Chapter 902: Beaten Into a Pig Head

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"you!"

Quentin's face was filled with uncertainty and he was extremely angry. He really wanted to slap this little fat man to death. But in his heart, he felt deeply afraid of him.

This little fat guy is really too perverted.

Breaking through his world view time and time again, and seeing that he was about to be killed, he awakened his realm again, and his cultivation strength improved greatly. Judging from the aura of thin flames burning all over his body, it was obvious that he was no longer easy to mess with.

"Arrogant!" Quentin squeezed out two words from his mouth, holding the skull staff tightly, "You have just awakened the realm, and you think you can have a showdown with me? You also underestimate my genius magic. Master Quentin. Look at me, Death Chill."

As soon as he finished speaking, waves of icy coldness emitted from Quentin as the center, invading the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters in diameter. Within the scope of his death chill, not only was it bone-chilling, but there was also a sad connotation that made people feel as if they were dead.

Those who do not have strong willpower can easily fall under the influence of this connotation, feel despair, have no hope of life, and die silently under the bone-chilling chill.

Even powerful superpowers will be hindered in their actions and their fighting spirit will weaken under the bone-chilling chill of death.

As soon as the death chill came out, the little fat man's flame body was suddenly suppressed a little, and the blazing temperature dropped by half.

"Go to hell." The little fat man cast an acceleration spell on himself, and his fat body rushed toward Quentin with great agility. The distance between the two was so close that he appeared in front of Quentin almost in the blink of an eye.

"Hands of Fire!"

The little fat man's hands were burning with scorching flames.

A simple hand of low-level magic flame, when he used it, it was scorching and powerful.

"You, you, you! What are you doing?" Quentin was startled by him. Although he has rich combat experience and his strength has reached B level, he is still a student of about 20 years old after all. Being approached by a fat man who was strong and fat and whose body was burning with fire, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

Fortunately, he was not a rookie. In a panic, he instinctively put a magic shield on himself and quickly retreated back.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Under the acceleration spell, the little fat man was as nimble as a cheetah. He caught up with him in two or three steps, and slammed his flaming fist at Quentin. "Seeing that you are not happy, of course I will beat him. is you."

Stimulated by the fire element circulating in his body, the little fat man felt his blood boiling, adrenaline secreted in large quantities, and he felt like he had endless power all over his body. The violence factor seemed to have filled his mind.

"boom!"

A punch hit the magic shield, the flames exploded like fireworks, and the magic shield rippled and almost shattered. Quentin, who was in the magic shield, had a ringing in his ears, a splitting headache, blood boiling in his body, and could hardly stand.

boom!

The second punch followed.

Bang bang bang! After five or six punches in succession, the magic shield shattered like a broken copper bell, and the energy dissipated in all directions. Quentin flew backwards three to four meters and fell hard to the ground, with blood overflowing from his eyes, nose and throat.

Before he could stand up, the fat man jumped over like a leopard, and his fat body sat on Quentin's belly.

I don’t know how this little fat guy grew. He is covered in thick fat, and even the magic robe, which is famous for its looseness, can be bulging to the point of bursting. Sitting down with this butt, one can imagine its "power".

"Pfft~"

Quentin hunched over like a shrimp, his face twisted in pain. Most magicians focus on tempering their spirit and magic power, but their bodies are relatively weak. Obviously, this dark magician's physique is not very good, and he cannot even compare with the slightly more powerful human special forces.

"I told you to show off, tell you to be arrogant, and tell you to summon dark tentacle monsters."

Every time Fatty Bob said a word, he punched him hard. The beating made Quentin's face swollen like a pig, blood and snot splattered from his nose, it was too horrible to watch.

"Senior Bob! Mighty and domineering!"

The students of Starry Sky Academy cheered excitedly when they saw this scene. Especially when Senior Bob sat down on the black magician and punched him in the head, it was the most satisfying.

Today's duel was really full of ups and downs, with twists and turns that made them nervous and excited at times, as exciting as riding a roller coaster. Even some instructors and professors whose strength reached B level or even A level flushed with excitement and pumped their fists out of thin air, as if the little fat man was their stand-in, as if they were showing off their power on the field in person.

"stop!"

Babbitt's eyelids jumped with anger, and he immediately shouted. He is a legendary black magician. His mental power is as vast as the sea, his magic power is condensed into substance, and his vital signs have already exceeded the limits of human beings.

The drink, packed with majestic spiritual power, was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, deafening.

The students in the stands were all shaken to the point of mental tremors, panic, and blood boiling. Everyone looked horrified, as silent as a cicada, and did not dare to take a breath for a moment.

Quentin was the most outstandingly qualified student that Babbitt could find in recent decades. He had devoted his whole life to him and had extremely high expectations for him.

This time he came to Starry Sky Academy to slap him in the face. According to Babbitt's estimation, as long as those three C+ grade students took action, they would be enough to sweep away the graduating students of Starry Sky Academy. Quentin, whose strength has reached B level and is no less than an elite mentor, is purely here to suppress the situation and stimulate Emmons.

But Babbitt didn't expect that Quentin would take action.

Just do it, it's good to show off your power. But Babbitt never thought that the stupid little fat guy could reverse the situation again and again.

If he continued to fight, Quentin would be beaten to death. By then, decades of hard work would be destroyed. Can Babbitt bear it?

But Babbitt's shout only stopped the cheers of the students. But it didn't affect the little fat guy at all. The little fat guy ignored it and continued to punch Quentin fiercely, cursing.

Babbitt's blood stagnated, and he almost fainted.

He was a legendary magician. After a shout, the dead fat guy dared to ignore it and continued to beat his students with his brutal fists. It made his cheek muscles jump, and the magic power around him surged like a whirlpool, ready to personally interrupt the fight.

"Hahaha." Emmons flashed, put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Babbitt, laughing and saying, "Babbitt, what are you going to do?" He felt so happy, just like eating ice cream on a hot day. The little fat guy was so awesome. Not only did he awaken his body of fire, but he also rode on the opponent's strongest student and beat him up.

Emmons had never felt so comfortable in his life. His white beard was curled up.

This time, the crisis was solved and a rare genius fire magician was discovered. Reward, you must reward and train the little fat guy Bob well. This kid has unlimited future prospects.

"Emmons, you are asking knowingly." Babbitt was so angry that his whole body turned cold. He said angrily, "That damn little fat guy almost beat my student to death. Shouldn't I stop him?"

"Hey, brother. Please calm down and stay calm." Emmons' tone was soft and full of good mood. "You are so angry, I am afraid you will hurt yourself."

Hurt your sister!

Babbitt cursed excitedly, "Get out, tell that little fat guy to stop quickly, otherwise the monster will be rude."

"Hey, Babbitt, this is what you are wrong." Emmons said calmly, "The two kids were fighting, but they agreed in advance that neither of them would surrender. Babbitt, are you going to break the rules?"

These words were exactly what Babbitt had said to Emmons before. But this time is different, and now the situation on the ring has completely reversed. Quentin has been beaten into a pig head, seven or eight teeth have fallen out, and he is unconscious and begging for mercy with a leaky mouth.

If he was allowed to continue fighting, Quentin would be left with a huge psychological shadow, and his cultivation would stagnate and he would never make any progress.

"You!" Babbitt almost vomited blood, he was really disgusted. But Emmons, who was also a legendary magician, stood in front of him, leaving him helpless.

To be honest, Babbitt and Emmons were students of the same class, although he thought he was more talented than Emmons. But Emmons had taken all the resources of the Starry Sky Academy and a huge magical background.

If the two really fought, they would be on par at most. And this was still in the Starry Sky Academy. If he really dared to mess around, Emmons would not hesitate to activate the magic protection formation and trap him here.

Babbitt didn't dare to move, but the A-level instructor from the Blackthorn Academy who came with him shrank his pupils. According to the structure of the Blackthorn Academy, to be precise, he was Quentin's real mentor, nurturing and teaching him since childhood, and they were like father and son.

At this moment, he couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He secretly used his magic power and quietly pointed a finger.

That finger exuded a strange breath of death, as if it had touched the laws of the underworld. The shadow of death enveloped the little fat man.

"Finger of death!"

The professors of the Star Academy were alarmed, and their faces changed drastically. That was the notorious forbidden black magic. It was a powerful magic that directly used the law of death to put people to death.

Although the A-level instructor was probably only slightly exposed to the law of death. But the finger of death he cast was not something the little fat man could resist. Even if he didn't die, he would definitely suffer a serious injury and damage his foundation.

"Damn it." Emmons was shocked and angry, and he roared, "You beast, you dare!" When he attacked brazenly, it was too late.

Just when Emmons and the professors were heartbroken, a flame appeared out of thin air on the ring.

In that flame, there was a breath of panic-stricken power, like a fire king stepping into the air.

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