In a secret underground palace inside the Warcraft Forest.
A tall figure was running away in embarrassment, with more than a dozen translucent pale white shadows chasing behind him.
This person is none other than Han Ming's second brother Li Chengfeng.
"Bah! These things are too annoying. The God of War's relic actually has to go through eight levels to reach it, which makes me unable to even catch up with my two-year appointment with my third brother."
Ahead is a huge earth wall, blocking the way.
Li Chengfeng gritted his teeth, condensed a strong small hurricane with his fists, and violently bombarded the earth wall.
The earthen wall instantly emitted a large ball of white light, knocking back Li Chengfeng's fist.
Looking at the earthen wall, there are many strange carvings carved in the form of reliefs, giving people a sense of ancient and hard-to-find vicissitudes. At this time, these patterns are faintly emitting a fading light.
"As expected, we won't be able to enter the next floor until we kill all these white ghosts."
Li Chengfeng sighed secretly.
Seeing the dozens of white ghosts getting closer and closer behind him, Li Chengfeng cursed angrily, and the strong wind-based fighting spirit on his body burst out.
"Come on, you bastards! I'll follow you..."
As he said this, Li Chengfeng was suddenly startled.
He felt a sharp pain coming from deep inside his heart.
This pain was different from injury. It was a pain that came from the deepest part of his heart, from the weakest place in his heart, as if someone had stabbed him hard in the heart.
"What happened? What happened?" Li Chengfeng shed tears unknowingly.
"Who is it? Who is dead? Is it the father?"
The connection between flesh and blood made Li Chengfeng keenly feel the strong uneasiness.
The white ghosts were getting closer and closer, while Li Chengfeng stayed on the spot in a daze, completely ignoring the dozens of deadly ghosts in front of him.
What happened in the Wilderness City was not leaked to the outside world at all.
In the Monte Empire di du, Fira City, the top 16 matches were also held as scheduled.
"What's wrong?"
Kuro put a piece of meat into Han Ming's bowl and asked worriedly when he saw that Han Ming looked distracted.
Han Ming shook his head worriedly, with a worried expression on his face: "I don't know, I've always felt a little anxious and uneasy in the past few days."
"It's okay. Maybe I've been under too much pressure recently. Just go back and have a good rest. There will be your game the day after tomorrow."
"Um."
Han Ming nodded gently, but he always felt like there was a layer of shadow surrounding him, which he couldn't get rid of no matter what.
"Sir Myron, according to reports, all the cities in the Monte Empire are safe and sound, and there is no abnormal movement."
A petite and agile girl bowed slightly and said.
Myron let out a long sigh and said, "It's okay. I always feel like something big is going to happen recently. I guess it's not the problem of the demon army. They only gathered less than 200,000 troops. It shouldn't be the problem."
Would you like to show off your troops so boldly?"
Thinking of the tense relationship with the Magic Guild, Myron sighed again. In recent times, all his experiences have been focused on dealing with the Magic Guild, and he has no energy to help Queen Vivian with national affairs.
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The relationship with the magic guild must be maintained well. These magicians are the ones who will fall out at any time.
If they hadn't been dealing with the Monte Empire's palace this time, they would have jumped out and launched an attack.
He still remembered deeply that a medium-sized country in Huangtian Continent annoyed the Magic Guild. As a result, the Magic Guild directly transferred magic armies from guilds in various countries. More than a dozen magic warships flew into the country's airspace, and countless
Magic skills swayed down like a meteor shower.
In just one month, this medium-sized country has become devastated and almost destroyed.
Two days later, inside the Three Nations League stadium.
"Invite, two players, Han Ming from the Monte Empire, and Huang Ying, also from the Monte Empire, come on stage!"
"Haha, kid, I didn't expect you to be able to make it this far. I really should congratulate you."
Huang Ying still looks like a carefree young man.
Han Ming smiled slightly and said: "Don't we have to rely on the gifts of you people? Now, it's time to get to know each other. By the way, do you still remember our bet? If you lose, kneel down to me
Admit your mistake!"
Huang Ying laughed heartily, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Are you two ready?"
"Game start!"
"Come on, kid, aren't you pretty good at attacking with gunpowder? I'll let you take the first shot."
Huang Ying looked at Han Ming mockingly, and his words were directed at the ** attack that Han Ming had been using for the past few days.
The most important thing for a magician is his magic talent. As a magician, it is a shame to give up his magic talent and use weapons like a warrior to attack. No matter what, it is a shame. And Huang Ying is exactly that.
For this reason, he despised Han Ming even more.
"as you wish!"
Han Ming smiled coldly, rushed forward quickly, and punched through the sky.
Huang Ying spat disdainfully, and slammed his hands together, and a huge wind wheel appeared out of thin air. The posture was exactly the same as the one used by Shang Que before.
The huge wind wheel was made up of countless tiny stitches. The entire wind wheel rotated violently, sucking the air together instantly, and the arena underfoot began to vibrate.
Han Ming did not dare to fight head-on with the wind wheel. His body flashed and slid past the side of the wind wheel. The edge of the wind wheel rubbed against Han Ming's clothes and instantly crushed one of Han Ming's sleeves into powder.
"change!!"
Huang Ying changed his hands continuously, and the huge wind wheel also changed its direction instantly according to his command, forcing Han Ming on the side to take several steps back to the edge of the ring.
The huge wind wheel rolled forward, cutting a deep groove into the unique stone floor of the arena, making a harsh and unpleasant sound, and countless small gravels flew out.
"This Huang Ying really has some skills. In terms of the use of magic, he is much more powerful than the fifth-level fire magician that Gamoli dealt with before. The two of them are both at the fifth level.
The strength is completely different."
Han Ming knew in his heart that Huang Ying must have watched his competition before and knew that he was strong and unwilling to fight with him, so he directly used this powerful wind wheel magic to force him to be unable to get close.
The huge wind wheel blocked all Han Ming's paths.
As a last resort, Han Ming could only take out the huge battle ax and stand it up in front of him.
The wind wheel collided with the battle ax, making a loud screeching sound.
Some ordinary spectators in the auditorium were so excited by the sound that they quickly covered their ears with their hands and wailed in pain.
Some spectators who moved a little slower were so shaken by the sound that a trace of blood flowed from their ears.
Han Ming dug his feet deeply into the ground, gritted his teeth and resisted the attack of the wind wheel. The huge collision force made Han Ming's arms protrude, and his blood vessels seemed to burst.
"This is the terrifying thing about magicians. Brother Han's physical strength is stronger than mine, and that magician's physical strength in a single round is probably equivalent to a second-level warrior at most.
, but he can use magic to force Brother Han, who is so powerful, into such an embarrassing situation. Alas...it's not fair."
Quick explained helplessly to his little brothers.
This little brother would never have the chance to see such a duel between experts. They all opened their eyes and stared at the two people competing on the ring, with a look of yearning in their hearts.
"drink!"
Han Ming roared low and used all his strength to deflect the battle ax to meet the advance of the wind wheel from the side. The impact force generated by the tilt angle directly knocked Han Ming away.
Han Ming flew upside down in mid-air, tapped his right foot on the ground three times, successfully changed the direction of his body, and swung a huge battle ax towards Huang Ying.
Huang Ying was slightly startled, obviously not expecting that Han Ming would dare to take such a risk in such a critical situation. You must know that if Han Ming uses even a tiny bit of force unevenly, it is entirely possible for the wind wheel to blow Han Ming away.
Everything was for two, and he died tragically on the spot.
But now was not the time for him to be in a daze. Seeing that Han Ming took the risk and successfully got rid of his wind wheel, he quickly stepped back, and his legs were wrapped in two violent small whirlwinds. His whole body actually floated slightly off the ground, and reluctantly moved towards one side.
He flew sideways and successfully avoided Han Ming's battle ax attack.
The huge battle ax fell into the air and hit the ring, directly cutting off one-tenth of the edge of the ring, causing it to collapse suddenly.
"Compared with my speed! Okay! Then I will compete with you to see how fast you, the wind magician, are!"
Han Ming snorted coldly, put away his battle ax, took out a small dagger from his storage bag, stamped his feet on the ground, and after making two deep pits on the ground, his body flew out like a cannonball.
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Huang Ying opened his hands, connected his ten fingers, and dozens of pocket-sized wind blades swept towards Han Ming.
Han Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly judged the direction of the wind blade. His body dodged back and forth in the wind blade like a fallen leaf, and he arrived in front of Huang Ying in the blink of an eye.
The cold dagger pressed against Huang Ying's neck.
"You lost." Han Ming's words were cold and emotionless.
Huang Ying gasped and said in dissatisfaction: "As a magician! You actually compete like a warrior! Don't you have the slightest bit of shame?"
Han Ming laughed when he heard this and said, "It seems you are not convinced?"
"Get off!"
"Get down!"
"Don't be embarrassed! If you lose, you lose! What excuse are you looking for!"
"Is he a man!?"
There were boos from the audience.
Huang Ying knew he was in the wrong, but he was furious in his heart. This kid could be trampled under his feet like an ant two years ago, but now he was defeated at the hands of this trash, which he couldn't accept no matter what.
This inner gap not only did not make Huang Ying surrender, but also made him even more angry. He wanted to tear Han Ming into pieces.
"As long as you can defeat me with magic, I will obey you! How about it? Do you dare to compete? If not, get out of here!"
"Haha, you're crazy. You've obviously lost, but you're still so confident. Don't you think you're superior to others and that you live in the upper class? Do you think you'll always be the one who plays the role of the strong oppressing the weak?
? How do you feel about being defeated by a weakling like me? Are you angry? Do you feel ashamed? What? You are a strong man, but you don’t want to admit defeat after losing? You still don’t want to admit that you have been stepped on by a weakling? You don’t even care about your integrity.
?Haha, but it doesn’t matter, I have a broad mind, don’t you want to use magic to defeat me? I will make it happen for you.”
Han Ming had a smile on his face, but there was a strong coldness in his eyes.dd