"How dare you use your mentality to cast a spell? You're lucky you didn't turn into a lunatic." Angele was not going to give in.
"Actually … you're not as weak as I thought," Benedict said in a light tone.
"If I didn't paralyze my muscles …" Angele narrowed his eyes.
Several minutes later.
The sky was getting dark, and it was already late at night.
"You think you're better than me?" Angele countered.
"…" Angele was speechless.
"If I can survive this, I will," Benedict said. Angele was no longer as angry at Benedict as before. Instead, he felt sorry for the death of an opponent of the same level as him. "But I'll die here with you, and I'll become a joke in the wizard world."
The silver-haired man hesitated for a second and opened his mouth.
"Help me tell Princess Lydiawei of Santiago not to wait for me any longer."
Another two hours passed.
The anger on the silver-haired man's face slowly disappeared.
"I've killed at least seven or eight rank 3 wizard apprentices. You're such a disgusting person," the silver-haired man suddenly said.
"Hey, how much strength do you have left?" he asked Angele in a low voice.
The voices of the people not far away were getting further and further away, gradually disappearing.
Angele just stood there, not moving an inch. He just watched Benedict's movements. The silver-haired man was weak, and after he finished applying the ointment on his hands and stomach, he laid on the grass quietly.
"Can I take that as a compliment?" Angele smiled. "Or maybe you're admitting that you're an idiot? I didn't even learn all the spells, but I still beat you up. "
"F * ck … You're a jinx!" Benedict cursed in the language of the earth.
"You're arrogant, aren't you? Say it again! "Angele sneered. "Didn't you just say that you're going to kill everyone around me? What happened? You're exhausted now? Lying on the ground like a dog, are you wagging your tail and begging me for mercy? "
"Well …" Benedict looked a bit embarrassed. "Well, I won't die. Anyway, I gained something from this trip. In any case, I got to know an idiot like you who can't be beaten to death. "
"Aren't you the same? There's no deep hatred between us. There was no need to fight to the death. It's strange, why do I want to kill you as soon as I see you? "Benedict said with a smile.
"You can give it a try," the silver-haired youth said expressionlessly. The massive loss of blood made his complexion even more unsightly. However, his gaze did not waver in the slightest. He stared at Angele like a hawk. At the same time, he dug the soil with his left hand and pulled out his cross sword. He did not care that his fingernails were badly mutilated by the soil. He then took out a small bottle of green ointment from his waist pouch and carefully smeared it on the palm that had been pierced by the cross sword. With a hissing sound, the wound immediately emitted a wisp of green smoke, and the bleeding stopped.
"Idiot!" The silver-haired youth rolled his eyes.
"Unfortunately, you still have a long way to go," Angele interrupted. "We're pretty lucky. That group of people weren't robbers. They were just passing by. And they didn't notice us. "
Both of them suddenly realized something. They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh softly.
"You can try to provoke me again." Angele narrowed his eyes. "I'll peel off your skin and make it into an oil lamp. Then I'll soak you in a pool of maggots."
"You're not as stupid as you think." Angele smiled.
The two became silent again. They were both trying to recover before the other.
"I don't waste my time talking to weaklings." Angele smiled.
"Me too. My head is still hurting. But even if I die! No one can humiliate me! " Benedict's expression suddenly changed. He took out a yellow scroll from his pouch with trembling hands.
Time passed quickly, and the sky was getting dark. Strange roars and cries of birds could be heard faintly in the surrounding forest. There were clusters of glowing mushrooms on the ground and under the trees. The glowing mushrooms illuminated the entire forest.
"Speaking of which, your magic resistance is high, and your mentality is strong, right? Maybe you can survive. If you do, can you do me a favor? "Benedict suddenly said.
"Stupid monkey, it must be bad. You're injured, lost a lot of blood, and your mentality is exhausted. You must have a terrible headache, right?" Angele smiled.
Several minutes later …
The two stopped talking again.
Angele jumped to Benedict and slashed at him with his crossguard sword.
Time ticked by. Both of them maintained their original positions, without any change in their movements.
"I …" Benedict looked like he was in pain. "You freak!"
"You don't have to risk your life for the people of Vader. We're going to be formal wizards in the future. Don't you think it's ridiculous to fight for such a small benefit?" Angele laughed.
But after a while, Angele's expression suddenly changed.
Benedict's face turned red. "You f * cking idiot! You're a rank 3 wizard apprentice, and you can't even learn all the spells. You … You …" Benedict could not find anything more disgusting to say.
"Your muscles are numb, and your body is corroded by negative energy particles. I'm surprised you can still talk," the silver-haired man said.
Angele was speechless.
One of them was standing, and the other was lying down. They did not move for a while.
"Stupid monkey, all you can do is talk." Angele looked at the monkey with a mocking expression on his face. "If it weren't for the fact that I know too few spells, a fool like you would be fooled so much that even your mother wouldn't be able to recognize you." It had to be said that some languages on Earth, after being deeply processed, possessed shocking lethality.
"Necromancy … Then why did you use Wind Elemental energy?" Benedict was speechless. "You're a genius. Don't tell me you only know two spells? "Angele tried to ask.
"If I didn't waste my mentality and mana …" the silver-haired man on the ground said in a low voice.
"You …" The silver-haired man shook his head. "My name is Benedict, and my major is Lightning Elemental. Which university are you from? You shouldn't be a nobody. "
Angele's face twitched, but he did not say anything.
"Nice to meet you, Angele." Benedict had a sincere smile on his face. "Only the strong have the right to walk with me."
"No way …" Benedict also heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He had a bitter smile on his face.
"Hey! Angele, you're not from Ramsoda College, are you? "
"I just came from the dock, and I'm going back to school. I didn't expect to meet a freak like you," Benedict said helplessly. He took a deep breath and started talking again. "Say, now that both of us can't move, if there are bandits or beasts coming, wouldn't they be able to easily rob and kill two powerful wizards in the future? If word got out that two peak-level 3 acolytes had died tragically in the wilderness, robbed and robbed by bandits... It'll be the biggest news of the year … "
"Come and kill me if you dare!" The silver-haired man's tone was cold. "How dare you use the negative energy particles of Necromancy to increase your magic resistance? You're lucky that you're still alive. "
"Come and kill me if you dare." The silver-haired man's expression did not change. It was like he was not injured at all. "A piece of trash like you wouldn't dare to do it. Come and kill me! "
Angele was speechless.
"Angele, major in Necromancy," Angele said in a light tone.
"You figured it out?" Angele nodded calmly. "I'm surprised that there's someone from Manchester in Ramsoda Empire."
"It's the first time I've met someone as disgusting as you. I could've killed you with one strike, but we're all in a miserable situation. Who's to blame?" Angele said in a cold tone.
"It's a shame that I won't be able to see the beautiful stars in my hometown anymore." Benedict looked lonely.
The two of them were having a hard time dealing with each other. After a while, they both felt that their mouths were dry, so they decided to calm down and recover their energy.
"I'll live longer than you. You should've told me your name before asking for someone else's name. "
"You bastard!" Angele was furious. It was the first time he had met such a stubborn opponent.
"You bastard …!!" Benedict was furious. However, it was indeed difficult for him to fight back. After all, it was an indisputable fact that he had been cheated of a spell.
"That's a Wizard's scroll spell …" Angele gasped. "It's a level 1 spell at least. I didn't know you had one. Why didn't you use it earlier? "
"Hey, what's your name? I hate to admit it, but it's the first time I've met an opponent like you. When you die, your name will forever be recorded in my battle records. "
"You'll die if you use it," Benedict responded. "This is one of the level 1 spells that consumes the most mentality. I don't have enough mentality to activate it, so I can only activate it. It won't differentiate between friend and foe," Angele said.
Benedict's headache was getting worse. He was speechless for a while, then he looked at Angele curiously.
"Idiot!"
Time ticked by. Both of them were extremely weak due to the severe backfire and the sequelae. They could not fight at all. It was a stalemate.
Angele shook his hand and threw the crossguard sword at Benedict's chest. However, as the silver-haired youth hastily dodged it, he let out a blood-curdling scream. The tip of the sword had ruthlessly nailed his right hand to the grass. Blood gushed out of the wound.
"Say it."
"You wouldn't be so angry if you could move." Angele glared at him.
The two argued for a long time, but the only thing they could do was argue. After an unknown period of time, both of them fell silent at the same time.
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