The students in the meteorite class are almost all middle-aged, and their levels are generally between Lv7 and Lv9.
Roland Level 8 is just right for dealing with this group of people.
The people in the Obsidian class are roughly at Level 5-Lv7, with Beta Level 6, which is just right.
On the surface, Roland and Beta seem to be a little lower than the elites of these two classes, but in many cases, when the data panel is not overwhelming, the outcome of the battle is not purely based on the character panel data. .
Moreover, when it comes to character panel data, Golden Son is a bit higher.
Although Roland is Level 8, if we only look at the attribute panel, he is much higher than most Level 10 mages.
Beta is a divine aristocrat, comprehensive and versatile, and has the highest comprehensive growth value of all attributes among all professions.
Even though the core expertise of the profession is too extreme, the main ability is to form a knightly group and conduct group operations.
Therefore, his ability in single combat is only excellent at best, not top-notch.
But it’s also the type where it’s not enough compared to the superiors, but more than adequate compared to the inferiors.
It's still more than enough to deal with magicians of the same level or who don't have the stats to overwhelm you.
Moreover, these two people have experienced quite a lot of battles, which is nothing among players, but to game NPCs, these two people are killing gods.
As for the students in the Red Magic Tower, no matter which class they are in, most of them are academic mages.
Roland left the classroom and went straight to the meteorite class.
Beta turned around and blocked the door of Obsidian Class.
It was the end of get out of class at this time, and many middle-aged magicians came out of the Starfall Mine class.
Roland stood in the middle of the road not far from the door.
And far behind him, a group of people from the Ruby Class were watching from a distance.
Some people followed Beta to the Obsidian class to watch the show.
A group of middle-aged magicians came out chatting and were a little stunned when they saw Roland blocking the road.
Because the class is held every five years, they have been here for ten years, so whether they are classmates in this class or people in the Obsidian class, they know everyone.
Roland is a new face and is wearing a magic robe. He is obviously a new student in the ruby class.
How dare a boy who just entered school dare to block the road
After being stunned for a while, a group of people stopped and looked at each other in surprise.
Finally, a middle-aged man walked straight towards Roland.
In this case, if Roland didn't take the initiative to say hello, he would have to give way according to the unspoken rules of the red magic tower.
But Roland still didn't move.
The middle-aged mage who walked over looked slightly annoyed. Then, as he walked, he pointed at Roland and began to recite a spell.
The cold magic power condensed on the tips of his fingers, and he was about to launch the ice magic, but at this moment, a huge blue fist came towards him, so fast that almost everyone could not react.
He directly punched the magician away, flew backwards for more than ten meters, and fell back to the feet of the group of people.
Although the magician was vomiting blood, at least his life was not in danger.
In the Star Meteor Mine class, someone immediately cast light healing magic on the injured mage.
Anger gradually grew among the crowd.
Another good-looking middle-aged man took a few steps forward. He looked at Roland coldly and asked, "Boy, what do you mean?"
"I heard there is a rule here. As long as you win the battle, you don't have to make way for the seniors, and you don't have to run errands for the seniors." Roland said gently: "So I'll give it a try. After all, I don't like to be beaten. Those who are summoned come and those who are summoned go."
It turned out to be a challenge.
The students in the Star Meteor Mine class all felt great anger emerging from their hearts.
As the proud students who were about to 'graduate' and might reach the master level in three or four years, they were actually provoked by a newcomer who was at least ten years younger than them and who had just started school in the ruby class.
My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't.
The middle-aged man first added a magic shield to himself, and then walked forward, pointing at Roland and saying, "Who do you think you are? You want to sneak attack while Cardo is not paying attention. As long as you are prepared..."
Roland didn't listen to his nonsense. He flicked his fingers again, and the giant blue hand beside him made a fist and struck again. At the same time, three more blue mage hands appeared on the left and right of the middle-aged man.
Four giant fists kept beating the middle-aged mage.
Each punch has nearly four tons of power, and each punch will cause huge ripples in the middle-aged mage's magic shield.
The middle-aged mage's magic power was consumed at an extremely fast rate, and he couldn't even chant magic. After all, using magic while carrying a huge loss of magic power was not an easy task.
Three seconds later, the middle-aged mage's magic shield broke and he was punched back into the crowd.
Four mage hands flew back to Roland.
The middle-aged mage vomited blood, glanced at Roland depressedly, and then fainted.
"Next."
Roland's smile was as gentle as the early spring breeze.
Next, four middle-aged mages came out to give away their heads. After a total of six people were beaten until they vomited blood, there were already sixteen hands of mages floating around Roland.
These sixteen mage hands held the 'flower holding' gesture and were suspended behind Roland's head in the style of the 'Thousand-Hand Guanyin', forming a huge circle.
The momentum is compelling, as if great power is coming.
Looking at the six companions lying on the ground, no one dared to step forward, but someone asked aloud: "Sixteen mage hands, and they are so huge, what kind of magic do you have?"
A normal mage's hand is about the same size as an adult's arm.
"Create your own magic." Roland smiled: "I call this combination of skills 'convincing people with reason'."
A group of middle-aged men, plus a middle-aged woman, looked very ugly.
They could see clearly that the hands of these mages flew very fast and could attack before they cast spells, and the power of each punch was quite astonishing.
Even with a magic shield, it won't last long.
A new student actually blocked the entrance to the classroom, and no one could deal with him.
But who will go
They are all academic mages, majoring in magic knowledge, theory, node science, enchantment, etc.
When it comes to academic matters, they think they are much better than the kid in front of them.
But in terms of combat... they don't have much experience.
Now they finally understand why the elder-level instructors say that if a magician wants to truly become a battle mage, he must at least be able to cast all magic below level three instantly.
If he couldn't cast spells instantly, he wouldn't be able to defeat the kid in front of him.
This kid had a routine from beginning to end, attacking first, but they just couldn't break it.
At this moment, another middle-aged man came out of the classroom.
Seeing him, these seniors from the Star Meteor Mine class seemed to see their backbone.
"Naxero, you are finally willing to give up."
This middle-aged man was not handsome, but when he walked out, his expression was quite calm and collected, even giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
The man nodded to his classmates, then smiled at Roland and said, "It seems you have some misunderstandings about us."
"There's no misunderstanding, I'm just challenging the rules." Roland smiled and said, "If you want to fight, then fight, don't talk so much nonsense."
Naxero frowned, then smiled softly, and said in a persuasive tone: "Young man, it seems that you were born into a family of battle mages and are very good at fighting, but you are not yet a master, and... a true academic mage. , the upper limit is not something battle mages like you can reach, your method is too simple, it is not difficult to crack, my classmates are just not used to fighting."
Roland sighed: "Who knows what you are saying? If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat. I don't have that much time to talk to you."
A chill flashed in Naxero's eyes. He took two steps forward and pointed his finger at Roland.
The bright silver lightning chain hit Roland instantly.
Naxero is the squad leader of the Star Meteor Mine class. He is very good at shaping magic and is the genius of this faction. He can already cast most of the second-level magic instantly.
Seeing that the lightning chain hit Roland, but the mage's hand behind Roland had not yet moved, a group of middle-aged people were about to shout happily.
But just for a moment, their screams were stuck in their throats.
The lightning chain did hit Roland, but it wandered around him.
A seemingly thin magic shield blocked the lightning chain.
Roland smiled, and sixteen mage hands flew towards Naxero at the same time.
Just when he was about to hit Naxero, the man suddenly disappeared.
Then he suddenly appeared behind Roland, making a loud noise as a ring of white ice burst out, locking Roland in place.
Although the ice was blocked by the magic shield, the shield was also temporarily stuck by the thick layer of ice.
Roland was 'frozen' in place.
Removing the magic shield can remove the adhesion, but the problem is that it takes time to remove the magic shield, at least five seconds, and it is very stupid to remove the magic shield during battle.
Roland looked at the thick ice around him and was speechless.
Teleporting and adding an ice ring was one of his favorite tricks. Unexpectedly, someone else would do it first this time.
After freezing Roland, Naxero teleported again and appeared thirty meters away. His voice came from a distance: "I just discovered that the maximum distance of your mage hand is twenty-five meters." Mi, I'm safe in this position, and you can't move. As long as I use a level three or higher spell, even if it takes time to chant, you won't be able to escape, and you will lose..."
Roland smiled and flicked his fingers, and he suddenly appeared next to Naxero. The distance between the two was less than three meters.
At the same time, Roland exuded his own mental power, interfering with the surrounding magic elements... temporarily making Naxero unable to use teleportation, and of course he himself could not.
But the problem is that Roland still has sixteen mage hands with him.
Looking at Naxero's pale face, Roland smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I can also teleport."
Then, sixteen mage fingers pointed at the enemy, taking turns to punch quickly.
Every punch produced an afterimage, a rattling sound, and even the visual illusion of a barrage of heavy punches.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!
In less than a second, Naxero's magic shield was broken.
Flying upside down more than ten meters away.
Roland then teleported back to the middle of the road in front of the classroom, looked at a group of stunned middle-aged people, and said slowly: "Next!"