Chapter 1109
It stands to reason that the temperature that can melt the yellow sand in an instant is something that the human body can never bear, but Schweitz is not only able to withstand it, but also has been in that distorted air current. Not only that, but not even a bit of excess heat is released.
Solim and Schuvitz had a distance to react, but the distance certainly couldn't ignore the heat, but he didn't feel anything, no heat, no burning skin, no curls of body hair from the heat......
Either Schuvitz had completely restrained the terrible heat around his body, or Solim had thought of it himself, and it wasn't pure heat, it was something else.
Although the invisible fire on Schweitz's body is invisible, it can be observed through the distorted air around him, before they were only five meters around Shuwitz, but now they have spread to a range of nearly ten meters, and because the air has become distorted, Solim can't even lock the exact location of Shu~Witz!
It's just terrible.
While there is a lot of bad news, it's not without it - there is good news.
Solim discovers that Schuvitz may have lost consciousness, or that he was fighting the horrific magic himself. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to not move for several seconds after the blow he had just attacked.
"Up!"
Solim raised his wand, the tip of which was pointed to the sky, and raised his other hand to his chest.
It's not a spell, it's a habit, like someone throwing a stone and saying "go away". Use language to reinforce certain emotions and expectations.
The yellow sand covered in the arena suddenly flew all over the sky, and under Solim's fine control, they were divided into several strands and continued to gather in the same direction, and in the shocked eyes of all the spectators, a large amount of yellow sand gathered above Schwetz, and under Solim's control, they continued to compress each other.
Solim couldn't figure out Schweitz's location through the twisted air, but he could do so in a different way. Spells are certainly not counted on, even powerful fire will be dispelled, but these sands are different, they are not made of magic, but real matter.
The uncooled glass on the ground proves that Schweitz's power is not capable of really destroying matter.
Seeing that it was almost over, Solim's raised wand swung downward, and suddenly a monstrous cloud of yellow sand washed away the distorted air.
The collision of material and magical forces was particularly dazzling at this moment: the massive amount of yellow sand immediately burst into dazzling brilliance as soon as it entered the range of Schwetz's magical control.
Grains of fine sand are heated by high temperatures and fall from the sky as fluids, looking like an alternative "rain".
Solim couldn't interfere with anything that was already in the area of influence of Schwetz's magic, but what was still outside the twisted air could still be controlled.
The yellow sand began to swirl around Schuvitz faster and faster, and when Solim felt like it was about the same, the "eye of the storm" contracted rapidly, enveloping the distorted air in it.
The scene of the yellow sand rolling up in the sky was very bluffing, and many viewers were shocked. But for wizards of a certain level, this is just the most basic application of magic, at most, it requires a little means to control, and it is not a powerful magic.
"Can this really work?" Calvin sneakily watched from behind the large fence gate at the entrance.
"Useful. Kent nodded, acknowledging Solim's actions.
"Actually, I was shocked at first, but I quickly understood. Schultz had just entered a similar state, which could not be called a complete ancient magic. "
"Yes, you don't just look good-looking, you also have good eyesight. "
Mourinho clapped his hands as he stepped out of the shadow of the aisle.
"That stupid thing has been completely dominated by anger, and he should have been bombarding young Mr. Selwyn, but unfortunately, the demonic fire ignited by anger was also endangering himself. He was just standing there to fight against the demonic fire he had caused, and if he was really given time, he might really be able to control the situation......"
Speaking of this, Mourinho said with a grin: "But what I didn't expect was that Mr. Selwyn was quite clever, and thought that in the end, he would have to rely on me to help cheat to win." (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
"It's fitting for him to deal with that kind of ancient magic, which can only be considered a half-finished product. I just don't know if it's blind, or if I really notice something...... But anyway, that idiot is dead. Ah--such a good young man, maybe the teacher is thinking about it again. "
"What do you mean?" Vanessa looked back at him.
"It's nothing," Mourinho smiled, "just a little sigh, compared to the fool who relied on his teacher's alchemy to barely control his emotions, this Mr. Selwyn's talent is really enviable." "
Although he knew that this guy who was always smiling was not a good thing, and he still had something to say, for now Vanatha was more focused on Solim in the field.
As Mourinho said, Schuvitz is dead.
As more and more yellow sand poured into the twisted air, there was less room for Schweitz. His strange invisible fire does have an unrivaled advantage over things made of magic, even Solim's fire can be destroyed, but it is not so effective against real matter.
Schweitz is dead.
But unlike other people who died at Solim's hands, he died with a "sense of art". []
The molten yellow sand completely enveloped him, and finally took the form of a humanoid glass lying on the ground struggling and twisting, except for the part that enveloped Schweitz, there was a large patch of melted yellow sand dotted around the perimeter. If you look at it from the audience, the visual effect should be even more shocking.
The silence of the dueling arena lasted only a moment, and then suddenly it became noisy. Those who won money, those who lost money, those who shouted with joy when they saw Schuvitz die, and those who hurled insults at Solim......
None of this mattered to Solim, he won. Although the process was a bit thrilling, and he even suffered injuries, the result was not bad, and this kind of battle was quite valuable experience for Solim.
He is now gradually moving away from the "curse" and towards the essence of "magic".
The method of controlling the yellow sand just now was not a spell, but a manifestation of will, which was only manifested by the power of magic.
Only low-level wizards will mumble incantations in their mouths during battle, and the truly powerful wizards will wave their wands as they want when fighting. Solim is now officially stepping into the threshold of "magic".
