Mage Adam Chapter 106: James (3)

The movements of the Monte Carlo apprentices were always followed in Moldo, and the conflict just now spread to the ears of others through the departure of witnesses.

"Are you sure it's James? That old-looking James?"

The rookies are unfamiliar with James, but it doesn't mean that others are the same. The apprentices who used to work in Adam's laboratory were shocked when they heard the news. They couldn't use the always kind guidance to them. The good man in meditation is connected with the brave man who initiates the duel.

Elliott has been a man with his tail tucked between his legs for a while now. If he doesn't have something very important, he never leaves the lab, lest he'll run into Monte Carlo's 'old friends', which is rare today. Going out to relax, after hearing the news, I couldn't help but sip wine everywhere.

He didn't care about wiping, he threw down the cup and rushed out of the apprentice bar to the duel arena. He knew Francis and knew how strong he was. Although James' strength has improved rapidly in recent years, he is more aware of that pair. The old body simply can't support the long battle.

Along the way, people kept coming down to the duel arena to gather. Elliot suddenly stopped in the air, gritted his teeth, turned and flew towards Adam's laboratory. He knew that Adam never cared about things other than experiments. , but he had to know about it.

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"James are you crazy? Why are you dueling the barbarians in Monte Carlo?!"

"Give it up, it's too late to give up now, with your body, it's impossible to win, you'll die!"

Most of the apprentices who were still in the academy and knew James were present, and no one was optimistic about James, and no one wanted to watch him die.

James did not answer any questions, did not listen to any dissuasion, stood alone in the duel arena with a stubborn attitude, no tension before the war, no fear of life and death, just calm.

Suddenly, the hustle and bustle on the field fell silent, and Moldo's apprentices voluntarily gave way to the road and a large area, and looked at the Monte Carlo apprentices flying in with fear and disgust.

Bill and Monica took the lead. They landed at the other end of the stand. Monica smiled and said, "Oh, so many people, dear Bill, they seem to be angry and scared."

Bill glared at Monica coldly, but he had nothing to do with this crazy woman, so he had to tell Francis: "Hurry up, I don't like being watched as a clown."

Francis nodded heavily, the wind rolled under his feet, and he came to the duel stage in an instant, and said to James, "I really hate this feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of trash idiots." Public anger, one sentence included all the apprentices present.

Moldo's apprentice was suddenly ignited with anger, and he stood up and glared at Francis.

Francis just looked at them contemptuously, and then said, "I don't like duels either. This way of fighting against magic within the prescribed range is too naive. You don't understand what a real battle is like."

Francis's words had no effect on James, he just asked calmly: "Are you finished?"

James's words still sounded harsh to Francis, but at this time he did not affect his mood, but nodded seriously: "It's not finished, but you don't need to know, because the rest of the words , I will tell you after you die."

As soon as the voice fell, the radiance of the rune appeared, and Francis stepped back, while the serial wind blades slashed towards James at a high speed. The violent sound of breaking the air resounded like an explosion in the ears of all the onlookers, but no one was willing to blink. They looked at James worriedly, for fear that he would be killed in the first round.

Monte Carlo's apprentices all praised that Francis is best at wind blades and various shaping magics composed of wind blades. In previous battles, opponents who were weaker than him would be cut into pieces at the first time. Fragment, the same level or even slightly stronger than him, will be in a hurry.

James didn't react, and remained in place. There was no rune radiance around his body, and no defensive magic was constructed, as if he had been stunned for death.

Francis ascended into the sky and twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain as he watched James, who could not dodge. He did not wait for the result of the magic, but cast a new magic in mid-air. A wave of wind **** and cannonballs blasted towards James.

At the same time, the wind blade came to James, and at the moment when it was about to be cut open, the psychic barriers began to stack up layer by layer, quickly counteracting the power of the wind blade, the friction and collision of energy splashed sparks, James was unhurt.

In the face of the typhoon, James raised his hands, his beard and hair fluttered, and his psychic power was deformed and materialized outside the barrier. At this moment, James seemed to have thousands of Arms, use the wildest gesture to smash each wind ball ~IndoMTL.com~ to blow them away one by one.

"Is this the psychic power created by that person?" Bill asked softly, staring at the battlefield in the stands.

A flower actually appeared at Monica's feet. She sat in the flower and put her hands on her cheeks and said thoughtfully, "Is that so? I've heard of this kind of meditation for a long time, but I thought it was flashy. I didn't expect it to be interesting?"

"It's really interesting. There is no elemental aura, and pure spiritual power is substantiated to carry magic. It's an unexpected way."

Francis was not surprised when he saw that James had broken his magic. This kind of battle is interesting. Now that he has become a clown on stage, defeating a strong enemy is better than playing a one-man show.

Monte Carlo's apprentice's impression of James and telekinesis is only interesting, and no one thinks that James can defeat Francis with this kind of thing. In addition to them, Moldo's apprentices clenched their fists and expressed hope, hoping that James could create a miracle.

Francis flicked his fingers again and again, and the fine wind blades converged into tiny whirlwinds. Countless whirlwinds formed a huge tornado, which rolled towards James according to his drive. The amazing cutting force made the entire stand unrecognizable, and the onlookers were unrecognizable. Defenses had to be built to stop the escaping wind blades and rubble.

James took a sharp breath, and with each breath, the psychic power began to shine and condensed on his body. After a blink of an eye, he was wrapped in it like an elemental creature. James looked like a giant, stepping up and punching in the face of the incoming tornado.

"Beyond one's own strength!" Francis muttered softly. For him, magic would not stop until the enemy died, so he continued to build wind blades, and five tornadoes rolled up on the field at the same time.