Chapter 427 (2/2)

Looking at Tiber who fell to the ground, Wenqi's mouth was slightly hooked, showing a contemptuous smile. As soon as he closed his left hand, he closed the magic book that had been spread out, and the Fengshen barrier in front of everyone disappeared at the same time - this is obviously a magic that needs to be supported by the magic book, which is far from the powerful magic that Wenqi can exert now. The only problem is that people don't know how many times this Fengshen barrier can be exerted.

This time, Vinci began to sing the mantra.

The voice is not big, but the words are clear. Everyone can feel a magic wave gathering on Wenqi. This time, there was no amazing power to show. Perhaps this is the strength of Wenqi itself. However, after seeing the thunder and wind god barrier, everyone looked at Wenqi's way of singing mantra, but felt that he was humiliating Tiber.

In fact, Wenqi does.

When the chanting of the mantra was over, Wenqi waved his hand and pointed, and there was a sudden drop of thunder towards the place where Tiber lay!

Lightning strike.

This is only a second level magic, also known as small thunder. Its power is only a quarter of the thunder falling skill that Wenqi killed the two soldiers just now. Although it has a certain power, it is only for ordinary people. For experts like Tiber, the nature of punishment and ridicule is far more than lethal.

Judging from the way that Wenqi can silently send level-4 magic thunder drop just now, he doesn't need any singing time for lightning strike, and there's no problem with instant.

This is a naked mockery!

When the first lightning stroke fell, Tiber finally let out a painful groan, and the whole person woke up and turned around. But before he could get up from the ground, the second lightning stroke fell again, and it also hit Tiber's body, which made him half kneel again.

Wenqi's arrogant and arrogant laughter suddenly sounded.

Tiber looked up angrily, but in exchange for the third and fourth lightning stroke.

Although the power of lightning stroke is far less than that of falling thunder, it is also fatal if it bears more times. It is a kind of naked face beating to kill an opponent by lightning stroke, which is not even ridicule and contempt.

”Enough!” When the fifth lightning stroke fell, pachuli finally said, ”I admit defeat!”

”Sir, there is a violation.” The old magician suddenly interrupted, ”according to the rules, only when the people in the field admit defeat can one party be considered defeated. Now your followers haven't opened their mouth, how can this be regarded as admitting defeat?”

”You!” Pachuli glared angrily.

The sixth lightning stroke, blast down!

”Tiber!” Patricia shouted, ”if you can speak, speak immediately! I order you to admit defeat! ”

The blue brilliance showed that the seventh lightning stroke fell again, and Wenqi's laughter was even greater.

”Tiber!”

When the eighth lightning stroke fell, Tiber was already lying on the ground, with scorched burns all over his body, which was obviously seriously injured. Wenqi began to sing the mantra again. After listening to it for so long, everyone knew that it was still a lightning stroke. With Tiber's current injury, I'm afraid when these nine lightning strokes fall, it will be the moment when he died.

Sean frowned, and Alfred was ready to charge.

As a soldier and soldier, Alfred can tolerate failure, but he can't tolerate such humiliation. This is no longer a competition, but an almost naked insult. Although soma said at the beginning that this competition was likely to die, if she just killed Tiber cleanly, it would at most appear that Wenqi's character is a little cruel.

But like now, it makes people very oppressed and angry.

”Tiber! Get up! ” Patricia shouted.

Wenqi's means of humiliating Tiber is tantamount to humiliating all the soldiers on the field. A guy with a flood of sense of justice like Christina is staring at Wenqi like a father murderer. He wants to rush up and tear him apart immediately.

However, because of the existence of rules, no one here dares to mess around.

The mantra has been sung to the end, the gathering of magic has reached its peak, and the ninth lightning stroke is about to fall.

Sean sighed slightly. He had made a decision. If Wenqi dared to drop the lightning stroke, he would save Tiber even if he exposed his identity.

It's not about rules, interests or anything else.

Just because Sean is also a soldier, he can accept that Tiber was defeated and killed by Wenqi, but he can't watch Tiber die under this humiliation.

But just then, a faint voice sounded in the quiet arena where the atmosphere was almost breathless.

”I... Admit... Lose...”

That's Tiber's voice!