Soon, Ye Qingxuan could no longer see his face far away, because the soil under his feet also boiled and turned into lava. The lava extended upwards along his ankles, and the black crystals extracted from the soil multiplied rapidly, covering his body and making his body grow bigger and bigger.
On top of the black rock carapace that is comparable to steel, there are densely covered scorching red circuits, which are constantly emitting blazing heat. Within five steps, no one dares to approach.
But above his head, a dark cloud condensed out of thin air, exuding a biting cold. Occasionally, a cold wind blew, leaving a pale frost mark on the ground.
It was like a demon from hell came to the world, spreading fire and ice, causing the earth to tremble and the wind to roar.
The other two graduates maintained the melody, their faces turning pale: it was obvious that the power maintaining this frenzy was almost beyond their control.
Even his teammates stayed far away from James, for fear that they would be affected by the crazy power.
"are you ready?"
James stepped on the football that had frozen into a huge ice ball under his feet, and showed a ferocious expression to the boy:
"Game start!"
boom!
Ye Qingxuan only felt a red stream of light coming toward his face!
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“A movement by Saint Liszt: Matjepa?”
In the stands, Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, was slightly shocked.
This is a resonant piece created by the saints of the past based on the deeds of the legendary hero Matjepa, which transforms the musician into the controller of the four elements, wielding earth, water, fire and wind, and transforming into a machine of destruction.
If we really go all out, it may not be impossible to turn an entire town into coke.
Liszt, Paganini, Chopin.
These three saints who have made outstanding contributions to the Change faction are collectively called the Three Heroes of Change in the classics.
Historically, they are hundreds of years apart from each other, and they are not all musicians who specialize in change, but they have laid the foundation and path for the change faction with their own theories. The influence of their music theory and style on the entire change faction has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. .
Liszt, who specializes in change, directly adapted many musical scores into the format of the change faction, making its destructiveness and violence even higher.
He was immersed in changing factions throughout his life and was unparalleled in the world in his piano attainments. After his death, he was welcomed into the Holy City and transformed into the Holy Spirit. He avoided his name and was called the King of Gale, the Creator and Destroyer.
It was this piece of music that led to the school of change being called the school of "battlefield musicians".
But soon, Ludwig reacted:
"I didn't expect it. It's really scary. I didn't expect that the 'division of labor and synchronization' technology of the Change Academy has become so mature?"
He has already seen that this movement is not the original version of "Majepa", but an adaptation that has lowered its rank and usage requirements.
After all, that world-famous symphonic poem is a resonance-level movement, and it is famous for its extreme burden on the musicians.
It is obvious that the arranger downgraded the original movement to the level of a musician, and in order to reduce the difficulty, it was also divided into three, so that the three musicians can perform in the same tune at the same time, and jointly load the movement to bring huge pressure.
And this movement derived from his works also directly refers to the power of his "incarnation of change" back then. Almost the moment it took effect, the ether on the entire stadium changed crazily.
In the observation of the ether sphere, a vague ether vortex formed above the stadium, and a huge undercurrent spread to all directions, involving everything in turmoil.
Ludwig put away the ether ball and nodded slowly: "It is indeed a school that has exhausted the principles of change. Although it is only an adaptation, Mr. Yegor's attainments in the school of change are evident."
"I am over-flattered."
Yegor nodded reservedly and smiled softly. Although the arrangement of this movement is not his favorite work, it still makes him look good.
But at the other end of the stand, someone laughed softly, making Yegor frown slightly.
The uninvited blond man was sitting next to the principal, his face hidden in the shadows, just staring at the field, and he got up and gloated when he saw Ye Qingxuan was going to be unlucky.
"Hey, that kid is miserable."
He whispered softly, not knowing who he was talking about.
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In just a moment, strong wind and fire rushed towards him.
It was like a stream of light rushing in, leaving a burning scorch mark wherever it passed.
Riding the fire and storm wind, swaying the frost, James had already passed by Ye Qingxuan in an instant.
Ye Qingxuan subconsciously wanted to intercept the ball, but James just glanced at him and waved from a distance.
Foehn wind stirred up with the pressure of that palm, and a stream of dark red fire emerged out of thin air and rushed in the direction of Ye Qingxuan.
The huge air pressure is like the barrel of a cannon, roaring and shaking, and the high temperature contained in the storm airflow brings enough heat to burn the lungs.
Even if a piece of iron was blocked in front of him, it would be instantly burned red by the foehn wind.
Obviously, James kept his hand and did not completely kill him, but he was not gentle enough either. If this blast of foehn wind hit him, he would probably be sent to the emergency room in an instant.
In an instant, the young man who was running had only time to raise his hands to protect his head and face. Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain in front of him, and was involuntarily knocked over. He rolled in the air, fell to the ground, and coughed violently.
Soon, he froze, looking at his intact limbs: he seemed to have done nothing except being overturned.
In the distance, James, who had already rushed to the midfield, looked away, snorted coldly, and looked at the stool man next to the goal.
It was this guy who just grasped that moment and deconstructed most of his Foehn Wind. But Brother Stool looked at the smiling man next to him in astonishment.
—Char.
At that moment, he and he took action at the same time, no, he even took action earlier than himself.
He was focused on neutralizing Foe Feng, but he directly acted on Ye Qingxuan's body, playing several notes with a snap of his fingers like flowing clouds and flowing water.
First there was the "haze" that changed the air pressure, blurring the outline of Ye Qingxuan, and then there was the "bubble" and "light" that distorted the light, causing James to lose his target in an instant.
Then came the mirror that Ye Qingxuan was best at, creating a fire-attracting target next to him and bearing most of the power on his behalf.
Just as the foehn wind blew towards his face, another frost ray hit Ye Qingxuan, neutralizing the scorching heat in the foehn wind.
Finally, it was the merciless "qi". The first expanding air pressure lifted Ye Qingxuan up, escaping the impact of the aftermath of the Foehn wind.
In a split second, Foehn Feng's power did not hit Ye Qingxuan at all.
The tragic situation in which Ye Qingxuan was thrown away was caused by Charles himself...
"What's wrong?"
Charles noticed his gaze and smiled shyly, "Are you shocked, surprised, and want to praise me? Come on, hero..."
Brother Stool immediately wanted to ignore him.
He now has to be fully alert to meet the impact of James - that guy is the real thorny problem.
After gathering the strength of all his teammates, that guy transformed into the prototype of the Destroying Titan, dashing across the field and completely destroying dozens of barriers he had set up.
Whether it was the stone wall rising from the ground or the formation of spears and horses formed by frost, they were all destroyed, leaving only a pile of debris.
In the cheers of the Academy of Change, James surged all the way on the court, unstoppable.
Well, if you don’t count the slender figure standing in front of him...
Wait, is there someone else blocking the way
Charles was stunned, and soon he came to his senses, his expression suddenly changed:
"Bai Xi?"
It's really fucking bad!
Right in the middle of the field, right in front of James, Bai Xi stood there blankly, as if he hadn't reacted yet, staring blankly at the fire coming towards his face.
He had no time to speak and ran towards Bai Xi, but it was already too late.
Outside the stadium, some people in the audience could not bear to exclaim: Although many people have mixed feelings about Ye Qingxuan's chief, they mostly praise this pretty and cute little girl.
It's just that in the past few months since school started, although Ye Qingxuan has been in the limelight, Bai Xi has not had any problems. When more people saw her, they saw her walking her dog and playing with flowers.
In front of that scorching light, Bai Xi's figure was extremely small, like a reflection in the water.
In the next moment, he would be crushed easily.
James looked at the vague face, his heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't help but slow down.
Just let it fly and forget it.
The flames spitting out from his body turned into a relatively harmless storm shield, and he made up his mind to blow this little girl away.
But in the storm that was enough to roll up the boulder, Bai Xi remained motionless, as if there were roots under his feet.
But the inappropriate skirt on her body was blown by the wind, like white petals blooming in the strong wind.
James' expression became vaguely regretful, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to watch what happened next:
"Pity."
Bang!
In an instant, the two figures collided. The storm and fire set off a torrent, scorching the grass within a few meters. The flames and frost intertwined, turning into a thick mist that engulfed their figures.
Unexpectedly, Bai Xi flew out upside down, with his tendons and bones broken.
There was a stunned silence in the audience.
Bang!
There was another loud noise, and a startled scream came from the thick fog... Does that voice sound like James
But in the stands, Yegor stood up in shock and looked at the field blankly.
Others can't understand, but he can see clearly:
At that moment, he saw the little girl in the white skirt take a step back and stand firm.
Immediately afterwards, he put on a punching stance, facing James who was rushing forward, and made a clear voice:
"Ah da!"