"Haha … Fireball?" Feng Bujue didn't need to look at the data to recognize the spell that his opponent was using. He put on a look of disdain.
It was true that Fire Ball was a very good offensive spell. Its destructive power, attack speed, and range of effect were all quite impressive. If the spellcaster was strong enough, he could add a lot of changes to this spell.
However, in front of Brother Jue, this kind of attack would not be able to cause any damage. Because …
"Good timing!" Just as Brother Jue said this, something appeared in his hand — the Heaven Spirit Earth Fiend Box.
Bang!
At the same time, the Fireball flew in front of Brother Jue and exploded suddenly.
As a Grandmaster Mage, Wisden could naturally do something with this spell. So, in order to ensure that he could hit the target, he took the initiative to detonate the fireball about half a second in advance. (This spell would only explode after coming into contact with a certain volume of solid objects.)
In an instant, the blazing fire engulfed Brother Jue and everything within a radius of five meters.
The people who were standing near Feng Bujue reacted quickly. They had all scattered when the Fireball flew over. Nezru didn't forget to pull Mad Eye away. As for Hong Hu and Snow … It wasn't that they didn't want to help their teammate, but they thought that with Feng Bujue's speed and reaction, it would be easy for him to dodge this kind of attack.
But the result was … Brother Jue didn't move from his spot.
"Hmph …" Looking at the burning fire, Wisden sneered and said through gritted teeth, "Reckless fool, it's too late for regrets now."
Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden change.
With a whoosh, the large ball of fire suddenly shrunk like a ball of hair being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, and disappeared in a few seconds.
When the fire disappeared, Feng Bujue's figure appeared again. The magical fire … had been sucked into a strange dodecahedron in his hand.
"Hmm?" Seeing that Brother Jue was unharmed, Wisden was puzzled. Then, his expression changed. "I didn't expect … you to have such a good magic weapon …"
Just as the NPC finished speaking, Snow threw a question at Brother Jue from afar. "Hey, hey … since you have a tool that can absorb magic attacks, why didn't you use it when we were being attacked?"
"The magic arrows were too weak to absorb, and the explosion spell was too strong to absorb all." Feng Bujue's answer was concise and comprehensive, and reasonable.
"Hmm … Alright." Snow shrugged, showing a noncommittal expression.
"Hehe … I see. that... the explosion spell can't be dispelled, right? Thank you for telling me … "Wisden raised the long staff in his hand after hearing this.
"Do you think I'm dead?" Seeing that the other party was about to unleash a powerful attack, Blackbeard, who was closest to Wisden, naturally would not stand by and watch. He took a big stride forward, and as he spoke, he struck out with his sword.
However, this sword strike missed.
Where the blade passed, a wave of black energy rolled out diagonally … causing a few warlocks from the Phantom Fiend Church who were more than ten meters away to die.
As for Wisden … when the other party attacked, he had already cast a "Flash Spell." With a buzzing sound, he teleported in front of Feng Bujue.
"Kid … try absorbing my physical attack." The moment Wisden appeared, he taunted and attacked at the same time.
After all, he was the God of Wisdom. It was normal for him to use some tricks in battle. Now, Wisden was using his words and actions to "mislead" his opponent into thinking that he was about to cast a powerful spell like the explosion spell. This was to hide his real intention of using his staff to hit people.
It had to be said that this was a brilliant move … At least, it had fooled most of the people present.
As one of the 'Nine Gods' who had once dominated the Chaos Sea, Wisden's Mana was definitely strong enough to 'instantly cast a large-scale explosion array'. Thus, when Blackbeard saw that he was about to 'unleash a big move', he had to be on guard.
However, there was another fact that was easily overlooked. Wisden's physical strength … was also very high.
In the system's settings, "Secondary Gods" were on the same level as the "Count of Script" and "Dianli King." Although Brother Zun and Old Wang were among the most powerful among the secondary gods, and Wisden was no match for them … with his physical ability, it was more than enough to kill one or two players with one hit.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Wisden's staff had already fallen through the wind.
The speed, power, and suddenness of this attack were enough to kill a normal player. Unfortunately …
"Not bad. Interesting." Feng Bujue used a very small movement and took a step back, easily dodging this surprise attack. In a calm tone, he said, "If I hadn't predicted that you would teleport to hit me, I might not have been able to dodge in time."
"How dare you!" Seeing this, Wisden raised his staff and swept horizontally.
This time, Brother Jue was more relaxed. His upper body did not even move. With a light jump, he jumped over the opponent's attack. As he jumped, he said, "Woah, what's going on? Melee Mage? Learning from Gandalf? Saruman? "
Just as Brother Jue was complaining, Wisden's attack missed, and he followed up with another attack. He waved his staff in a half circle and then pushed it to the ground.
This attack came from above, and it came from the tail of the staff. The attack range was very small. Feng Bujue only took half a step back to evade it, but when he took that half a step, he noticed a problem …
"Oh?" When Brother Jue realized that he could not move his body, three words came out of his mouth. "Fixing Spell?"
As the name suggested, it was a type of imprisonment spell. The activation requirements were not too strict. It required the spellcaster to imbue a physical object (usually a throwing knife or a short sword) with Mana and then "insert" it into the target's shadow. Once the spell was cast, the target whose shadow was "fixed" would also be fixed.
Of course, the person who was fixed was not "completely immobile," but "almost immobile." If one was strong enough, they could make small movements very slowly. In addition, "speaking" would not be affected by the Fixing Spell, because when a person spoke, their shadow would not change.
"It's useless to see through it now!" As Wisden spoke, he let go of his staff (the Fixing Spell would lose its effect if he pulled it out) and punched Brother Jue's head.
However, he still didn't succeed ….
Hiss —
Just as Wisden's fist was about to land, a ferocious light flashed past and sliced off the arm he was using to punch.
"It seems like you really think I'm dead." The next second, Blackbeard appeared beside Wisden, sword in hand.
"Wh … Why …" Wisden looked at his arm in shock and muttered, "How did you …"
"It's not quite what you 'expected,' right?" Blackbeard said as he swung his sword a second time.
Wisden quickly pulled out his staff from the ground to block it, but … the sword cut off both his staff and his neck …
"You really don't deserve to be called the God of Wisdom …" Blackbeard looked at the head that was drawing a parabola in the air and sneered. "You didn't even notice what the Lord of Time had done to you, and you couldn't wait to appear in front of opponents that you didn't have the confidence to defeat."
At this moment, Wisden seemed to realize something. Half a sentence flashed through his mind. "Could it be …"
Then, his train of thought was cut off forever.
"Phew …" Looking at the head that had fallen to the ground, Feng Bujue sighed. "That was close." Then, he looked at Blackbeard. "Thank you, Captain, for your help …"
"Don't play dumb," Blackbeard interrupted. "Even if I didn't do anything, you could've dealt with it all the same … I just couldn't be bothered to watch you play anymore." He paused and looked into the distance. "Now, instead of that idiot who has no idea that time has been stolen, why don't you think about … how to deal with these people around you?"
Before Blackbeard finished speaking, the warlocks of the Phantom Fiend Church had already raised their hands and, expressionlessly, tore open their sewn mouths with their fingers …
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