Although they didn't say it, they knew very well that although they had fully estimated their strength before the war, they had made a complete mistake. The opponent's strength was much stronger than they thought... that feeling was that they were only in Fenglongtai...

No, it is only the opponent in front of this man can feel it...

The cold magic that seemed like the sea began to slowly erode one's body, nerves, and even soul!

This is not a confrontation at the same level!

It was not until this time that they realized that they had entered an alley with no retreat behind them, but there was darkness in front of them...

They always thought that they were the only ones who hid their strength, but they never thought that others would also hid their strength. The man in front of them was much stronger than the power he showed in the video, no. It was twice as powerful!

And at this time, there is only one way out for them - to do your best...

It was not until this time that they understood that perhaps when they were awarded the title of "Two-headed God of Death", they were already wrong...

It is a mistake to think that you have been able to gain a place among the powerful people in the fantasy world!

The biggest reason why the name of the God of Death has been maintained in the fantasy world is that those strong people are too lazy to take action...

On the other side, Ferring finally made movements at this time. He gently raised his right hand, and the cold breath condensed in the palm of his hand. Looking at the behavior of the two people in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger...

The elegance and tolerance of the previous ones had disappeared, but there was a hint of mockery in his smile at this moment... As the blue light on the palm of the Withering Story became more and more intense, the blue staff that had been following him was also summoned, and the huge blue gem flashed with beautiful and charming light...

Then……

The temperature of the entire Fenglongtai began to cool down rapidly!

Slash!

The light blue mage robe flashed with a faint light. As the magic power grew wildly, his robe also flew unscrupulously!

The sky suddenly became pale...

Then, the snowflakes began to fall...

In that short moment, everyone felt that the originally elegant man in front of them seemed to have become a master, a... king!

The snow in the sky dances for him, yes, this is a world that belongs to him...

The world is like his, cold, elegant...

In this world that belongs to him, no one can avoid rising and falling into the king, so...

The wind blade flying in the air began to gradually become slower and then completely disappeared, and the flame dress that had originally suppressed the cold air became a little unstable...

From the expressions of the Death Duo, we can see that they were not relaxed at this time. The huge chill had almost lost their ability to move. Their movements began to become slow until they slowly stiffened...

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in the Withered Story's eyes, which was a manifestation of the magic power swelling to the extreme. Then, snowflakes flying all over the sky seemed to turn into two vast white monsters. In just a short moment, the snow drowned their bodies...

So, there is no more fire, no more wind...

Only snow...

After a moment, the Withered Story put away his staff. He slowly put down his right hand, and the expression on his face returned to his previous calmness...

After the snowflakes and cold mist dissipated...

But he is still the same mage as before...

Calm...

And elegant...

From beginning to end, his feet did not move more than half a step...

In front of him, the opponents who tried to provoke his power, the two mercenaries who were named "Two-headed God of Death", had completely frozen their bodies, leaving only two cold bodies...

"It's over..." Trag Ling walked down Fenglongtai gently, and spit out three words in his mouth...

Just when the players were surprised by his actions, he raised his right hand without looking back, and then waved at the two ice sculptures behind him as if nothing had happened: "There will be no future..."

As he moved, the two ice sculptures began to appear with slender cracks. As the cracks continued to extend, the ice sculptures finally broke open. The broken ice like sand drifted in the air with the blowing wind of the Fenglongtai, and then disappeared without a trace...

What a nice view!

Seeing the scene in front of you, the players present couldn't help but moan in their hearts...

Is this the romance that belongs to the mage?

Or is this a romance that belongs to the Withering himself?

"The second game of the Long Fighting Arena, the number combination won, and the next is a minute of rest. Please prepare for the gameplay and number combination of the first game."

It was not until the system prompt appeared that the players present realized one thing - a previous battle...

It was not a personal art exhibition of the withered story or something else...

Originally, he thought that even if the two-headed Death God was not a match for Gore, the strength gap would not be too big, but Gore used his actions to slap the players who had this understanding loudly!

Or, an elegant slap...

Uh, it seems to be a bit too much?

Seeing the players off the field looking at their slightly fearful eyes, the Withered Story seemed helpless...

Originally, according to his own ideas, it would be better to be low-key. He is not a person who likes to show off. This time, using this method to complete the battle is not his original intention, but many factors often cause some small variables in things...

If Feng Wu and Lan Yu had not won without the battle, he might not have taken action himself. People have a competing mentality. No matter who is the exception, it is just that the objects of comparison are different. For the Withered Story, the only thing worth comparing is that he is the same as him as the president of the Great Guild, Lan Yu and Feng Wu, and Lan Yu and Feng Wu had won without fighting for some reason. If it was difficult to fight here, it would not be difficult to overcome the face. It would probably have a certain impact on the reputation of the guild when he asked the other party to admit defeat. Therefore, when he proposed to ask the other party to admit defeat, he was very serious...

From his perspective, although the two opponents had good strength among other players, they had no chance of winning at all when they met him. Admitting defeat was undoubtedly the best choice. Unfortunately, the other party regarded his proposal as a mockery...

Alas, there are so many helpless things in life...
Chapter completed!