For Mason, this was simply a tragedy …
He had endured the Mental Control's duration and wanted to release an Elemental Shield to protect himself. However, he did not expect Gryffindor to be so shrewd. He had already calculated the timing of his casting. The release of this Mana Retroaction was like a kick to his throat. It made him lose his right to speak in an instant.
"What should I do?" The difference in strength between the two parties was huge. No matter how optimistic Mason's character was, he could not help but panic at this moment.
This panic would be even more troublesome …
Before Mason could think of a solution, Gryffindor used another Mental Control …
"F * ck!" Mason could only feel his vision turning black. It had not even been a minute since the last time he was controlled, and he had lost control of his mental strength again. Then, he felt the mana in his body gushing out crazily. Another three consecutive Flaming Storms blasted on the Aurora Square.
At this moment, Mason really wanted to die.
Even a mage apprentice knew that the Flaming Storm was famous for its huge mana consumption. He was only a level-11 Magic Shooter. He was not a freak like Felic who had unlimited mana. How could he have so much mana to blast the ground?
After a few consecutive Flaming Storms, Mason could clearly feel that the mana in his body was showing signs of drying up …
"It's over, it's over …" In a short battle of a minute, he had been controlled twice consecutively. This was enough to make him feel hopeless. Yet, this b * tch Gryffindor was not in a hurry to defeat him. Instead, he used such a despicable and shameless method to deplete his mana. At this moment, even a fool would know that this b * tch Gryffindor definitely had some sinister tricks waiting for him …
It was not that Mason did not want to admit defeat. After all, the difference in strength between them was too great. Even if he admitted defeat, it would not be considered embarrassing. However, this b * tch Gryffindor did not even give him a chance to admit defeat. The continuous magic suppression made Mason unable to even open his mouth, not to mention requesting the two judges to give up.
When the fourth Flaming Storm came out, Mason was already in complete despair. The last bit of mana had been completely depleted. The only thing he could rely on now was that almost negligible natural recovery.
With his bit of mental strength, the bit of mana that he recovered was not even enough to put up an Elemental Shield. How could he turn the situation around?
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning …" As the two brushed past each other, Gryffindor's voice entered Mason's ears like a venomous snake …
Looking at Mason's pale face, Gryffindor's heart was filled with the thrill of revenge. This was the result he wanted. He wanted to exhaust all of his strength, and then completely destroy his confidence so that he would die in endless pain and despair.
All this was originally prepared for Orrin. However, he did not expect that Mason to be the one who spoiled Gryffindor's plan. Gryffindor, Mason, Orrin, and Mason, Mason, Mason, and Mason, Orrin, Or Mason Grin, Mason Out Spell, Is Translator., Lin, Editor, Editor Lin, Editor Grate Mason. Mason's.
After two consecutive spells of mental control, Gryffindor had completely dominated the battle. Mason had already exhausted the last bit of his mana. He could only watch as Gryffindor began to recite his spell with a sinister smile on his face.
"This is big trouble …" Lin Li stood at the edge of the Aurora Square from afar. His heart was already extremely anxious. When the first Mental Control was released, Lin Li had already guessed Gryffindor's plan. At that time, he really wanted to rush to the Aurora Square to remind Mason — Hurry up and admit defeat, stop being stubborn!
Unfortunately, the match had already progressed to this point. It was too late for him to remind Mason. Gryffindor had used two Mental Controls to exhaust Mason's mana. What would happen next would be a complete trampling. Lin Li could only hope that Mason could find an opportunity in this desperate situation. Even if he could not stop the battle, he had to fight for some time to catch his breath. Otherwise, if this went on, even if Mason did not die, he would be driven completely crazy by Gryffindor.
But with Mason's strength, how could it be easy to find an opportunity in front of Gryffindor?
As soon as Gryffindor finished speaking, he waved the magic staff in his hand lightly. What followed was a Repelling Spell …
This Repelling Spell could only be described as sinister. Under Gryffindor's deliberate control, there was a small deviation in the elemental arrangement of the Repelling Spell. And this small deviation directly caused its attack to be from top to bottom, smashing towards Mason in an almost oppressive manner.
That's right, it was indeed a "smash" …
In that instant, Mason felt as if he had been smashed by a huge rock falling from the sky. In a split second, he could only feel his vision turning black. His mind was blank, and traces of warm liquid were gushing out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth …
"How do you feel?" After releasing the Repelling Spell, Gryffindor was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he moved closer to Mason with a face full of smiles.
"Gryffindor, don't go overboard …" Mason opened his eyes with difficulty, but only felt that everything around him had become abnormally blurry. Whether it was Gryffindor in front of him, or the referee and audience in the distance, they all seemed to have suddenly become two different people. Looking at that blurry shadow swaying in front of his eyes, Mason weakly stretched out his hand to rub his eyes. But when he touched it, he realized that his hand was covered with blood …
"Overboard? Hahaha, Mage Mason, you're really interesting. Didn't I tell you just now that this is just the beginning? There are more exciting things waiting for you at the back. Enjoy it … "
"Gryffindor, I … I'm warning you, my uncle is not to be trifled with. If you really injure me, my uncle will definitely not let you off …" Mason said while panting. At the same time, he desperately urged his mental strength, wanting to recover enough mana in this limited time.
In order to gain more time, he did not even hesitate to say some stupid words. It was all to lure Gryffindor to continue mocking him, and not to use a spell to put himself in a desperate situation again.
"Hehe, your uncle? You mean that good-for-nothing Antonio? Don't joke around, idiot. In terms of status, I'm also a deacon of the guild. In terms of identity, I'm the disciple of Master Rosen. Not to mention injuring you, even if I killed you, your idiot uncle would not dare to do anything to me. If you don't believe me, you can also try … "
"Is that so …"
"I've said it before. If you don't believe me, you can also try."
"Alright, I admit that you're right. But, Mage Gryffindor, I really don't understand. This is just a competition. Why did you hit me so hard? Don't tell me that you used Mental Control to deplete my mana just to chat with me."
"As for this question …" Gryffindor's face was still filled with a smug smile. It looked like he was really beside himself with joy. But halfway through his sentence, Gryffindor's expression suddenly changed, and he released an Air Bomb. "You'd better ask Orrin yourself after you're dead!"
"Ah …" This Air Bomb just happened to explode on Mason's chest. Be it the power or the damage, it far exceeded the previous Repelling Spell. In an instant, only Mason's scream could be heard, and blood splattered. When the dust dispersed, Mason's chest was already a mess of flesh and blood …
"Poor idiot, do you think you can fool me with that little trick of yours? You want to fight for time to recover your mana with just a few stupid words? I really don't know if you're too stupid or too naive … "Gryffindor's Air Bomb severely injured Mason, and his face was filled with a sarcastic smile.
There was no other way. The difference in strength between them was too big. With Gryffindor's sharp senses as an Archmage, he did not need to look much to easily grasp the movement of Mason's mana. When Mason opened his mouth to speak, he had already guessed his opponent's intention. But Gryffindor was not in a hurry to act. He enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. He had been waiting for his opponent to recover enough mana before using an Air Bomb to make him fall into despair again.
This was the game of cat and mouse. Give the mouse hope again and again, and then make it fall into despair again and again.
"F * ck …" The air exploded in his chest, and Mason felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. The burning pain was constantly coming from his chest, and the pain of being mutilated was even more unbearable than death …
At this moment, Mason had really lost all hope.
Gryffindor's scheming was far beyond Mason's imagination. He had already used all his methods, and even performed like a clown. But the result was that he could not even fight for a little time to recover his mana. The result of all his scheming was just an Air Bomb …
"How is it, Mage Mason? Can you still stand up? The game has just started. I don't want it to end so soon … "Gryffindor recited a spell, and an electric arc jumped out from his palm. He played with the electric arc in his hand, making it change into different shapes as he slowly walked towards the edge of the square.
"It's over, it's really over this time …" Mason laid there softly, and his heart slowly sank.
In a trance, Mason seemed to hear someone calling his name.
At first, Mason thought he was hallucinating, but he soon realized that the voice was getting clearer. When he listened carefully, it seemed to be Felic's voice!
"It's really Felic?" Mason resisted the tearing pain and turned his head slightly. He suddenly realized that not far from him, Felic was covering his mouth with both hands and shouting his name loudly, as if he wanted to tell him something.
This sudden discovery immediately gave hope to Mason, who was in despair.
Yes, Felic had always been omnipotent. He must have a way!
Mason clenched his teeth as he held onto this only hope. He dragged his injured body and took a few more steps back …
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