The ice and fire effects on his body were canceled, and Chen Xiao hung a magic shield on himself. In this way, the consumption of the fireball and the ice spear was not as much as the energy he recovered.
If it wasn't that he had not mastered this ability for a long time, he could summon fifteen fireballs to attack at a time, and even this was just equal to his energy recovery.
There were more and more ice crystals on Zhao Zhiyuan's body. At first, he could catch up with Chen Xiao, but when he got to the back, the flames burned all his clothes off.
The destructive power of the fireball technique is not strong, and it only leaves a scorched black mark on the body.
However, no matter how good Zhao Zhiyuan's physique is, he can't stand the firing rate of two shots per second!
After carrying dozens of them, he had to start dodging.
Chen Xiao continued to circle with ease, and he caught the fact that Zhao Zhiyuan did not attack from a long distance.
The two lasted for half an hour. Unable to bear it, Zhao Zhiyuan reluctantly chose to surrender.
His points were almost used up before the game. No one thought that the third stage of the battle would require so much knowledge. Now his three skills are still the magic door to raise materials for him to complete the task in a short time. exchanged.
And also exchanged the wrong skills.
It can only be said that the momentary ideological deviation, so that his current mistakes, lost the game.
After Chen Xiao won, he looked directly at Wang Yang who was not far away. The next match was between Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan.
If Wang Yang can't beat Zhao Zhiyuan, then the top three places can be decided. Otherwise, if Wang Yang wins, Chen Xiao and Wang Yang still have a fight to do.
However, just when Wang Yang and Zhao Zhiyuan came to power, ten mysterious people in camouflage came to the camp.
A silent and majestic aura emanated from them. After arriving at the camp, they did not go in, but came to the competition venue with the sound of boiling.
Zhao Zhiyuan's injuries and consumption have recovered. The two of them stood on the stage with a constipated expression on his face.
"Wang Ju, don't you want to fly a kite too? If so, then I'll just admit defeat."
Chen Xiao really cast him out of the shadows. Zhao Zhiyuan was definitely the first in melee combat in the camp, but he was still hanged and beaten like this, and he was powerless to fight back.
Wang Yang looked at him who was struggling and smiled.
"My points are almost the same as yours. I exchanged them at the beginning of the game. I only exchanged two skills when I advanced yesterday."
"Two skills?"
Zhao Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously for a while.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, Zhao Zhiyuan rushed out, the two colors of blue and red flashed on him, and the speed and strength suddenly reached the extreme.
Before his roar was over, Wang Yang saw a black figure blowing towards his face with a stench, passing dozens of meters in an instant.
"Bang" Wang Yang raised his hand like lightning to block the claw, but at the same time, his forearm muscles couldn't bear the tremendous force, the blood vessels burst open and blood spurted out.
"Hi!" "Wow!"
Zhao Zhiyuan let out a scream, hugged his arm, and bounced back, looking at Wang Yang whose arm was blood-red in horror.
"What the hell are you?!"
Wang Yang was stunned and explained: "Sensory sharing, this spell will transmit all the sensations I feel to you tenfold."
As he spoke, a burst of light flashed on his forearm, and the wound healed and recovered visibly.
"There is also a healing technique, these two are the skills I exchanged yesterday."
Zhao Zhiyuan stared blankly at Wang Yang to explain it to him seriously, with a black line in his heart.
"Hey, hey, talk, this is a martial arts competition, is it really okay for you to tell me your cards so honestly?"
"A hole card? No, it's not my hole card."
With a grin, Wang Yang didn't say much, and punched Zhao Zhiyuan, who turned into a black beast.
"Do you think it won't hurt if you don't hit me? No, the forces interact with each other. If I hit you, I will hurt too!"
Dodging two punches, Zhao Zhiyuan landed with one claw.
Wang Yang didn't dodge or dodge, and when he saw the claw swiping towards him, he raised a middle finger with a smile and pressed it against it.
"click"
"Ah--!!"
Wang Yang's middle finger was broken in the middle, the bones were exposed to the air, and the other half of the finger was directly stained with blood and fell to the ground.
Everyone said that the fingers are connected to the heart, even Wang Yang's face twitched, and Zhao Zhiyuan tightened his fists and kept hitting the floor with his hands.
Huge pain kept rushing through his mind. It was not that he had never experienced a broken finger, but expanding this feeling tenfold was simply insane.
If breaking his fingers can restrain the pain, Zhao Zhiyuan will definitely break his fingers as soon as possible.
Wang Yang didn't take the opportunity to attack, he treated the middle finger unhurriedly, and straightened it sharply.
Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan on the ground, he shook his hand and said slowly: "You surrender, you are like this before my cards are used, I don't want to kill you."
Just one sense sharing cannot defeat Zhao Zhiyuan. Wang Yang knows that if he launches an attack at this time, Zhao Zhiyuan will definitely endure the pain and fight for his life.
The people of Demon Sect have experienced hundreds of battles, and the pain that is magnified ten times may suppress them for a while, but they will adapt quickly.
Wang Yang didn't want to waste time on him, but his words were extremely mocking in Zhao Zhiyuan's ears.
"Hey." With a sneer, Zhao Zhiyuan frowned and stood up, looking down at Wang Yang.
"Director Wang, are you all cowards in my Demon Sect? Surrender?"
"… "
"impossible--!!"
In the roar, the black claws tore through the air, Zhao Zhiyuan's face was twisted and hideous because of anger.
The Demon Gate is not an evil term in the camp. On the contrary, the people in the camp feel that the people in the Demon Gate are brave and brave, and they are not afraid of death.
Wang Yang wants Zhao Zhiyuan to surrender, which is tantamount to saying that men can't.
How can a man say no? !
Seeing Zhao Zhiyuan rushing up again, Wang Yang's eyes slammed, his already prepared fist burst into blue-purple lines, the blood vessels on his face swelled, and his eyes were red.
He reached out and grabbed it, grabbed one of the sharp claws that Zhao Zhiyuan swept sharply, and pushed it forward suddenly.
With a "click", Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes widened. This time, one of his fingers was really broken.
However, this pain is far less than before.
I saw that he allowed the severed finger to be completely broken, and the sharp claws he swiped did not decrease, but the speed was faster, and he slapped Wang Yang on the chest.
Immediately, four blood lines flew out from Wang Yang.
The sharp claws are like the wind, and the success is continuous, and Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes gradually reveal a trace of madness.