Do I have a chance of winning?
The other party was a representative of the Holy Church that only existed in the rumors of newbie magicians.
Not to mention a good-for-nothing like him who hadn't even reached the opening level.
Even if it was a higher position, it was unknown how many times the other party had killed it.
Do I have a chance of winning?
Wilbur was the only one left in the Wilvette family. Even his magician bloodline was obtained from his grandmother's lover.
Whether it was his financial situation, his magic lineage, his knowledge level that was far inferior to the nobles, or his magic ability that even a strong ordinary person could not defeat.
He, Wilhelm Welter, had no talent in magic. Although he was much stronger than the main character of " The Lost Knight Hero ", the uncrowned sword king, Ebon Izumi, he was only at the beginner level.
A talent that couldn't even be considered below average was extremely insignificant in the Clock Tower where geniuses gathered. It was difficult to learn even some weak tactics, let alone powerful magic.
In other words, even if he learned it, he would not be able to use the few remaining magic circuits in his body. Not only was the quality impure, but the quantity was also scarce. If one were to make a comparison, the flow of magic power in his body was only one-tenth of that in the same period as that of Kensi, and even one-twentieth of that of the Tozaka Pact.
If the bodies of those geniuses were rivers of magic power, the one in his body couldn't even be considered a small stream. If he were to make an analogy, it was probably the difference between a toilet bowl and a faucet.
Moreover, the faucet was still half-blocked.
The difference between him and the other geniuses was even greater. The difference between him and Ken was probably like the difference between an oil tank and a bucket.
Therefore, even if the few magic circuits in his body were shattered, he would not be able to release a large-scale 'ritualistic magic', let alone those high-level magic methods. He would have to prepare for nearly an hour for a small second-grade magic, and he would not even be able to instantly release the lowest-grade first-grade magic. It was already very difficult for him to advance on the path of a magician.
Wilbur Welter was such a person who came from a humble background, was weak in ability, lacked money, lacked knowledge, and even the most important thing was that he could not maintain his combat strength.
In other words, he was a weakling.
A weakling had fearlessly declared war on the most outstanding Executor of the Holy Church, the most outstanding heretic Magician Reaper, and the most outstanding Bajiquan Master.
If there was another chance, Wilbur would definitely not choose to fight.
Because he did not even have the chance to fight with the other party.
If Mary hadn't used her reserved skill, God's Grace, Wilbur would have admitted defeat long ago.
I clearly didn't want to fight!
Looking at Yan Feng who was charging straight at him, Wilbur couldn't help but curse his own stupidity. He didn't even have the time to smile bitterly.
There are eight Yin outside the nine states, eight Yin outside the eight Hong, eight Hong outside the eight poles.
Eight Extremities, Eight Great Moves, Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain!
The whistling fist shadow enveloped Wilbur, and Wilbur felt as if the tearing wind was going to smash him into pieces.
If he was hit, he would probably die immediately!
But Wilbur let out a relieved smile.
As expected, the other party had attacked him from the beginning. Even if he was a weakling, he could not underestimate him like this.
After all, behind him was a magic system with hundreds of years of history.
The magic power had been condensed. He had not spoken earlier because of this moment!
With the flow of magic power, he spat out words that were aimed at the Norse magic.
"eld"(Flame!)
Flames gathered in his palm. The tiny sparks turned into strips of fire that danced casually in his palm.
" Vinden!"）
A strong wind blew from behind him. Although the wind did not have any destructive power, it was enough as a medium for casting spells.
Flames began to rise from his hands, and gusts of wind danced around him.
last
"magi.kning" Surge!)
In an instant, the trickling Magic Circuit was filled.
The torrent of magic power began to gather as his life force flowed away.
In the next moment, the wind helped the fire. The huge pillar of fire was like a roaring fire dragon as it pounced straight at Yan Fengqi.
"Frbrnning"(Burn him, Scorching Breath!)）
Yan Feng's eyes were filled with surprise when she saw the pillar of fire charging at her. Then, she slowly lowered her momentum.
His left foot stepped on the ground, and the magic power representing defense and impact condensed on Yan Fengqi's fists.
Eight Extremities, Six Great Opening, Entanglement!
A punch was thrown out, and even the surrounding air emitted an ear-piercing screech.
Then, the wind from the magic fist destroyed the flames brought by the magic.
The defeated flames swallowed Yan Fengqi.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Wilbur shook his head with a bitter smile. The magic circuits all over his body felt like they were burning. That was the price of using magic too much.
He had exceeded his limits and used two first grade magic spells and one second grade magic spell at the same time. Moreover, he only had a few minutes to prepare.
Although it wasn't a big problem, it would be difficult for him to cast magic for a while.
And his originally little magic power was almost exhausted.
Moreover, although his enemy, Yan Fengqili, was engulfed by the flames, she was not directly hit by the impact of the flames. She probably did not suffer much damage.
The flames slowly dissipated. As expected, Yan Fengqi's priest attire was blackened and her hair was burnt a little, but her body was unharmed.
"You did well."
Yan Fengqi said in a deep voice. He already understood that this new magician had been waiting for this moment from the beginning.
It was because he was too relaxed that the other party's scheme succeeded.
This was a fatal mistake he should not have made as an executor.
If the opponent wasn't a loser like Wilbur, but a magician who sacrificed his position.
The agent named Yan Fengqili had probably been burned to ashes by the flames.
It seemed that the relaxed life these days had made him relax.
Perhaps her passing had really affected his heart.
Yan Fengqi shook her head and forgot the figure in her mind.
He was the Executor, and he would not allow failure.
Yan Fengqi once again took the opening stance. It was the opening stance of the killer move of Bajiquan, the King of Hell's Three Hands.
Wilbur looked at Yan Feng, who was charging at him, and tried his best to mobilize the magic power in his body.
However, the magic circuits that had been damaged no longer obeyed orders.
But at this moment, a large amount of magic power was drawn out from Wilbur's magic circuit.
In the next moment, a gorgeous halo swept across the entire stage.
Yan Fengqi was instantly sent flying.
That was a precious artifact, the symbol of a heroic spirit!
May glory be in the crown of the lily!
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