Although the combined strength of these two intermediate mages is not as strong as Dilit, and the ice crystal cooling and snow wolf roars, there are still many attack spells that belong to intermediate mages.

"Fuse-bound!"

"Scary swamp!"

A burning rope came out of one of them, and after several circles in the air, it quickly surrounded Ricci and headed towards Zoro in the middle.

Another spell was that when the advance amount was calculated, the ground in front of Ricci began to soften slowly. Countless purple-black bubbles emerged from the ground, and waves of fishy smell came to the nose. Some of them looked like animal bones, rotten meat, etc. that had been corroded for a long time. When this spell was completed in the cafeteria, countless students who were eating only felt their stomachs surging and almost vomiting.

However, these two spells that cooperated with tacit understanding were useless as the moment the transparent wings behind Ricci stretched out, as if they hit cotton.

The moment the fuse was about to surround Ricci, his wings scattered lightly and flew into the air, and the spell was filled with nothing. As for the terrifying swamp, it was also cast in vain.

Although Ricci's Fire Lotus Technique was blocked by the four wind and earth walls that were put together, Ricci launched an indiscriminate bombardment on them - he threw down the Fire Lotus Technique from mid-air to the two intermediate mages one by one.

Although Ricky wanted to fight happily, with his current level nine mage, it was difficult to fight against intermediate mages head-on. Under normal circumstances, a junior mage can stabilize the pressure of three to five level nine magic apprentices, let alone intermediate mages, which is simply incomparable.

However, according to the talent of the inheritor of the White Angel, he has the strength of a primary mage of fighting overlevel combat. If he meets an intermediate mage, he can fight for a while and at most one intermediate mage is the limit. However, it is only calculated based on the situation of head-on confrontation. The angel heritage allows him to temporarily have the ability to fly. With this almost helpless fighting style, he actually involved two intermediate mages for a while and beat them a little embarrassed.

...

The fat mage beside Orell made Dios angry with the sound of fatty man. You can call him fat. Anyway, this is the fact, but there is no need to add the word death before it. This is no longer an insult.

As the second-ranked person in Orell's small circle, he has the strength of a high-level mage, and Dios has hit the nail on the head.

"Snow Wolf roars!"

The fat man shouted loudly. His casting speed seemed to be much faster than Dirit. In the blink of an eye, the snow wolf, who raised his head and howled, bit Dios at Dios. Yes, unlike the spells issued by Dirit and Duke, this one did not hit him, but bit him all the way.

"Kaka!" "Kaka!"

The snow wolf made a trembling biting sound, which made Dios' scalp numb. He didn't expect that the weakest-looking fat man was actually a high-level mage.

"Duke, save me..." Snow Wolf sent out from the fat mage, and Dios howled loudly.

"Idiot, fly up."

Duke is going to be angry to death by this guy. Is it necessary to scream so much? You are still a black angel inheritor, and you are so uneasy.

“Yes…”

Dios suddenly said, "Hehe, I forgot."

After brushing, the snow wolf that rushed towards Dios wiped his feet and finally hit the wall of the cafeteria with a bang, shattering into countless chunks of ice and scattered.

"Hmph, do you think you can rest assured?" The fat mage snorted coldly, his hands dancing faster, and a trace of light blue magic transformed from his hands, turning into gorgeous water patterns, and finally condensed into crystal blue water balls the size of fists.

"Water curtain bomb!"

After condensing into dozens of water balls in succession, the fat mage waved hard at Dios, and the water balls shot out one by one.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly made Dios feel busy. These water balls were too fast, and they could change positions in mid-air.

"The fat man is angry, this freshman is going to be miserable."

"You can't live if you commit suicide. Fatty hates others calling him fat, it's just that you deserve it."

"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe he will escape in the end. This guy is an angel inheritor."

Seeing the fat man sending out a water curtain, most people began to mourn Dios in silence. They were not optimistic that Dios could win, but there were also few people who believed that the inheritor of the Black Angel would create miracles.

"I can't fight! I can't fight! I can't fight, hahaha!"

After flying with a superb face, Dios laughed proudly after dodging five or six water balls. His figure to avoid water balls was definitely elegant, and even he himself felt that he was so handsome that the girl could scream at this moment, and he wanted to dodge with him directly.

"Bang!" "Puff!"

However, just when he was a little proud, a water bomb directly hit his head.

The water curtain bomb only has enough magic power to cast after reaching a high-level mage. How could Dios be able to imagine its power now that he was only a level nine magic apprentice. He felt that he would definitely be smashed to death by being hit by a water bomb.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, which made him unable to effectively avoid it.

Then all the remaining water balls exploded on him. He was as if he was running out of a heavy rain, drizzled with wet skin, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous scorpion, and huge red blisters appeared.

Dios's eyes were red with aggrievedness. Although he knew the difference, he was always unhappy when he was beaten like this.

He stared at the Fatty Mage fiercely. His eyes seemed to devour people, which made the Fatty Mage suddenly feel a little palpitations. He understood that if he couldn't kill this guy, he would definitely be killed by the other party in the future, but killing people in the academy would also be greatly punished.

"Bang!" A sound of wood colliding with its head was extremely abrupt.

At some point, Niya sneaked out of Roreg's surveillance, flew behind the Fatty Mage, then turned out a black stick and smacked the back of the fatty man's head.

The fat mage fainted very simply!

"yeah!"

Nia raised her hands and cheered.

But this scene made all the other students in the cafeteria stunned.

A little elf the size of a palm held a stick as thick as an adult's arm, and no matter how you look at it, it was inconsistent, but everyone thought this scene seemed a bit cute.

"Nia, beautifully done!"

Dios mumbled, his mouth was so swollen that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Hehe, of course~"

Niya raised her little head proudly.

"So quickly!"

Dios quickly flew towards the fat man. Before he could hit the ground, he removed his wings. His body slammed heavily on the fat man and made a bang. Then he rode on the fat man, waved his fists and arched left and right, attacking the fat man's head.

...

The battle between Duke and Oreal has continued for a long time and has reached a state of intense heat.

At this time, Orell was very sure that the guy in front of him was definitely a warrior, not a mage. Look at him, all of them were attacked by fists and feet, and there was no spell. Although he had a strange and transparent cover on his body, Orell only thought that he was some kind of magic and martial arts that he didn't know.

Although the battle was stalemate for a long time, Orell was still confident. As a warrior, he didn't even use any weapons.

But when he saw the fat mage fainted by the sneak attack from the other side and was beaten by someone riding on his body, he knew that he could no longer play.

“It’s time to end!”

Orell roared loudly, touched his hands back, and a wide, two-handed sword was pulled out by him.

This two-handed broadsword can reach Duke's neck just in length, and it is as wide as Duke's palms combined. Orell just stood there holding the sword in both hands, and a depressing aura pounced on Duke.

This is equivalent to the great magician being a great swordsman. Although he is a junior great swordsman, there is also a gap between these two levels and an intermediate magician. It is just enough for the Moonhua Holy Shield to withstand. Otherwise, Duke would not even be able to fight, and the transparent protective cover would be broken by the opponent's sword.

"Drink!"

Orell raised his hands and slashed at Duke. Duke raised his hand to block it. With a click, the place where the transparent Moonlight Holy Shield was hit by the sword was actually sunk. This was the first time Duke had encountered it, and there were actually a few cracks in that place.

"Is this big guy going to break through to the intermediate swordsman?" Duke was shocked. He couldn't let the other party cut to the same place again, otherwise the Moonhua Holy Shield would be broken.

But even so, Duke had no intention of retreating. He blocked the opponent's sword with his left hand, so he changed his right hand.

At the same time, a trace of magic began to surge at the tips of his left fingers and quickly formed in his hand.

The snow wolf roared!

"roar!"

In just a moment, Duke completed the roar of a snow wolf that would take a while for a high-level mage to cast!

Seeing that the opponent cast a spell within such a short distance, Orell was shocked.

"Is this guy really a mage?" Orell thought to himself, but his movements were not slow. He waved his hands and slashed down with a fierce sword.

"Crack!" The snow wolf suddenly shattered into ice residue.

"Nia, smash him out!" Duke suddenly yelled at Oreal's back.
Chapter completed!