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Zheng Bocheng said sarcastically: "You, a rising star, have understood that it is lonely to be at the top for a long time. I was just careless just now."

After that, the humility on Zheng Bocheng's face gradually turned into anger, and the politeness in Wang Tao's eyes turned into determination.

Zheng Bocheng stood up straight, trying to adjust the expression of his facial features into the kindness of a senior guiding a junior, and then suddenly hit him with a palm wind, but he smiled: "Extreme Heavenly Thunder!"

Originally, the sky was clear, but in an instant, thunder and lightning roared.

The timid female classmates have begun to scream, and the spectators who approached the arena just now have finally learned from their experience and are looking for suitable shelters.

Being the cannon fodder of the great god is likely to be wiped out.

Compared with eating spectators and their lives, they rationally chose the latter.

The straight lightning with dazzling white light lit up the sky covered with dark clouds.

The rolling thunder seemed to carry the pressure from the sky, like an invisible heavy punch hitting Wang Tao's Baihui acupoint.

Wang Tao smiled at the lightning and said to Zheng Bocheng: "Thunder? I can do it too!"

After practicing to their level, each of their spells has already taken on the aura of their own sword energy.

The lightning summoned by Wang Tao arrived in an instant. Compared with Zheng Bocheng's straight one, Wang Tao's lightning also had some bright yellow halo in its color.

The lightning was thick and long, and it turned and hit the thunder summoned by Zheng Bocheng.

The sound of sizzling was a bit harsh, and then a burnt smell spread.

Everyone saw black smoke coming out of the arena, and shouted excitedly: "The first is indeed the first, just shouting thunder can set the arena built of Jianmu on fire."

Zheng Bocheng has been the champion of the academy for many years. Today, half of the people in the audience are his die-hard fans. At this time, they cheered together: "Big Chengcheng is mighty!"

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"Come on, Dachengcheng!"

Zheng Bocheng, with a distorted face, shouted: "Enough!"

He stopped talking immediately.

A faint voice suddenly came from the audience: "Fuck, this lightning has struck off the thunder's attack and set the arena on fire?"

"Isn't this Wang Tao too evil?"

Silence, the whole audience is quiet...

The ground was suddenly shaken by a thunderous sound.

Everyone felt the numbness under their feet, as if thousands of troops were galloping past.

There was a loud rumble, and the smell of burning hair came from the stage again.

Zheng Bocheng, who was noble and cold just now, had his hair disheveled and his face was black.

There were five or six hairs standing proudly, as if questioning God, what are you doing?

The jade crown that was worn meticulously just now had already rolled off the stage.

Most of the hair was hanging on the cheeks, and more than half of it was burned and damaged.

Two long blood lines came out of his nostrils, his eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clattering from being bitten.

This kid suddenly yelled: "Hellfire!"

It seemed that he still did not intend to admit defeat, but even his die-hard fans in the audience closed their eyes.

No one dared to think about what kind of tragic scene would happen if Wang Tao accepted the move?

Wang Tao seemed to want him to lose convincingly, and said with a playful smile: "Brother Zheng, have you never heard of the elders in your family teaching that children who play with fire will wet the bed at night?

Ignoring the people in the audience who were still discussing that the thunder and lightning he had just summoned were so late, could it be the legendary thunder of the nine heavens?

He struck out a series of fireballs with his palms, which seemed not as good as the flames, but burned Zheng Bocheng's clothes and pants directly like a ghost.

A large area of ​​moisture spread along the trouser legs, and a lot of hot air with a smell of stench was baked out.

Finally, there was a disgusted cry: "No way? Did you really wet your pants?"