Greya decided not to think about these things for the time being and to watch the game first.
After Trom stood up, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face seemed to be flushed red by the flames in his chest.
"Devil's Fire." Trom had been living in the abyss before. He was too familiar with the power of demons. He looked at Azaz with a scrutiny in his eyes: "Why do you use Demon's Fire?"
Asaz said softly: "I just borrowed his power."
"He? Who are you talking about, the demon of the abyss?"
Facing Trom's questioning, Asaz did not answer, but bowed his head slightly apologetically and said, "I have an agreement with him in advance, sorry I can't tell."
Since Asaz was unwilling to speak, Trom did not ask any further questions, and this was not the time to ask questions.
Trom looked down at the wound in his chest, the intense pain made him start to cramp. He endured the discomfort and let out a long sigh of relief: "I originally planned to use its power when I challenged him. But now it seems that I have to write it seriously."
"... The power of the devil is also worth taking seriously."
After that, Trom's limbs showed strange changes. His hands turned into fluffy deer hooves, his thighs became thicker, his calves became thinner but firmer and stronger, and his feet also turned into shining hoofs.
When all the limbs were changed, Trom's body began to inexplicably filled with cold frost, like a cloud, lingering around his feet and hands.
At the same time, this frosty air slowly froze the burning in his chest. In the case of no cure for a short time, it can only be temporarily frozen and put aside.
When Trom was changing, Asaz did not attack him. This made Trom's perception of Azaz slightly improved, but even if he really attacked at that time, Trom had a way to deal with it.
Because Asaz was more "gentleman" in the past, before Trom started, he also reminded: "I'm going, pay attention."
After he finished speaking, Trom turned into hoofed feet and stomped on the ground.
A crisp voice appeared when he exerted his strength. I saw that the ring under his feet suddenly seemed to form a layer of ice, but Trom's force broke the ice.
Like a cannonball, Trom made a loud sound barrier and charged towards Azaz.
It was not until Trom left that everyone noticed that there was a huge pothole in the ring where he stepped before. It's full of shattered ice cubes...
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes were full of horror: it turned out that the ring under Trom's feet was not covered with ice, but was directly turned into ice by Trom!
Before Trom punched the pits out of the arena, it can only be said that his strength is very strong, but in the scene just now, even a water apprentice who is proficient in ice, needs to construct at least a third-level trick to do it!
And Trom obviously didn't build a trick, just kicked his legs lightly, and the ring turned into ice!
It's not a trick, it's Trom's own power. It was not shown before, so it must be the power when he turned into a "half-beast state" now.
What kind of bloodline does this terrifying ice power come from
While everyone was speculating, Trom was already fighting with Asaz. On one side, the black fire flickered, and on the other side, the frost and mist shrouded, and the rumbling sound resounded through the sky from time to time, like a song of ice and fire intertwined.
As a gourmet wizard, Asaz faced the bloodline side, his previous strategy was to keep the distance as far as possible. But when he borrowed the power of the devil, close combat is actually more suitable for the power of the devil.
But Azaz, after all, hadn't systematically learned to fight in close quarters, and under the overwhelming attack of Trom, he could only barely cope.
Moreover, in the process of responding, Azaz must also be careful. When resisting Trom's attack, he must attach the power of the devil to neutralize the cold caused by Trom's attack. Otherwise, that kind of terrifying frost and cold air, Azaz just accidentally touched a trace just now, and immediately got into Azaz's body, like a tarsal maggot constantly hurting.
After fighting for about three minutes, Asaz felt that he couldn't keep up with Trom's speed.
Trom is getting stronger and faster. If he continued, he would definitely not be able to resist all of them, and once his body was frozen, the result would be hard to say.
Azaz began to try to break out of this painful stalemate.
Trom naturally discovered this, but he couldn't let Azaz escape so easily, instead he moved faster. He also used frost mist to form a blocking wall, so that Azaz had nowhere to run.
Seeing this scene, Asaz gritted his teeth and called out in his heart, "Sebastian, I still need your strength."
It didn't take long for a distant sound that seemed to come from the depths of the darkness, and came back: "Dear Miloris, of course, as long as your tribute food is in place, I will naturally give you feedback."
After receiving the response, Asaz was a little calmer. Now that he has Sebastian's promise, Azaz no longer saves, and the demon power originally attached to his body was instantly taken out by him.
The demonic power formed a black-red orb in his hand.
The terrifying aura immediately overflowed, and even the people sitting in the auditorium outside the defense hood felt this aura of power that made them tremble.
Trom, who was nearby, felt the worst. He looked at the extreme demonic power in Azaz's hand, and a trace of unease flashed in his eyes.
When a crack appeared on the black-red ball, Trom's anxiety reached its peak, and he fled back without hesitation.
The moment Trom turned around, a violent explosion, combined with the extreme darkness, instantly enveloped the ring.
All they saw was that Trom seemed to be forced on his back and was rushed out. As for the result, it was shrouded in darkness and no one could see it.
There was silence in the audience. Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene. The terrifying aura of power was still waving around them, making them all keep their mouths tightly shut, and even their breathing slowed down.
The arena of ten thousand people seemed to stand still at this moment. In this silence, even the rustling of the clothes can be heard.
After an unknown time, a sharp voice broke the silence.
"Is Trom dead?"
Although this sentence is a question, there is an inexplicable feeling of coursing. Everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, only to see a snow crow flying up in the air at some point in time. It stared at the arena with a beaming expression, the person who spoke... the bird who spoke, it was it.
Who is this bird? Could it be that he has a grudge against Trom? Otherwise what is it happy for
Similar doubts appeared in everyone's heart, but this doubt did not last long, and they were most concerned about the arena. Although the gossip about love, hate and hatred is also interesting, but after the game is over, it is still important for the game.
However, today's arena is still shrouded in darkness, and no one can see the situation inside.
What's going on inside
How is Trom