National job transfer: What's wrong with me being a bit tougher as a wizard?

The guard time has passed, and Su Mo raised his hand and sent a [Robbery. Heavenly Curse] to Fenghuo.

Slow down, short-term dizziness, continuous blood loss...

Enough for Fenghuo to drink a pot.

If he dares to regret, then give him a big reward!

But Su Mo's guess did not happen. Fenghuo really stayed in place, watching his blood volume "rub rub rub" drop.

"Really give up resistance?"

Su Mo scratched his head, "Really not going to fight?"

Fenghuo's mouth twitched, and he simply sat on the ground, twitching with the skill dizziness, looking like he stepped on the accelerator.

He couldn't help but complain: "You, you also, also use, another, skill, this pull, pull, pull, pull... fuck!"

Suma's scalp tingled.

He was always afraid that his skills were too weak, and now seeing Fenghuo twitching, he felt a little bit sorry.

Fenghuo was extremely helpless and immediately used a purification scroll on himself.

The result... was useless!

Su Mo's [Ji. Tianren Curse] is a range skill and cannot be purified!

The expensive purification scroll was wasted like this.

Fenghuo, who came back to his senses, was full of grief and indignation, and gritted his teeth to insist - for his own face, just bear it!

Su Mo was really embarrassed.

Fenghuo was dizzy and his mouth was crooked and his eyes were drooling.

Su Mo rubbed his hands awkwardly, paralyzing himself: "Don't blame me, really don't blame me, he didn't fight back... He was willing... It has nothing to do with Master Su!"

Feng Huo felt dizzy, and veins on his forehead bulged.

He was now relying entirely on willpower to persist.

"It's been one minute and forty seconds, it should be over soon..."

"Why hasn't it ended yet? Two minutes and twenty seconds!"

"Two minutes and thirty seconds, it's not over yet?"

"..."

"Damn it, his skills are up, how long can they last?"

In the end, Feng Huo found that his mind was also dizzy and began to twitch.

After fifty seconds, he couldn't stand it anymore, gritted his teeth and roared: "Kill, kill me!"

Su Mo was startled by the sudden roar. Would a good nine-turn master's brain be broken, otherwise how could he have such a strange request?

Just as he was about to make a move, he remembered that the skill was about to end, and hurriedly reminded him kindly: "That, senior, the skill effect is about to end, and the three minutes are about to end!"

Fenghuo's eyes trembled.

Three minutes!

Damn it, it lasted for three minutes!

He never thought that there would be a person whose skill lasted so long!

He wanted to say "10 seconds is too much for me", but he was so dizzy that he was exhausted and couldn't speak. He could only watch the time count down in grief and anger.

177 seconds!

178 seconds!

179 seconds!

180 seconds!

Finally...

Fenghuo sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Su Mo admired him in his heart.

As expected of a nine-turn strongman, he actually endured a three-minute forbidden spell.

So far, Fenghuo is still the first one!

Nine-turn strongmen are strong!

To show respect, he didn't make a move immediately and waited for Fenghuo to get up.

Who would have thought that the first thing Fenghuo said after he looked up was: "Dragon King, fuck you!"

Su Mo frowned.

The old comrade has such poor quality, how can he curse people for no reason?

Have you forgotten who fulfilled your wish?

He snorted in dissatisfaction: "Senior, is it almost time?"

Fenghuo glanced at the time, more than six minutes, it was indeed almost time.

He nodded subconsciously.

The next moment he heard Su Mo's voice faintly: "If it's almost time, I'll send you to the road--"

Then a flat attack was delivered directly, Fenghuo felt dizzy and "flew" out of the martial arts arena.

Fenghuo scolded: "Dragon King, fuck you!"

Su Mo frowned and clapped his hands: "I fulfilled your wish with good intentions, but you cursed, I'll slap you in the face!"

How could he not know what Fenghuo meant by swinging the hammer.

As the second strongest in the Law Association, if he loses too quickly, he will definitely lose face.

Being too slow is not suitable for Su Mo either.

That’s why he got the hammer and then the dizziness.

First he established his authority in a straightforward manner, then he dragged his feet to curry favors.

Stick and carrot…

It’s all martial arts, full of details!

Of course, he would give the face he deserved, but he still had to earn his own face.

Su Mo said bitterly: “Whoever comes next, just send him away!”

At the same time, the martial arts arena made a judgment [Second round, Fenghuo swung the hammer, lost! ]

Martial arts arena

Outside the arena,

When everyone saw Fenghuo flying straight out, they all showed joy on their faces and cheered: "It's worthy of Fenghuo!"

"Sure enough, it lived up to everyone's expectations!"

"Now the Dragon King should know the strength of the older generation..."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

Because the scrolling screen of the martial arts arena showed: [Dragon King wins, net win value: 152]

Everyone was stunned, their faces and moods became exciting.

This net win value...

"Net win value" is a comprehensive consideration of factors such as damage, battle time, and turn system.

If we only use the damage value, your damage is 100, and my damage is 99, the net win value is 1.

Of course, this is a situation where the two are evenly matched, and the net win value is relatively low.

For other professions, especially the warrior profession, this value can directly tell the difference between each other.

Warriors cannot kill each other in seconds, and the net win value is the difference.

But the battles between mages are all about killing each other, so the net win value of a single-round battle between high-intensity mages is either within 10, or above 80 or even 90.

The difference lies in whether the mage has time to release skills.

If there is an intermediate value, it means that the real strength gap is huge.

The battle time, rounds, etc. are analogous...

In terms of time, Fenghuo swung the hammer for 6 minutes and 48 seconds.

The battles between mages are basically about killing each other, so this time shows that the two fought for many rounds.

But the net win value of 152 shows that Fenghuo only caused a small amount of damage with the hammer, and was suppressed throughout the whole process!

In fact, the net win value of 152 is more telling than the previous net win value of 195!

195 at least shows that Qinghuo may have carried forward his style and let Su Mo take action first, or he didn't have time to release his skills.

But the net win value of 152 and the time of more than six minutes show that Fenghuo must have used enough skills with the hammer.

Even so, he was still crushed by Su Mo!

All the people present were elites of the Law Association. Who didn't know the relationship between them?

The more this happened, the more frightened they were.

In the two rounds of high and low, Fenghuo, the second in the Law Association, was actually beaten by the hammer?

Everyone had forgotten the indignation of being "slaughtered" by Xiao Wenzi, and their eyes looking at the martial arts field became eager to try.

The same thought sounded in everyone's heart - strong!

As long as there is no accident, the future new president will definitely be a strong man!

The strong deserve everyone's respect.

They are eager to know how strong Su Mo is, how high the ceiling of the Law Association can be in the future, and how trustworthy the future new president is!

Also, can they entrust their lives to the new president at a critical moment!

Without waiting for Qingshanlang to speak, Popsicle, Ice Popsicle, Xiaoheiwu and even Xiaowenzi all raised their hands and shouted: "I'll play next!"

"I'll play!"

"I shouted first!"

"I'm Jiuzhuan, I'll definitely play first!"

"I'm older than you, do you understand respecting the old and loving the young?"

"..."

Qingshanlang smiled and looked at Zhu Xianyu: "Xianyu, you recommended the Dragon King, as the recommender, why don't you go in and compete?"

"No, no!"

Zhu Xianyu waved his hands repeatedly.

He thought of being killed in one blow in the arena.

It's enough for him to know that embarrassing scene alone...