I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 318

Front or back?

Facing Searle's fierce gaze, An Sen, who was soaked in cold sweat, clenched his pipe silently.

The power of blood flowed like a flood in the body like never before, greatly strengthened spells, all kinds of magic props, as well as the revolver in the lower back and the bayonet hidden under the forearm...

All his current hole cards are meaningless in front of Searle in front of him.

How big is the gap between an ordinary spellcaster and a Blasphemer Mage... Anson, who had no idea about this in the past, could not even imagine it, but now he really feels it, when he and Lawrence teamed up to kill Instructor Mace Hornard, what a lucky thing!

Without many coincidences, without the carelessness of the mentor, Lawrence's sacrifice, Lisa's timely arrival, and Talia's final appearance... Even if it is repeated 10,000 times, it is impossible for him to have a chance to win.

But now, what I have to face is Sylze, who is more experienced and more cautious than the instructor. He was fully prepared before the trial began, and he could not kill him no matter how he killed it.

Can't win, can't win at all.

If An Sen still had a glimmer of hope at the beginning, he felt that he might have the possibility of a comeback; with the improvement brought about by the continuous strengthening of the power of blood, he could more and more clearly feel the strength gap between the two sides.

From the moment he stepped into the twisted domain, all his vigilance had lost its meaning. Sirze's domain was almost completely covered with no dead ends... If it weren't for the restrictions of the trial rules, even if he had this robe that could "extend his life" , I have long been left with no slag.

So... what to do?

Trembling and spitting out a smoke ring, An Sen's gaze involuntarily fell on the coin that was still spinning rapidly.

The smile on Sear's face became more and more comfortable.

Strange mutations, magical props, August's flesh and blood... This mysterious opponent really brought so many surprises to himself that he accidentally let him win four times in a row, wondering if it was There are many more interesting things.

Well, looking at his expression, it should be gone... It's a pity; but since that's the case, there's no need to keep him alive anymore.

Obliterate it as soon as possible, and find out the mutation on him and the secrets of those props, so as to avoid unintended consequences.

As Tutuoer, although the strength is absolutely crushing on ordinary spellcasters, it is not without flaws. Beyond the original level of life, it also makes them no longer adapt to the original environment. Many ordinary humans can only Factors that cause minor injuries, or even imperceptible factors, can be fatal to Tutor.

Sear thought quickly in his heart, and the murderous intent in his narrowed eyes became stronger.

The next moment, An Sen, who seemed to have thought about it for a long time, raised his eyes again and said slowly:

"front."

When the voice fell, Sear was stunned: "You, you mean..."

"front."

Facing the pair of scarlet eyes without squinting, An Sen repeated coldly, "It's the front or the back... I think it's the front."

Seeing his unwavering appearance, Searle was even more confused.

He thought that Anson would definitely discuss the definition of "heads and tails", trying to continue to use his sophistication to win this round of debate, and in the end, no matter which side of the coin was, he could win.

But in just a moment, Searle immediately figured out the crux of the problem-he was advancing by retreating!

Since the theme of the debate is "heads or tails", and now Ansen Bach has chosen heads, then no matter which side falls, he must prove that it is tails!

It's like two people walking on a single-plank bridge. When the two sides are arguing about who should cross first, one of them suddenly closes his eyes and rushes straight forward; if he doesn't want to be smashed into pieces with him, he must make a concession.

"Against... I think it should be the opposite." Sirze's face was extremely ugly. He didn't hate losing - he could be resurrected anyway - but Tang Tang Tutuo was coerced by a high-level evolutionary?

"Clang clang-"

Just as he made his choice, the rapidly spinning coin finally stopped spinning, and finally lay quietly on the blood-stained table.

The exquisite original ring carving appeared in front of the two of them.

An Sen's pupils condensed slightly, subconsciously wanting to continue to repeat his point of view; but at the moment when he opened his mouth, a strong tingling sensation suddenly hit from all directions.

His consciousness suddenly became chaotic, and there were many layers of shadows on the screen in front of him—more importantly, he found that he could no longer make a sound!

Sierze watched all this silently, his eyes became more and more scarlet.

No...he's trying to...prevent me from refuting his point of view...if I don't make a refutation after the time limit...it's like I surrender...headshot...this guy can't afford to lose...

An Sen, who felt like the world was spinning, was biting his pipe, barely controlling himself so that he would not faint immediately, and at the same time, he desperately opened his mouth, trying to make even a little sound.

But it didn't help at all, in addition to trying to control his body, Searle seemed to distort the air around him, making himself not only unable to make a sound, but even unable to breathe.

You must first... open the casting range... restore the natural laws distorted by the domain... resisting the sudden suffocation, An Sen, who blushed, desperately raised his right hand, pinching his **** and thumb together.

Although knowing that it is probably meaningless, at this moment, I really don't have any more cards.

"Snapped!"

The crisp snap of fingers echoed in the dead silence, and An Sen, who was on the cliff on the wall, opened the casting range again, instantly covering an area of 30 meters in diameter around him.

Hmm... Searle sneered disdainfully.

Before the weak magical reaction took shape, it was instantly engulfed by the realm he opened.

Anson, who realized that the resistance failed, did not give up immediately, but began to change the shape of the casting range, trying to let part of the field escape.

Searle continued to increase the force, instead projecting control around Anson; he couldn't do direct damage - that would be directly condemned to lose - but indiscriminately distorting the surrounding environment is not a trial violation , at this time he was also immobile and unable to breathe.

Even if you can distort some of the laws of nature, if you can't speak, you won't have any chance to make a comeback. The only way is to break free from your own domain, but for mere high-level evolutionaries, that's impossible...

As time passed by, Searle smiled more and more relaxedly, silently waiting for the moment when the other party's head exploded into pieces.

But at this moment, an inexplicable tactile sensation suddenly startled him, and he looked up at the top of his head in astonishment.

In the sight is a deep and impenetrable darkness, but in this darkness, there are a pair of eyes, a pair of cold and emotionless eyes, staring at himself!

There was no magical reaction, not even a trace of aura, neither malicious nor mixed with any superfluous emotion, as if the sun and moon hanging high in the dome naturally existed there.

But Xier felt that he was naked, exposed to the prying eyes of these eyes without reservation!

In shock, he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that there was nothing to hide, and there were some loopholes in the magical breath in the panic.

It's now!

Even if An Sen in a normal state could detect these flaws, he would not be able to seize the short-term opportunity - but this does not mean that he was repeatedly strengthened by the power of blood for more than ten rounds, and he couldn't do it after dozens of rounds!

Quickly close the spellcasting range and reopen it... In just an instant, Sirze's domain was emptied directly, covering both sides of the entire negotiating table and becoming Anson's spellcasting range.

The situation was slightly reversed at this moment, and An Sen, who had nowhere to go, suddenly had room to maneuver.

Of course, he is very clear that this is only temporary... Although he doesn't understand why Searle is so flustered all of a sudden, this once-in-lifetime opportunity must not be missed!

As it has been rehearsed countless times, Anson instantly thought about it and began to implement his own plan-first maintain the "ability" to monitor Searle's every move, use the temporary "advantage" to synchronously distort the surrounding environment, launch the [ Wound Canvas] All the negative effects that have just been caused on the whole body have been transferred to the coins on the table.

When the shocked Searle came back to his senses, he found that he was actually being covered by Anson Bach's spellcasting range.

But that's not the most important thing... The most important thing is those eyes, those eyes are behind him, staring at him!

"Anson Bach, you..."

"Against - I think it's positive!"

Without waiting for Searle to speak, Anson immediately gave his answer: "The current coin is heads!"

The voice fell, and the light beam above his head slowly shifted to Sirze's body.

Feeling those cold eyes, Sear took a deep breath and tried his best to recover his panicked mood from being spied on.

Now no matter what happens to this guy, the most important thing is to win the debate as soon as possible and kill him justifiably!

He couldn't wait for three more rounds. If he wanted this round, he would completely smash this extremely weird evolutionary person to the point of slag.

Thinking of this, Sear raised his eyebrows and began to reopen the field; An Sen, who had finally gained a little advantage, immediately felt a strong repelling, and was gradually "squeezing" his spellcasting range back.

In just a few breaths, the casting range of the two sides was divided by the center of the long table, showing a state of half and half, and Anson's casting range was still being eroded and assimilated.

One minute... Even now he can only last for one minute at most, and everything will return to the state of being completely suppressed at first.

But in this confrontation, or in a state of fully opening his "powers", Syrze's magical reaction, the open field showed in his mind in a way that Anson had never seen before.

If I have to describe it, it is like the state after being disassembled, disassembled, and deciphered. Every step of Silze, every look, the change of magic atmosphere, the retraction and release of the realm... Regardless of size, even with him The real ontology has all been exposed.

At this time, Searle was no longer what he looked like at the beginning in Anson's mind, but a clown in a funny dress, his face was full of colorful paint, always happy and weird, and he was dancing and fiddling with himself. In a variety of hilarious poses.

That is what he really looks like!

Feeling the prying eyes from all directions without dead ends, Silze's face was already extremely ugly, but he did not make any further actions, but cast his eyes on the coin that Anson applied [Wound Canvas].

"I object!" Sear gritted his teeth and said:

"Now facing up, it's the reverse side of the coin!"

The next moment, the [Wound Canvas] attached to the coin disappeared without a trace.

But in Anson's eyes, Searle, who was dressed as a clown, turned into a quick magic trick and "erased" the spell he had cast.

He was waiting for this moment!

Because the magic of [Wound Canvas] is very special, it is not completely distorting the laws of nature, it is closer to "use", the existing wound can be transferred, but it will not disappear; if you want to obliterate it directly, you have to pay a little price .

That price is to bear the impact of the original wound.

Searle only felt a sudden dizziness in his brain, and the scene in front of him appeared multiple overlapping images; but it was only for a short time, and soon returned to normal.

When he regained consciousness, he saw An Sen, who was shrouded by the beams above his head, looking at him expressionlessly.

Um? He... why didn't he open his mouth to refute?

Silze's eyes showed a trace of astonishment, and he looked at An Sen who was speechless and silently looked at himself.

However, he didn't intend to remind him; as long as the time passed, the opponent's head would explode in an instant, and he could win this debate and associate this guy who was inextricably linked with August. , completely obliterated.

Time passed slowly, and Seer, who didn't look panicked, finally realized something was wrong.

Wait, could it be that the person who should refute now is not him, but...

"boom--!"

The moment I figured it out~www.mtlnovel.com~ Silze's head was torn apart.

Almost at the same time, An Sen decisively lifted the [Smoke Mirror] he had just made with [Smoke Entertainment Home], and the light that was refracted and fell on his body fell on Xierze's headless corpse again.

Without any hesitation, Anson decisively used the [Wound Canvas] again - he was going to transfer the broken wound on Xierze's head to Xierze's chest, and blow his head and heart at the same time!

In a normal debate state, don't say that he can't do it. Even if he can hurt Cesar, who is a blasphemous mage, the rules of the trial also prevent him from doing anything that directly hurts the opponent.

But... But there is one exception, that is the moment when the opponent loses the debate and gets headshot by the Twisted Realm - as the winner, he can do anything to Sear who is a corpse at this moment.

Only at this moment, I have the opportunity to kill him completely!

Kill a desecrated mage who can come back from the dead!

Chapter end

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