At this moment, a person walked up to Luo Tianjun, the genius, and asked with his hands in his pockets, "Luo Tianjun, who do you think will win this time? One is the magical genius Morgan, and the other is Lin Beifan who defeated you."
"Crimson?" Luo Tianjun's gaze sharpened.
Crimson, ranked sixth on the Wind and Cloud Ranking, is a Core Formation cultivator, equivalent to the 9th stage of the Mortal Realm. He is known as the Little Sword Immortal and possesses formidable strength.
Both of them are swordsmen and have some grievances with each other.
"Of course it will be Morgan. He is a 9th stage Sorcerer. If he takes it seriously, no one except an opponent of the same stage can defeat him. Lin Beifan is just a despicable and shameless person," Luo Tianjun shook his head.
"But he defeated you."
Luo Tianjun: "..."
His fist suddenly clenched, wanting to draw his sword and split this b*****d in half.
Luo Tianjun's eyes turned cold. "Do you want to have a fight?"
Crimson smiled and shook his head. "I'm not interested right now. If we have to fight, we can do it during the selection match. But since we rarely meet today, how about we play a little game?"
"What kind of game?"
"Let's make this duel a bet. The loser owes the winner a favor."
"Interesting, I'll play till the end!"
"Since you support Morgan, I'll support Lin Beifan."
"You're already destined to lose!" Luo Tianjun laughed.
On the other side, two beautiful women were also discussing this duel.
"Ke Xin, who do you think will win this duel?" Xue Qiangwei suddenly asked.
"Huh? I can't tell!" An Kexin shook her head.
"Although it seems like Morgan will win this duel no matter how you look at it, I always feel like something unexpected will happen..." Xue Qiangwei smiled bitterly and shook her head.
An Kexin smiled and didn't say anything.
Although she was reborn and had foresight, she couldn't see the outcome of this small duel.
Despite Morgan's strong appearance and his position among the geniuses, in the future, with the rise of various geniuses, he became inconspicuous and gradually faded into the background, anyone could step on him.
In the end, the proud him couldn't accept this fact and went crazy.
On the other hand, the local tyrant Jin Buhuan, although not strong at the moment, has been rapidly developing in strength since his debut in the Academy Tournament, eventually becoming an invincible godlike figure who suppresses luck.
And there's Lin Beifan, according to the historical process, he died before the Academy Tournament.
However, now it's still in the early stage and nothing has changed, so she doesn't know the outcome.
The most crucial thing is that she doesn't remember having this duel before.
Jin Buhuan is considered a Transcendent Level powerhouse in the Late Stage, his story has inspired many people, and many people have dug up and spread his stories, but there is no mention of this duel.
"What exactly happened? Why is it different from my memory of history?" An Kexin cried out in her heart.
At this moment, on the duel stage.
"Classmate Lin, don't worry, I will definitely protect you! It's just Morgan, watch how I kill him!" The wealthy Jin Buhuan held a stack of spiritual talismans in his hand, filled with confidence.
"Classmate Jin, I'm counting on you then!" Lin Beifan expressed his gratitude.
Standing behind Jin Buhuan, looking at the overwhelming figure in front, Lin Beifan felt a strong sense of security.
"No problem, watch how I deal with him!" Jin Buhuan shouted, "Stupid Morgan, watch my talismans!"
He directly threw out dozens of explosive talismans.
"Trivial tricks!" Sorcerer Morgan smirked, waving the staff in his hand, instantly creating dozens of small fireballs that fiercely collided with the incoming explosive talismans.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The small fireballs and explosive talismans collided, causing intense explosions.
Outside the arena, the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
"This is instant-casting magic!"
"Wow, impressive! To learn instant-casting magic at such a young age!"
"No wonder Morgan is a magical genius!"
...
The praise was endless.
"Look, Morgan has learned instant-casting magic. He can completely block the incoming spirit symbols. Lin Beifan's advantage has greatly diminished," Luo Tianjun said with a hint of satisfaction on his face.
"I didn't expect Morgan's temperament to be so-so, but his talent is strong!" Red Hong shook his head.
In the duel arena, Morgan raised his proud chin as he listened to the praise from the crowd.
He was the kind of person who loved being praised, a show-off. So, even though instant-casting magic could have been his trump card, he couldn't help but use it now.
"What's so great about it? I have plenty of spirit symbols. I don't believe you can block them all!" Jin Buhuan sneered and then threw dozens of thunderstorm symbols.
"Ignorant!" Morgan followed suit and prepared to intercept them with a burst of small fireballs.
Just then, Lin Beifan also threw a bunch of spirit symbols. "Look at my Gale Spirit Symbols!"
Gale Spirit Symbols were a kind of useless spirit symbol that could only create a gust of wind. This gust of wind was not even at Level 5, at most, it could only blow some fallen leaves and dust, with no destructive power at all.
After Lin Beifan's improvement, it finally reached Level 8 and had a miraculous effect in this situation.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the sky above the duel arena.
The small fireball that Morgan had just conjured was very light in weight and was blown away by this gust of wind.
Magical genius Morgan: "..."
At this moment, the thunderstorm symbols also flew over, sparkling and shining.
"No!!!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
The crowd on the scene looked puzzled.
What just happened? Why did the little fireball fly to the other side?
Why did Morgan let out a cry of unwillingness?
Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?
When the smoke cleared, the crowd noticed that the magical genius Mogeng's hair and clothes were in disarray, and there was some black soot on his face, making him look like he had just eaten car exhaust.
Luo Tianjun, who was watching the show, twitched at the corner of his mouth. This scene seemed familiar, with a sense of pain and frustration that he could relate to.
Could it be that history is repeating itself?
"Classmate Lin, what kind of spiritual symbol did you throw just now? It had such a good effect?" Jin Buhuan couldn't help but ask.
"It's just some little trinkets, it can summon a gust of wind, which blew away his little fireball, so... hehe!"
"I see, hehe!"
The two conspirators laughed sneakily.
"Damn it!" Morgan was furious.
He didn't expect to almost end up in a ditch. If he hadn't quickly erected a magic shield, he was afraid he would have been blown up like a roasted fish by now.
Most importantly, he had lost face in front of so many people!
He was a proud sorcerer!
He was the magical genius Morgan!
Such a thing was intolerable!
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