The Arcane God-Chapter 114: The Transformation Contest [IV]

Above the ring, Lancelot was standing in the center of the ring, controlling the flywheel in front of him to form a line, constantly looking for Oscar who was running.

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As the gears were played, the vortex of the gears in front of Lancelot was also shrinking.

At this time, Lancelot was standing in place and not moving very much, but because he had to control so many gears to chase after Oscar, Lancelot's essence consumption was very huge.

That was to say Lancelot's talent was good, with an innate essence value as high as sixty four, and with the improvement of his powerbase, his essence increases rapidly, and this skill was perfected.

To be replaced by an ordinary refiner, to control so many gears to carry out a linear pursuit, the essence was high and low, but not to mention the consumption of essence alone could not stand it.

But then again, Oscar and the other branch students had to be excluded. These guys who harnessed and refined essence on the advantages of the Immortal Cave belonged to a special existence.

As for Oscar, didn't look at Lancelot attacking with all his strength. But Oscar didn't consume much essence at this time. With the existence of the sand eagle, each shot only consumed a trace of Oscar's essence.

And with the help of divine sense, even if there were hundreds or thousands of gears in Lancelot's shape, even if they attack several times more together. Oscar could also rely on the help of his mage sense to knock them down one by one.

The only pity for Oscar was that his power level was still not enough. At present, he could only control the shooting of arrows, and couldn't rely on mental power to control the flight path of the arrows.

If he reached the bronze level or above, no matter how Lancelot could hide, Oscar could beat him down with an arrow in a circle.

And although Lancelot relied on the essence of the third-level refinement, how could he hide, but the essence was limited.

After Oscar turned around a few times, although Lancelot's flaw was not found, there were not many gears left in front of Lancelot. Sweat also oozes from his forehead, chest and back, and it seemed that he had reached the end of the battle.

Out of power? Although Oscar was overjoyed when he saw this, he also felt a little helpless because of his lack of powerbase. Even if he won when his opponent's essence was exhausted, it would be perceived as shameful.

Thinking of this, Oscar secretly made up his mind: No matter what! Just let you lose your mind!

Seeing Oscar running, he suddenly retracted the two spears in his hands, and a ball of light the size of an egg condensed in his palms. Light thorns began flickering constantly around the light ball, as beautiful as the discharge light ball.

But the strange thing was that the emitted light was black. Countless of them flickered alternately on the surface of the light ball, which was very magical.

Seeing the ball of light condensed and formed, Oscar ran, and suddenly turned around, the ball of light arced from left to right and hit Lancelot behind the vortex.

Lancelot was in the middle of the attack, and thought to himself: This Oscar was really difficult to deal with, he couldn't beat him with his famous stunt, did he just lose the game because his essence was exhausted?

While thinking about it, he saw that Oscar suddenly called two balls of light. Lancelot didn't know why, and thought to himself: What is this? After so many years of cultivating transforming skills, he had never heard of anyone's transforming skills transforming into such a ball of light.

This Oscar was really mysterious, and every skill of his was beyond comprehension!

But after Lancelot saw the ball of light coming, immediately he divided his control gear into two strands and faced the light ball.

The moment the light ball saw that it was about to collide with the gear, it suddenly changed its direction. Just two meters away from Lancelot, it seemed to have lost its target and collided with each other.

Before Lancelot could reflect what was going on, the two balls of light collided. There was no sound, Lancelot only felt a sudden flash of light in front of his eyes, the white light suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

Lancelot secretly said: Not good.

But his eyes couldn't see anything at this time, not even the sense of direction, let alone the position of the opponent. He immediately activated the little remaining essence, and the only twenty or thirty small gears left in front of him immediately began to revolve around his body at a high speed.

Despite this, Lancelot was still a beat slower. While he was controlling the gears to revolve around him, after only hearing the shots of arrows, the gears that he could control disappeared piece by piece, and they were all thrown away by Oscar.

Just when Lancelot was hesitating, his forehead suddenly tightened. Oscar's crossbow was on Lancelot's head.

For a time, as if time had stopped, the two stood still on the stage. Things happened so fast, Lancelot stood on the stage blankly, surprised by his own failure, and even more surprised by Oscar's bizarre transformation skills.

Lost! He really lost! Although Lancelot was still blind and couldn't see anything, the cold muzzle of the crossbow on his forehead told him that as long as Oscar was willing, his little life would be lost at any time.

In the stands, Lancelot's relatives and friends were also dumbfounded. How could this be? That's Lancelot, a bronze refiner. Lancelot, who ranked among the top three of the bronze refiners, was defeated by a student of the copper level.

Quietness, absolutely quietness.

Although there were other contestants fighting, the stand suddenly became quiet at this time. Because there were too many spectators watching the match between Oscar and Lancelot.

Because in the eyes of those audiences, Lancelot was a top student in the transformation department, and being able to see his performance in the competition was of great help to the improvement of his refinement.

And Oscar's previous performance was too abrupt, especially the appearance of the modified crossbow, which made more people full of curiosity.

Therefore, the match between Oscar and Lancelot attracted the attention of almost the entire audience.

But the result was beyond the expectations of all the audience present. Lancelot, who had been in the upper hand before, actually lost, and he lost so suddenly.

"I lost!" After a long time, Lancelot finally broke the silence.

The short two words were said so calmly, but they shattered the tranquility in the huge arena.