Chapter 301 Tom Didn't Look Back!

"Ding--"

Tom's magic seems to be just throwing a small stone, a black shadow flew forward quickly with a "whoosh", and hit a flying ax in the middle of the front level, making a crisp collision sound, but only when the ax There was a white mark on one side of the blade.

"It's a pity, player Riddle seems to lack a clear understanding of the strength of the level props! Although the throwing ax was blocked by this attack for a moment, it was just a mantis!" The commentator sighed loudly, "His spell made a mistake! No Knowing whether the following two players can resolve the battle as soon as possible, how about taking this opportunity to catch up with him?"

"Tom made no mistakes."

At this time, Ludwig, who was fighting and retreating, was very close to Tom, and the surrounding students also had disappointed expressions on their faces. Nelson's timely words gave them a boost. They all looked at Nelson, expecting Read his next sentence.

"Watch the game, you will understand."

Nelson didn't explain too much, just put his chin on his hand and stared at Tom on the field.

Tom didn't hear the comments from the narrator, so naturally he couldn't be affected. He raised his wand again, put on the same posture as before, swung the spell, and a small black shadow shot out again, hitting another one after that. Throwing axe.

He didn't look back.

Seeing his actions, the voice of the commentary stopped. In the next ten seconds, Tom fired fifteen similar spells one after another, hitting six of the throwing axes, and one of them was hit The most common throwing ax was hit eight times, but apart from the eight white marks on the blade, it didn't suffer any damage.

The audience could already clearly hear the panting sound of the commentator who was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Hey! He's got into trouble with this spell, can you stop worrying about your throwing stones!" As an Englishman, the commentator shouted angrily, and the assistants in the audience quickly approached. After reminding, he lowered his voice and apologized to the audience, "Sorry everyone, I got a little excited."

At the end, he added: "But I still have to say that there is not much time left for Riddle, and Kant and Sagan are very close to him. One of them is chasing after him, and the other is desperately hindering him." opponent, and Riddle is wasting his hard-earned advantage, if he doesn't adjust his tactics and show his performance in the first game, then this game will be dangerous!"

Hearing the comments made by the commentator, the audience became visibly noisy, and everyone didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Tom's gourd.

"You don't have a bottom line, do you?" Alphard approached Nelson carefully, and asked in a low voice, "Is it true that Tom can't solve this problem?"

"How is that possible?" Nelson said without looking back. "Tom is almost over, don't you think so, Moody."

Alphard turned his head and saw that Moody, who had heard the conversation clearly, was staring at him with resentment. His face was full of dissatisfaction with his arrangement of Tom. Alphard had no choice but to rub the kid on the head. , said, "I'm joking, really, look at my sincere eyes."

Moody snorted and continued to stare at Tom in the arena.

The audience's comments became more and more frequent. Although he was trying his best to stop Margaret, Ludwig was only a few steps away from Tom, and his half foot had already set foot on the devil's net that Tom had just passed. On the lawn, the twisting vines had already climbed up to his ankles, and when Ludwig landed on his feet, an imperceptible sound wave radiated from his arms to the surroundings, and the tentacles of the devil's net under his feet loosened.

Margaret chased even faster, and she was almost face to face with Ludwig. At this time, Ludwig felt tremendous pressure. He only felt that his spells and wands were beginning to become ineffective. The magic always misses, but Margaret's attack hits his shield every time.

His defense began to become unsupportable, a ray of flame engulfed him with the wind, and even attacked Tom who was blocked behind him, and the devil's net, which was afraid of fire, shrank back immediately, turning into a lawn that was harmless to humans and animals .

The setting of this level is a bit meaningless. How can a player who can be selected as a warrior not know that the devil's net is afraid of fire? But complex herbs can't be used in this kind of level-breaking competition, and those truly dangerous magic plants may kill three players in an instant. This lawn seems to be an element that was forcibly inserted into the competition.

The tongue of flame rushed to the hem of Tom's robe, and it was extinguished when he was about to approach. He seemed unaware of the tongue of flame, and he was still bombarding the whistling hatchet in front of him with the pitifully weak spell, without turning his head.

Just when the noise in the lecture hall reached its peak, Tom moved. He lowered his head, frowned, and looked at the hem of the robe protruding from the cylinder of his torso. After thinking for a moment, he unbuttoned it and took off his coat. It reveals a black sweater with an embroidered T inside.

"Oh, it looks like our warriors are a little hot from the fire," came the commentary's voice, "I have to say that Riddle's clothes are still very good, and it's easy for ordinary people to wear this kind of black." Like a crow or a bat, he can pull off that style."

Tom folded the robe and hung it on his bent right arm, inserted his wand into the sleeve, took a deep look at the throwing ax in front of him, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Merlin's Paris Cannon!" The commentator was so angry that he started talking nonsense, "Judges, have you seen it? I read it right, right? Our Riddle player has already taken back his wand, has he abstained?" ?”

The judges ignored his wailing, but stared at Tom with interest, anticipating his next move.

"Five, four, three—"

Tom closed his eyes, his mood was extremely calm, and his heartbeat also stabilized. Feeling the wind from the throwing ax in his ears, he silently counted the numbers that he had counted hundreds of times.

"two."

Tom leaned forward and opened his eyes. As expected, the first throwing ax flew past the tip of his nose. The throwing ax had just passed by. It should be the best time in the past, but Tom didn't move. Waited again.

Margaret, who was blocked by Ludwig, saw Tom's movements. As an opponent, she may be the person present who knows what Tom wants to do best. She raised her wand in horror and shot two red beams in succession. Over Ludwig, hit Tom's back.

"one."

Time seemed to be frozen. Tom stepped forward and walked forward. The throwing ax in front of him was falling and struck him again, but it couldn't speed up on its own after all. Tom took off his coat, it couldn't even cut the corner of the robe where it should be.

Margaret's spell followed, and the throwing ax coincided with Tom's back at this time, and the spell hit the throwing ax heavily one after the other, making Ben's normal ax blade pause, deflecting the other half.

But what could that do to Tom? Like a gentleman on a date, he held his coat and walked towards the end of the path of the throwing ax at a constant speed. Realizing that Tom had entered the next level, Ludwig panicked. He turned around, and a few thick and hideous black light beams shot towards him. Tom rushed forward, without exception, they were all hindered by the throwing axe, and several powerful spells even turned around with the throwing axe, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

Even though it was as wonderful as a symphony behind him, Tom didn't look back.

The audience finally understood what Tom was doing with his seemingly meaningless behavior before. He stood in front of the throwing axe, trying to find an opportunity to pass easily, but the frequency of the ax blade was different after all. Although only blocking the subsequent throwing axes for a moment, it managed to tune them to a frequency Tom wanted.

He passed through the gleaming axes of the axes, and they flew past his hair, the corners of his clothes, and the tip of his nose, but they still couldn't really hurt him, and Tom took off his clothes only because the robes were on him. It was inevitable to get scratched, and he really didn't want to walk back in tattered clothes, not to mention, the clothes were quite expensive.

Ludwig's curse was bouncing back and forth in the throwing axe, like a violent conductor conducting a percussion band. He could no longer care about Margaret behind him, and turned around completely. , leaving the back to her, just wanting to hinder Tom's pace.

And Margaret looked at Ludwig's stupid behavior, her eyes were full of anger, and she clenched her fists involuntarily.

"Oh my god! Merlin... Merlin's ass!"

The exclamation of the commentator sounded at the right time, he wished to give himself two slaps, the commentator had also read some legendary stories of wizards, and knew that when every genius rises, there will always be an old-fashioned character who can’t read the air, as if he was cast He poured a few pots of cold water on the front like a foolish curse, he knew that the protagonist of the story would always prove himself, but he didn't expect that he was that "veteran character". What was even more unexpected was that the slap in the face came so quickly. He looked at Tom with a red face, and the comments he had just released seemed to bounce off the walls of the lecture theater and reach his ears.

"This is the temperament of a great wizard when he was young!" The commentator can't wait to use all the compliments on Tom at this moment, as if he has already won the championship. Myself, strolling in the face of victory, why? Why?"

The audience looked at the commentary as if they were fools. His professional level was indeed not bad, and he quickly whetted the appetite of the audience. Even Dumbledore, who had confirmed that Tom had a chance to win, looked at him, wanting to hear what he could spit out. Ivory comes.

"That's because for him, victory is so easy!" The commentator waved the script and shouted excitedly, "I bet, even Dumbledore, no! Even Merlin! Would not dare to be in this kind of level!" Throw away the wand! But Tom Marvolo Riddle can! Let's shout his name! I've never seen a wizard do anything like this in all these years, it's worse than any powerful magic cast Shocked!"

Dumbledore didn't know if Tom would blush when he heard this kind of praise, anyway, he blushed, and from the tone of the commentary, he thought Tom had just killed Grindelwald, and secretly glanced at Sigmund next to him, Dumbledore took a deep breath and continued to look at the arena.

Tom shuttled through the dangerous jungle made of throwing axes. Any accident might kill him, but his face was flat, no different from a walk after dinner. Still not looking back, his movements are still precise, his heartbeat is still calm, and his eyes are still confident. He clearly knows that the throwing ax being played with will block all injuries for him, and return the humiliation he received from himself to the people behind. .

"What are you still doing, come and help me!"

Seeing that Tom was about to reach the finish line, Ludwig panicked. Although there are still levels to follow, the gap of a whole level is really hard to catch up. In a hurry to seek help from Margaret, he completely forgot that the two of them were almost born and died just now.

"you can……"

"What?"

"You are such a fool!"

Margarita was furious, raised her wand, and the petrifying spell hit Ludwig who was in disarray.

"Did you know? Riddle has adjusted the swing frequency of these axes. If he can pass, the people behind can follow his speed, find his timing, and pass the level in the same way!" Margaret took a step forward, Putting his wand against Ludwig's petrified throat, he said coldly, "He doesn't bother to stumbling the laggards, as long as you are honest, at least you can pass the road he paved, but what are you doing? Woolen cloth?"

Tom jumped over the last throwing axe, and its sharp blade touched his hair, which was blown up by the wind, and broke two hairs! Tom frowned, flung out his wand, and used the Flying Charm to attract the two sections of hair, which were burned to ashes in his hands.

Margaret yelled at Ludwig in a low voice, "You know that magic can hardly hurt these axes, but you still want to vent your meaningless anger. This kind of weak person's struggle is really ridiculous. It ruined your last part of the journey." Blocked, what can you do? You can't even be Riddle's stumbling block, oh no, you can do acrobatics with these goddamn axes spinning, you're pretty darn good!"

She pushed down the stiff Ludwig, causing him to fall into the devil's net, and then lit a fire under her feet, and rushed into the throwing axe. Facing the throwing ax that was messed up by Ludwig, Margaret struggled Resisting, while pushing forward, his own confusion spell could not control more than two handles at the same time, which made Margaret feel even worse.

Ludwig fell to the ground stiffly, bitterly tasting the feeling of being strangled by the vine man.

Tom lifted the robe, draped it over his shoulders, and put it on without any sense of urgency. He still didn't look back, his eyes were only on the front, and he seemed to have no interest in the opponent's progress.

"This is Tom." Nelson rubbed Moody's hair and said softly, "You can always trust him, of course, except in rare cases."