Chapter 463: Orthodox magicians must practice both physics and magic
Xiao Long tentatively punched the golden space wall, causing waves to appear, eliminating the force within. He then raised his magic sword and chopped at it heavily, but still could not break it.

"Don't waste your energy. The duel space is built based on the upper limit of our spiritual power. You can't break through this alien space by yourself."

Harry was delighted. His attempts were fruitless. Xiao Long recalled his sword and looked at his opponent who looked like a bean sprout. He couldn't help but smile: "In that case, killing you is the same. It won't take much effort anyway."

He had confidence in saying this. Xiao Long could see that the person opposite him had a strange energy in his body, but it was not pure magic power, and the amount was pitifully small. As for his Taoism skills, he had none at all.

"Really?"

Harry grinned grimly and waved his hand. The small black stick in his palm, which was as long as his forearm, fell to the ground and turned into a thick scepter that was a head taller than himself. Then he touched the black stick, and the pattern on it lit up little by little.

"I said, I am a magician, and magicians never fight a battle without preparation."

The black staff lit up, and a gem slowly grew on the top, followed by countless colorful rays of light shooting out from the gem.

"Chant quickly!"

"Double spell!"

"Iron Armor Curse!"

"Giant God's blessing!"

"Elemental resonance!"

"Guardian Seal!"

"Iron!"

"Life Vitality!"

"Double Fury!"

"Stoneskin!"

……

The rapid chanting and the magic acceleration of the staff made Harry's lips leave afterimages, and the sounds overlapped to form a sharp explosion. With his eloquence, it would be a waste of his talent to tell crosstalk.

After reciting the mantra for more than ten seconds, Harry's momentum had reached its peak. With the help of many spells, he had transformed from a weak bean sprout into a cube of muscle with a height of eight feet and a waist of eight feet. The black wand also consumed 90% of its energy due to the large number of spells it cast. The strange phenomenon dissipated, leaving only the tough enough black iron wand.

It was still not enough. The muscular Harry panted heavily, stretched out his right thumb, and tapped his heart hard: "Eight Gates of Ninjutsu, Death Gate, open!"

The little magic power he had surged and flowed into his heart. A blood-red aura wrapped around his entire body. His violent momentum even condensed into a dark cloud, stirring up the heaven and earth.

"Sorry for the wait, here comes Harry, the orthodox wizard!"

Xiao Long looked at his enemy who was like a devil and a monster, and did not dare to be negligent. His magic treasure flew out, and a sword light flashed. He looked straight at Harry, who, in his eyes, had exhausted all his magic power.

"Weapons of destruction!"

Harry roared, and stretched out his hand as big as a palm fan, tightly grasping the knife light. There was a clanging of metal and sparks flying, as if someone was using electric welding.

A burnt smell came, and Xiao Long's face froze, and he saw that his precious magic weapon was held in the man's hand, and no matter how he controlled it, he couldn't get it back.

Harry showed his white teeth and exerted force with his hand. The spirit sword broke with a sound. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Xiao Long's mouth, who was connected with the spirit sword mentally. His heart ached, but he immediately pinched his fingers and chanted a spell to activate his magic power. The opponent had no magic power, so even if he had brute force, the worst that could happen was that I could fly in the air and pick him up with magic!

Just as Xiao Long was about to release his magic and prepare to take off into the air, he heard two loud roars from the opposite side.

"Forbidden air zone!" "Forbidden magic zone!"

The gem on the tip of the black wand in Harry's hand completely shattered and turned into the final spell, and Xiao Long's whole body stagnated, his magic power stagnates, and he regains calm under the inexplicable power, and his cloud-flying method is also interrupted, and his breath is disordered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry threw a punch. The tremendous force knocked the air into a column. Before Xiao Long could react, he was pushed against the solid wall of the duel space by the air cannon. The powerful thrust made him unable to move.

"What the hell!"

Xiao Long looked at his opponent, who was eight feet wide and no longer in human form, and spoke with difficulty. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person. He activated his magic power and another magic weapon flew out of his sleeve. The spiritual weapon showed its power and cut the air column in half.

The next second, a ferocious face appeared in front of the god, with veins bulging and a hot red breath coming out of its mouth.

'Quick, really quick!'

"L Dragon Fist!"

Harry punched Xiao Long on the chin, knocking him away. The unparalleled force made the enemy bleed profusely. He flew high into the air. Harry clenched his fist, swung out another air cannon, and then soared into the air.

Xiao Long was conscious but unable to move. Before he could react, he was knocked away by a series of attacks, followed by an even faster series of blows.

Among all martial arts in the world, the only way to be defeated is speed. The advantage brought by the unparalleled speed is overwhelming. He can only retract his magic power and forcibly resist the attack.

"Stop it. This kind of offensive cannot last too long. Even if I can't find his weakness for the time being, as long as the time is up, I will win without any action."

It was a good idea, but Harry did not give him a chance. He turned his hands, holding the knuckles in his left hand and the black iron staff in his right hand, dancing with great vigor. Only then did Xiao Long see that there were even blood grooves and corners on the staff.

Harry charged forward, dual-wielding his weapons with great power, and the heavy force fell on Xiao Long, making a puffing sound. Soon, his body, which he was so proud of, had exhausted all his energy, and had studied countless body-refining techniques, began to fail. Finally...

"The black tiger takes out the heart"

"A wake-up call!"

With two roars, the black stick and brass knuckles hit Xiao Long hard, leaving huge wounds. Then the black stick was like a poisonous snake out of its cage, hitting his head hard.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

After Harry finished speaking, Xiao Long was immediately turned into minced meat under the unparalleled force, the largest of which was no bigger than a thumb.

"Ho ho-"

Harry couldn't stop gasping, the aura and visions on his body slowly dissipated, and he returned to his bean sprout appearance. At the same time, a substitute straw man jumped out and disintegrated, leaving him with the last glimmer of hope, but his foundation was destroyed, his body was broken, and he became a useless man.

The black staff fell, leaving a deep mark on the ground, but he no longer had the strength to lift it up. He forced himself to stand up, bowed his head towards Xiao Long Lego Building Block Version, and expressed his deepest condolences.

Afterwards, he used the little magic power he had recovered to cast a lighting spell, marking the end of the battle and proving his identity as an orthodox magician.

The duel arena slowly dissipated, and the heroic fragments of Harry and Xiao Long fell to the ground. He was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, trying to open his eyes and look around.

The battle with Xiao Long was fought quickly, with every second counted. It only took a few dozen breaths in total. However, the battlefield at this moment was nothing short of a mess.

Fanatical screams and crazy laughter rang out one after another, and the entire battlefield was covered in a layer of bloody flesh fungus carpet. Tentacles with eyeballs and wide mouths pierced through the sky and the earth. Every sweep took away countless lives, and all kinds of strange species were scattered everywhere.

Compared to this place, the Eighteen Levels of Hell and the Nine Netherworld can be considered as places with singing birds, blooming flowers, and outstanding people.

(End of this chapter)