Constructing-Style Wizard

Noland Lee glanced at the ice crystals constantly forming and bursting around him, deciding to end the battle quickly without wasting any more time.

He took another magic wand from his magic pouch and held it in his left hand.

Shaking both hands, more than a dozen black rays connected one after another, furiously tearing apart the encirclement of ice crystals and ice stings, and fiercely stabbing into his opponent’s fog.

The black rays at this moment were not as fragile as before. They were as thick as fists, like black snakes shooting out.

“Buzzzzzz…”

A series of horrifying electro-optic sounds emerged, the black rays connected in a continuous flow, penetrating the fog and hitting the witch directly in the fog.

A unified gasp sounded from the spectator stands.

The witch on stage let out a muffled groan under the bombardment of the rays. Though caught off guard, she quickly reacted.

She gathered all the ice crystals in front of her, converged the fog that enveloped her, and condensed a frost shield that clung to her body.

The surface of the shield was as smooth and bright as a mirror. The black Death Rays fell on the shield and reflected off, deviating to the enchanted fence net beside her.

The more rays Noland fired, the more deflected rays there were, and the whole octagon cage suddenly turned into a chaotic scene with black “snakes” running around.

Noland secretly gave his opponent credit for her on-the-spot adaptability.

A four-ring combat witch is simply extraordinary. Although her strength was compressed to a first-level standard by the Imprisonment Collar, her battle experience was still there. This Frost Shield, capable of reflecting energy rays, was the prime evidence.

Noland withdrew his right-hand wand, touched the back of his left hand, and took out a metal sphere, smashing it on the ground level.

The sphere collided with the sturdy magic metal floor and exploded with a “bang,” releasing a sharp noise that made people grimace.

This noise seemed to carry an irresistible magic power. It penetrated the battle witch’s frost shield, invaded her mind, and caused her a sharp needle-like pain.

In fact, the noise was just a disguise. It was used by Noland to cover up “Mind Control.” As long as everyone’s focus was on the noise, no one could think that Noland would interrupt his opponent’s casting with mental magic.

The completeness of “Mind Control” was only 10%, and Noland could not use it to control others’ minds. At most, it could cause a momentary mental pain and make the other party feel distracted.

This would be enough to interrupt the casting.

“Ah…” The witch let out a painful moan.

The Frost Shield in front of her uncontrollably and quickly disintegrated.

Just as she embraced her head with both hands, the black rays concentrated and pierced her skin’s shield film, exploding black sparks on her fair skin.

The witch was blown away by the explosion and crashed into the enchanted fence net behind her. Before her embarrassed body could fall from the metal net, another dozen black rays hit her body.

These black rays tore apart the magic robe and drilled through the protective lining underneath, brutally tearing at the surface of the lining.

In less than three seconds, the black, snake-like rays left large patches of black burn marks on the witch’s body.

“Hiss…”

Facing Noland’s one-sided crushing of the witch, the audience took a deep breath.

Even the referees on the judge’s seat held their breath. Only Mabel, who already knew Noland’s depth, could remain calm.

It couldn’t be helped; unrestricted casting of high-level spells was simply too oppressive. As long as you’re slightly careless, you’ll be beaten by Noland like a drowning dog.

The witch in the octagon cage was only lost in a daze for a moment because of the noise, and her situation ended up so terrible. It was hard to imagine how long this witch could hold on under Noland without the Imprisonment Collar.

Noland stopped when he was ahead.

The 70,000 points of energy from the Passive Deconstruction Reward were credited, mixed with some deconstruction results related to the Enchanted Fence Net and “Imprisonment Collar.”

Noland decisively stopped casting and withdrew both wands from his hands.

“You’ve lost.” Noland looked at the witch, who had collapsed on the edge of the field, and said indifferently.

He deliberately controlled the landing points of the black rays, concentrating the attack on the opponent’s arms and avoiding critical body parts and areas prone to exposure.

As a result, although the witch’s magic robe had been torn and tattered, only her charred skin was exposed on both arms, with other parts still covered by the protective lining.

However, the witch, who had been beaten by Noland, obviously couldn’t recognize Noland’s kindness. After she shakily stood up from the ground, she silently walked towards the iron gate of the octagon cage and threw a resentful glance at Noland.

After the referee announced that the winner was Participant Number 116, the witch left the octagon cage with a lot of resentment and went to join her companions in the spectator stand.

Noland glanced at the direction of the witch and felt a few gazes filled with faint hostility.

Five or six wizards gathered around the witch, comforting her and occasionally glaring at Noland.

The “Hatred Value” on the “Resurrection Magic Potential” obviously rose a bit.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seemed that he had inadvertently offended a small group…

Noland turned into the White Skull and flew back to Denise’s side.

After turning back into a human, his left hand, which had been ravaged by the ice stings, was dripping with fresh blood.

Denise hurriedly cast “Lesser Reverse Death” to heal Noland’s injuries.