You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

You know, even if an ordinary newborn wizard practices hard for a year, he may not be able to reach the second rank, because the growth of magic power is not a cumulative process. It cannot be accumulated over time. The wizard must find a new and more efficient way of autophagy to achieve an upgrade in rank.

Meditation may not be too difficult, but it is definitely not easy. Just like Sean's little fan, he can make at least two potions, one for escape and the other for blasting. This shows that he has been a wizard for some time, but is still only at the first level.

On the other hand, Sean has already entered the second level in less than a month since the Black Fruit Rainforest incident.

This speed was something Quill had never heard of.

Even those witch hunters in the family who were known as geniuses in mysticism, the fastest one took half a year to advance from rank one to rank two, and that was with the assistance of potions throughout the process. It took him two and a half years.

This made Quill even more determined to kill Sean.

This writer must not be allowed to stay!

The terrifying promotion speed and the magic power of the second rank might be the reason why Sean is so confident.

Unfortunately, it’s not enough.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Sean." Quill raised the thread again, and made a harsh sound at the same time as the puppet beside him, "Even though we are both at the second level, there is still a gap."

The magic power Sean controls is about 3.2 Laks, and his magic power has reached 9.9 Laks, just a little bit away from entering the ranks of rank three, not to mention that he practices puppetry, which gives him an absolute advantage in a one-on-one duel.

It is no exaggeration to say that three Seans are not enough to defeat him.

This is true.

The puppet will not "die", it was just pierced through the chest by Kate and was not completely destroyed, so it can still be used.

Quill was controlling the puppets, and two "people" were bullying Sean alone. Sean himself was not good at close combat, and he had not had time to practice fighting skills. He had just gotten up from the ground when he was knocked down again. For a while, he was beaten so badly that he couldn't even move his hands. His body was covered with wounds and blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

But he didn't fall completely.

No matter from which angle Quill attacked, even with the cooperation of the puppet and using all the combos outside the move list, he could never really kill Sean. Sean was always able to avoid the vital points in time, use the Ring of Truth to resist, or use less important parts of the body to withstand the attack.

“It’s really strong.”

Quill's murderous intent grew stronger.

The stronger Sean appeared to be, the less chance he would give Sean to turn things around.

If he just wanted to kill Sean before, now he would not leave Sean with his entire body to avoid any further trouble.

It's just that he was so focused on the fight that he didn't notice that the magic power in Sean's body was growing stronger little by little under the damage done by his silk thread and scalpel.

The first time he used the power brought by forbidden meditation, his body had to go through an adaptation process. He had to overcome the body's own self-protection mechanism. The wounds left on his body by Quill were, to some extent, helping him release this power.

then.

a moment.

Sean, who had been getting beaten, suddenly looked up at Quill and made a hoarse sound.

"you're right."

"Although they are both at the second level, there is still a gap."

His hair was already wet with blood and sweat, becoming a mess, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky - this was not an exaggeration or a metaphor, a hint of gold really appeared in Sean's dark eyes.

It is a small dot composed of countless overlapping characters.

"Mysterious."

Quill narrowed his eyes and launched a series of deadly moves.

But this time, his attack failed to hit Sean.

Suddenly, golden symbols and letters floated in the air, strung together into a line, binding him and the puppet in place like a chain.

Quill instinctively tried to break free by brute force.

The best way for a high-level wizard to deal with the control spells of a low-level wizard is to use force to break the magic. As long as the magic power is sufficient, there is no restraint that cannot be broken. But when he tried to destroy the chain with violence, he was shocked to find that the strength of the chain was far beyond his expectations. With his magic power close to the third level, he couldn't even break half of the lock.

The silk thread, which should have been indestructible, broke directly the moment it touched the chain, leaving no trace.

Is this a spell that Sean, who is at the second level, can cast? ?

What was even more difficult for him to understand was that, upon closer inspection, the chain was made up of inequalities. Those letters and symbols strung together gave him a... math problem?!

“if……f'（x）≥1/4，f（2）≥0，x≥3…max{f（x)}=?”

Quill: “???”

An extremely absurd thought enveloped him.

It seemed that as long as he could give the answer to this question, he would be able to break free from the chains.

But the problem is...

He is a doctor!

It's a wizard!

A witch hunter!

What profession looks like it would be able to do this kind of math?

"Is it a surprise, Mr. Quill?"

This time it was Sean's turn to ask.

He climbed up from the corner, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at me sarcastically: "Do you think I can only reflect bullets?"

Quill was speechless for a moment, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by deep shock and confusion.

Why did Sean's magic power suddenly surge?

Why does the spell manifest itself this way?

Why was he forced by Sean to do math problems when he was clearly fighting?

He had so many questions that even though he knew Sean couldn't answer them, he still couldn't help but ask in an incredibly dry voice: "How... did you do that?"

"You don't need to know." Sean taunted, "I still like your previous rebellious look."

Before Sean touched him, Quill felt like he was slapped in the face. His face was burning with pain. For the first time, his expression was a little out of control in front of Sean. He gritted his teeth and said, "You think you won?"

"What else?" Sean asked, "You can't even do such a simple question. Have you ever been to college?"

Quill: "Shut up!"

These words seemed to have touched his sore spot.

As a member of the Floris family, he certainly went to college and achieved excellent results in all subjects.

Except math.

Sean didn't expect Quill to react so violently. It seemed like there was something going on, so he added, "I'll give you a chance. If you can figure out the answer within five seconds, I'll let you go."

This was obviously a lie. At this point, no one could let the other off. Both of them knew this very well. Even if Quill really solved this problem, there was still the next one.

But Sean insisted on saying so.

The more frustrated the enemy is, the more relieved he feels.

Seeing Quill suffering great humiliation, Sean felt much better.

Now that he's comfortable enough, it's time for Quill to hit the road.

Puppet wizards below rank five can only have one puppet, and he can be sure that this is Quill's real body.

This time, he will avenge Chris personally.

And the innocent girl downstairs.

A look of hostility emerged in Sean's eyes. He spread out his palms. A golden triangle was suspended in his palms. Countless formulas and functions were flowing in it, filled with the brilliance of knowledge.

"I told you that you should bring more people."

It's not to increase the chances of winning, it's to save more lives.

Quill's life alone is not enough to compensate.

Sean threw the cone of truth, which contained enough magic power to kill a third-level wizard, over Quill's head. The triangle, which could originally be held in one hand, suddenly enlarged and slowly rotated, like a rolling guillotine wheel that could crush all "wrong answers."

Quill knew that he would die tonight, but he had no regrets.

On the contrary, at the moment of his death, that uncomfortable smile appeared on his face again.

"Want to know why I didn't bring more people from the hospital?"

"Because you - Mr. Sean, you have never been our family's target, only my personal target."

"To put it bluntly, you are not worthy and qualified to ask my family to help you."

"But your friend is qualified."

"For example, Mr. Light Servant, and for example..."

"Your Lady Flame Crow."

……

Chapter 37 Trap

The rotating triangular light wheel rolled down.

Quill's fragile body seemed to be sent into a shredder like a piece of paper. It had no power to resist and was directly shredded into countless pieces of light. His flesh and blood seemed to be assimilated and reduced to the most essential energy, starting from the truth and disappearing in the truth.

His puppet also exploded at the same time and dissipated into nothingness.

Quill finally died.

Chris also got his revenge on the girl.

But Sean had no time to enjoy the pleasure of revenge. His mind was full of Quill's last words before he died, "Your Miss Flame Crow." His heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition rushed to his head.

In the previous dawn meeting, Adev and others had mentioned the "vice-president" several times.

They wanted to attack the hospital while the other party was away, which shows that this "vice president" is a difficult enemy to deal with.

There are wizards among the witch hunters. Quill, as a doctor, is a wizard. The vice-president is also likely to be a wizard, most likely a high-level wizard. Elviri and others should know this information, but the problem is, Quill can use puppets to deceive him and Kate, can the vice-president also use puppets to deceive the people who are following the Dawn Conference?

They thought the vice president had left the hospital, and even saw him go out and get in the car with their own eyes. But in fact, it was only a puppet who left. The real vice president had been waiting for them in the hospital?

Thinking more deeply, it was no wonder that when Elviria transformed herself into the vice president and rescued him from the hospital, Quill didn't say a word and didn't even ask the reason. Now it seems that Quill most likely knew that the other party was Elviria.

They were planning to attack the hospital, and the hospital was also planning to be attacked by them, and then take this opportunity to catch Elviri and others in one fell swoop.

This is a trap!

"Grass!"

When Sean reacted, he felt something was wrong, and rushed out of the room without even bothering to clean up his messy appearance. The old door panel, which was already old, was hit hard by him and hit the outer wall, becoming scrapped on the spot, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

downstairs.

The taxi was waiting outside the hotel.

The driver was listening to music with headphones.

It's not even half an hour yet, but he's already starting to think of a reason to get Sean to pay more.

It's hard to get a taxi at this time, and it's in the suburbs. If he doesn't want to walk, it will be difficult for Sean to find another taxi.

Anyway, the man looked clean, gentle and easy to bully, so he was not afraid that Sean would get angry with him.

Until he felt someone open the back door and get in, and the car shook slightly.

"Hey buddy, it's so dark out there, the roads in the suburbs are hard to drive on, how about you...!!!" The driver took off his headphones and glanced at the rearview mirror, ready to hint to Sean to pay more money according to the lines he had just thought of. But when he saw Sean's murderous eyes and blood all over his body in the mirror, he stopped talking and turned to widen his eyes in horror: "You, you you you...you killed someone?"

Did I pull a murderer?

It turns out that Sean asked him to wait downstairs, saying that he would leave soon, in order to kill the target and quickly escape from the scene? ?

At this moment, the whole incident formed a perfect beginning, development, turning point and ending from the driver's perspective, and at the same time made him understand a truth - don't judge a book by its cover.

At this moment, Sean's terrifying and bloodthirsty look formed an extremely strong contrast with his previous gentle appearance, which made him instinctively clamp his legs together. His heels became a little weak, and his heart fell from the paradise of extra money to the bottom of the valley of death. He thought to himself, it's over, I saw his appearance...

Sean had already sensed greed in the driver's half-sentence, so he naturally didn't look happy. He stared at the rearview mirror with an unfriendly look and asked, "What were you about to say?"

"The roads in the suburbs are difficult to navigate, so what?"

"So I will definitely drive well and take you to your destination safely!" said the driver with his eyes tightly closed.

"How much?" Sean asked again.

The driver hurriedly said: "No, no money, it's my honor to meet a guest like you!"