Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Wang's opponent this time is a female student named Guan Yuemei.

Judging from Guan Yuemei's performance in previous battles, she should be a relatively rare support-type mage.

Standing on the arena, the king gripped the middle of the halberd with his right hand, the blade pointing diagonally downwards, and the ferrule protruding from his left shoulder through his back.

Clearly, in this round, the dark halberd in the king's hand was no longer just an ornament.

Having reached the quarterfinals, Wang Jiang is ready to give it his all.

When she saw that the king had not planted his halberd on the arena as before, Guan Yuemei felt a chill, but she did not show the slightest fear.

Students who can survive two rounds of competition and still stand on the stage are not weak in terms of either strength or mentality.

"The match begins!"

As Shen Yuan spoke, Wang Jiang's body burst with golden light, and he strode towards Guan Yuemei, his long halberd slung across his body.

However, Guan Yuemei on the other side also took a few quick steps forward, and with both of them rushing forward, the distance between them quickly closed.

"Holy crap, that's brave!"

"What do you mean? She wants to fight the King in close combat? Is she crazy?"

"They're actually sending themselves forward; do they think the King isn't winning fast enough?"

The students in the stands gasped in surprise; Guan Yuemei's performance had clearly exceeded everyone's expectations.

Wang Jiang's tactics have always been to close the distance and then win by relying on his overwhelming close combat strength. Guan Yuemei's choice is naturally a bit hard to understand.

Few people would believe that Guan Yuemei's close-combat skills surpass those of Wang Jiang.

Therefore, Guan Yuemei's choice at this moment is somewhat intriguing.

The king was also a little puzzled, but he didn't care.

Whatever Guan Yuemei was planning, Wang Jiang had confidence in himself; it was simply a matter of responding to each move as it came.

In just a few seconds, the distance between the two had increased to thirty meters.

Guan Yuemei's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and then her toes glided lightly, causing lush green vines to suddenly sprout from the arena beneath Wang Jiang's feet.

The vines were as thick as an adult's wrist, and there were six of them in total. They twisted and arched as they grew, like venomous snakes poised to strike.

Rare grade, entwined with ghost vines.

Guan Yuemei had used this magic in previous matches, but only to release two ghost vines to restrict movement or bind and control the opponent.

At this moment, all six ghost vines emerged simultaneously, clearly indicating that they were using their full strength.

The tip of the ghost vine kept shrinking and thinning, becoming as sharp as a spearhead, and it pierced towards the king's shoulder sockets, groins, neck, and heart.

As the king was rapidly moving towards Guan Yuemei, the ghost vine arrived in front of the king in an instant.

All of this looked as if the king was cooperating with the ghost vine, allowing it to pierce his body.

Guan Yuemei was fully focused and prepared; if the king made any move to dodge, Gui Teng would immediately follow.

However, to Guan Yuemei's surprise, the king showed no intention of dodging at all.

With a flick of his wrist, the king raised his arm and swung it. A dark golden trail swept across the area, and before the six ghost vines could pierce the king's outer garment, they were neatly separated from their roots, the cuts clean and smooth as mirrors.

The halberd, now imbued with sharp edges, is a perfect counter to magic like vines.

Seeing Ghost Vine fall helplessly onto the arena and melt away into green light, Guan Yuemei's expression changed slightly.

Her ghost vines were tough and difficult to damage with swords and knives. Even when chopped with an axe, they would only leave a mark on the surface. Unexpectedly, in the hands of the king, they were no different from ordinary grass vines.

The ghost vines posed no obstacle to the king, and the distance continued to close. Guan Yuemei, her expression turning serious, gently raised her hand, and two icy chains crossed in an X shape, binding the king.

The king parried with his halberd, the tip of which precisely pierced the connection of the icy chains. Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, the halberd spun, twisting all the icy chains onto it.

One end of the icy chain suddenly extended, plunging into the surface of the arena as if taking root, firmly restraining the halberd.

Guan Yuemei clearly wanted to take the opportunity to remove the king's weapon.

Wang Jiang naturally couldn't just abandon his halberd like that, so he raised it, tightened the icy chains, and kicked out with all his might with his right leg.

hum!

The halberd vibrated and emitted a buzzing sound, and the immense force shattered the icy chains on it.

Guan Yuemei seemed unwilling to give up, and this time, four icy chains immediately rose from the ground in front of the king.

The king swung his halberd in a horizontal slash, the blade colliding with the icy chains, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

The icy chains broke in two again, and the king seemed to be completely unstoppable.

As he stepped forward, two broken chains of ice fell onto his shoulders, but the king paid them no heed.

Unexpectedly, the two broken chains draped over his shoulders, and the drooping ends somehow rejoined the lower half of the chain.

collapse!

The icy chains wrapped around the king's shoulders twice before being suddenly pulled straight, causing the king to come to an abrupt stop.

"Impressive," the king exclaimed sincerely.

Once the integrity of the Ice Chains spell is broken, it usually dissipates. Unexpectedly, Guan Yuemei was able to reconnect the Ice Chains before they completely disappeared.

Even Jiang Yue couldn't do this, which shows that Guan Yuemei's control and development of magic is indeed unique.

Forced to stop, Wang Jiang took a deep breath, adjusted his body, and suddenly exerted his strength, trying to break the icy chains directly.

Back then, Wang Yi was able to easily break Wu Manqi's icy chains. Although Wang Jiang's strength was somewhat inferior to Wang Yi's, basic strength doesn't determine everything, because one can amplify their strength many times over through various advanced techniques.

King Jiang has always been able to unleash fifteen or even more of his full strength when he has only ten.

When it comes to the explosive power that integrates the whole body, Wang Yi, a novice who has only been learning for less than half a year, is far inferior to Wang Jiang, who has been training since childhood.

However, having finally found a chance to restrain the king, Guan Yuemei naturally couldn't afford to be careless.

The ghost vine condensed again, and this time it appeared directly on the king's shoulder.

One end of the ghost vine wrapped downwards, firmly binding the king's arms to his torso, and then nailed into the arena to share the pressure with the icy chains. The other end wrapped upwards around the king's neck and then suddenly tightened.

The king's neck veins bulged instantly, a strong feeling of suffocation came over him, and his face turned red rapidly at a visible speed.

Two sharp points rose up from the ghost vine, continuing to pierce the king's eyes.

Wang Jiang naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death. The moment the ghost vine bound his upper body, Wang Jiang knew it would be difficult to break free from the double restraint of the ghost vine and the icy chains. So he gave up the idea of ​​breaking free and instead loosened his right hand.

This did not mean that the king had given up resistance; rather, as the halberd fell, his right leg lashed out with lightning speed, striking the halberd handle squarely.

After being kicked, the dark halberd spun and flew towards Guan Yuemei, making a "buzzing" sound as it cut through the air.