Ross nodded, with some pity in his eyes. He didn't know when this guy would be able to figure out the gap between himself and others.
The next moment, Fang Zhi chanted a spell with his mind, waved his hand and threw out a small wind blade, which hit Ross's defense and quickly dissipated.
Ross sighed, knowing that this was the case. As a wind element, Fang Zhiyi's magic power was too little.
Fang Zhiyi turned around and glanced at Weiwei. Weiwei smiled at him again. Fang Zhiyi blushed and turned around: "I'm going to give it my all?"
Ross followed his gaze and glanced at Vivian. "Princess, are you cheering me on? You're pretty lucky."
As he turned his head, Fang Zhiyi suddenly rushed forward and landed a punch. Ross hadn't expected this guy to choose the most unlikely tactic: hand-to-hand combat! In a panic, he set up a magic circle, trying to block Fang Zhiyi's punch. Although he didn't think this skinny guy could hurt him, his momentum was indeed...
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Fang Zhiyi fell to the ground. He took a step back and looked down at his fist: "Well, that's how it is."
The old magician folded his arms and said to the students, "It's a clever idea. He actually has too little magic power, so he concentrated it into one point for a breakthrough. But, haha." He could no longer conceal the contempt in his tone. After all, for a pure magician, physical combat was too humiliating.
"Are you okay?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Ross raised his eyebrows: "What do you think?" He felt relieved.
"Then shall I continue?" Fang Zhiyi rushed out again, this time even faster.
"Magic power gathers on the legs. This is the characteristic of wind magic." The old magician explained to the students very professionally. However, wind magic has almost no effect except for speed. It can only show its attack power when paired with fire magic. When Fang Zhiyi entered the academy, he displayed wind magic, which is the weakest magic among the weakest subjects.
When he swung his fist again, Fang Zhiyi's magic power was directed onto his fist again.
Ross felt something was wrong. The next moment, a huge impact sounded in his ears. Time seemed to freeze, and then there was a sound of shattering.
"Fang Zhiyi broke the wind-type magic circle with his bare hands?" The learned man exclaimed in amazement.
The old magician laughed sarcastically: "The last and second to last, nothing special."
Fang Zhiyi did not continue to attack, but retreated: "Get ready."
Ross came back to his senses and for the first time he looked seriously at the last one in front of him.
Fang Zhiyi attacked from all angles, becoming more and more smoother. Ross Chenben's speed was still able to support the magic defense. Later, he felt that he was almost drained, while Fang Zhiyi in front of him seemed tireless.
"Stop! I give up!" Ross's greatest strength is that he knows what's good for him. His face is already pale, and he has almost used up all his magic power from constantly setting up defensive arrays.
Fang Zhiyi was stunned and loosened his fist with some reluctance.
The students outside the arena were completely silent. Fighting magic with fists? That was ridiculous, right?
The old magician was experienced. "For him, this method is very smart because he has only used a small amount of magic power. Therefore, even the weak magic power can be maintained for a long time. But if Ross counterattacks in time while defending, he will be helpless."
Vivian was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this guy still had some ideas even without using necromancy, although they were useless.
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