Chapter 174 Chapter 41

"Let's fight, win me, whatever you want to scold, lose, I will make you apologize to us loudly in front of the whole school!" As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock raised his hand and pointed at this moment. In an instant, the Hungarian Horntail attacked him.

It spread its wings and exerted force on its hind legs, and it was as fast as lightning.

Hoffa, who had been vigilant all the time, stepped on the ground, raised his head, jumped high, stepped on the table, jumped to a height of more than two meters, and stepped on the back of the Horntail to perform a triple jump.

The Hungarian Horntail flew into the air, its neck twisted 180 degrees immediately, and a scorching dragon's breath spewed out from its throat.

The firelight illuminated Hoffa's face.

And Sherlock drew out his wand, and flicked the wand: "Trident!"

A jet of water spewed out from her magic wand, and turned into a trident in flight, aiming at the leaping young boy.

Hoffa in the air couldn't turn around. There were water drops on his side and the raging dragon's breath under him.

But before the water and fire hit Hoffa, he disappeared into thin air. The flame passed through his body, and at the same time, the cursed trident fell to the ground, turning into a large puddle of water.

Seeing the boy disappear, Sherlock seemed to have expected it. She retreated quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she retreated to the position of the teacher's desk in the hall, leaning her back against the wall.

After landing, Hoffa's pace was as fast as lightning. He didn't want to hold his hand, he just wanted to quickly end this meaningless farce. He followed Sherlock's footsteps and appeared in front of her. He leaned forward and grabbed the other's head with five fingers.

But after approaching, he saw the sneer on Sherlock's backing face, and she mouthed silently, "I guessed it!"

In the next second, Hoffa's outstretched palm directly penetrated the opponent's cold head. Splash a handful of water.

Crash! She turned into a puddle of liquid, allowing Hoffa's fingers to go through her head.

The liquid didn't scatter, and quickly turned into ice.

Hoffa secretly thought something was wrong, it was an elemental assimilation spell! I underestimated her.

Arms froze with lightning speed. He secretly thought something was wrong, ghost walking could avoid damage, but he couldn't avoid control!

At this moment, the Hungarian Horntail on the side didn't give him a chance to breathe, and rushed out with his head lowered like lightning. The sharp spikes on his neck made him look like a charging rhino.

Hoffa jumped high on a human-shaped icicle, trying to lure the Hungarian Horntail into breaking the ice.

But the ice melted again and turned back into a liquid, making him lose his focus in the air. He stepped on the air, was controlled by half of the ice, and smashed to the ground.

And the hornet on the ground flicked its tail, and the sharp tail cut to Hoffa's face like a razor.

He couldn't change his posture in time, and directly converted his life with magic power, and a circular shield appeared on his arm.

Bark! !

Like a blade piercing through the cloth, and the shield tail intersecting, the huge force made Hoffa and the Horntail retreat several steps at the same time. He leaned on the long table of the college, and supported the chair to stand in front of him, the shield was removed, and his arms trembled slightly.

The Hungarian Horntail rolled for three and a half weeks, then quickly stood up. Yellow eyes stared intently at Hoffa.

Hoffa touched his face, and the sting came. The shield just now blocked most of the damage, but was prepared hastily, and was still swept by the hornet's tail. The razor-like spike left a deep gash directly on his cheekbone, bleeding profusely.

He thought to himself that he is indeed a dragon, only a few months old, and his power is so terrifying. In less than two rounds of lightning and flint, he suffered a small loss with the cooperation of the wizard and the fire dragon.

At this time, the ice cube in the liquid on the ground squirmed and turned back into a blonde girl again. Sherlock looked at the slightly panting Hoffa, narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this the end, Bach! I am so disappointed."

Hoffa looked around, he and Sherlock were surrounded, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more frenzied, and the students stared and breathed heavily. The whole hall seemed to be turned into a provocative furnace, why and why fighting was no longer important to these students. They just want to see the result, the result of one side falling. Before this result appears, no one can leave the hall.

Hoffa's blood flow gradually increased, and the atmosphere made him shudder.

"Star of hope, shield of light? Oh, you know what I think?"

With a wave of Sherlock's wand, dense water droplets appeared in the air, and those water droplets were suspended in the air, motionless.

"You are arrogant, indifferent, and always want to be a bystander. You don't deserve to stay in this position at all!"

Look at these tiny water droplets. Hoffa was secretly surprised. The other party was so careful. Now that he only needs to move a little, even if he is not hurt after entering the ghost walk, his position will be exposed.

Sherlock smiled sideways: "See it? I know your disillusionment spell is very powerful, Bach. This is specially prepared for you."

Hoffa: "Do you regard me as an imaginary enemy?"

Sherlock: "That's not true, I just respect every opponent."

After finishing speaking, the Hungarian Horntail spread its wings, and its four-meter-long body flew towards the ground again, at a faster speed than before.

Hoffa clasped his hands together, and several stone hands pierced the ground, aiming at Sherlock in the distance.

He could see that this fire dragon was completely a part of Sherlock, and it was only serious to deal with Sherlock quickly.

Sure enough, seeing that its master was in danger, the tamed fire dragon should immediately change direction and want to help Sherlock.

Sherlock also saw Hoffa's thoughts. The moment the stone hand appeared on the ground, she rolled on the spot, put the wand in her mouth, and then pressed her palms on the ground, covering the ground with several runes.

"Oil Fire Swamp!"

The entire ground covered by runes turned into a deep black swamp. Hoffa sank immediately. In the blink of an eye, the mud sank from his knees to his waist!

He made a decisive decision, stretched out the huge thunderbird wings behind him, and flapped it hard, the huge reaction force made him go straight up.

Sherlock sneered, and ordered without hesitation: "It's now, Buck!"

The Hungarian Horntail opened its mouth and breathed out the dragon's breath!

The dragon's breath was five meters long, instantly lighting up a corner of the hall.

The dragon fire meanders and even ignites the swamp. Hoffa immediately entered the ghost walk, but this time, the ghost walk could not avoid damage. Because he had just escaped from the swamp, and there was still a lot of black mud and oil swamp on his body, the fire burned directly on him, and there was no way to hide. His entire lower body was ignited, and the scorching flames seemed to burn him to ashes.

He stopped wasting magic power and immediately exited the shadow state.

The battle became fierce, and the surrounding atmosphere became more and more frenzied.

"Green basket!"

Sherlock flicked his wand, and the swamp on the ground instantly turned into spreading vines, binding his limbs like lightning.

The Hungarian Horntail seized the opportunity. With a roar, it stood up to a height of two meters, and bit Hoffa's neck with its bloody mouth, pure hunting skills.

In a split second, Hoffa tilted his head and exposed his neck to the Horntail.

No one expected that Hoffa would make such a suicidal action, and all the onlookers covered their mouths and exclaimed for a while. Sherlock didn't expect it either, but it was too late to order to stop it.

The hornet didn't hold back at all, and bit down ferociously.

Bang!

The expected blood splatter scene did not appear. With a crisp sound, the Horntail's fangs left several white marks on Hoffa's neck. The Horntail bit Hoffa's neck and bit off three of its tusks.

"hiss!"

"Oh My God"

Some students covered their eyes and didn't dare to look any more, and some girls with poor endurance almost fainted.

Aglaia, who watched this scene from a distance, covered her mouth, her heart was about to jump out.

Sherlock showed an extremely dignified expression, and saw the Horntail's upper and lower jaws being grasped by two palms. The whole head of the boy in front of him turned into a bright silvery metallic color, and the bright silvery color was still spreading downwards rapidly. Soon, his back wings were retracted, and his whole body turned into metal.

The Horntail was grabbed by its upper and lower jaws, and it roared in pain, but its hands were as immovable as iron tongs. The hornet's throat moved up and down, and the temperature rose sharply.

boom! !

The orange-red dragon flame completely devoured Hoffa.

But he didn't dodge or dodge, just grabbed the Horntail's head and bathed in the dragon's breath. Some students around have already clenched their fists nervously.

The scorching temperature made Sherlock secretly scold the madman, he couldn't stand being so far away, what was that guy thinking?

One person and one dragon stood in a stalemate for nearly 30 seconds, and the dragon's breath also breathed out for nearly 30 seconds. Finally, the hornet stopped exhaling exhaustedly.

At this moment, Hoffa's whole body was burned orange-red. Each hair was like a bright red wire. He grabbed the head of the Hungarian Horntail, transformed life with magic power, and slammed it heavily on the opponent's head.

Boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

Dragon heads touch human heads.

After all, the Horntail was young, so it was smashed to pieces by this metal head hammer, and it fell backwards to the ground.

Hoffa clenched his fist with his right hand, and several stones stretched out from the ground, tightly restraining the Horntail. He looked at his watch whose magic power was rapidly decreasing, and quickly disappeared in place.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the dragon's breath didn't help him, Sherlock gritted his teeth and waved his wand again. Circles of water patterns appeared on her body, Hoffa's arm passed through her neck, and she became liquid again. However, when the red-hot metal touched the body fluid at high temperature, a large amount of water vapor quickly evaporated.

Sherlock finally knew why this guy was willing to be burned by the dragon's breath for half a minute. Her complexion was bitter, secretly thinking cunningly.

Seeing that the high temperature hurt her, Hoffa knew that he had won the bet, so he immediately mobilized the remaining magic power and opened up the mental force field to the maximum.

A series of stone pillars rose up from the ground, directly interweaving a gabion in the sky, imprisoning the two of them in an airtight manner.

In the stone cage, Sherlock quickly backed up and turned back into a human form. She covered her neck that was burned to the point of redness, and looked at Hoffa panting.

Hoffa stood opposite, panting: "I can see that you can't cast spells in the state of the elemental assimilation spell, am I right?"

"That's right, how long can you last this kind of transformation?"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and sneered: "How long can you maintain the high temperature without the hornets' breath?"

"Is it?"

Hoffa pointed around: "Try elementalization in an environment without water at all."

Sherlock's face changed,

"I've seen you cast your ability. Before you cast a trident, and then you created a large number of water droplets. Your purpose is not only to restrict my activities, but also to create a watery environment around you, so that you can use the element at any time. The assimilation spell escapes damage. So I speculate that you cannot assimilate out of thin air, you must be in contact with water."

After a moment of silence, Sherlock said angrily, "I take back my previous judgment, you really have something."

"Thank you for the compliment, now those people outside are isolated by me, can we make peace?"

"Peace?" Sherlock had a mocking look on his face, "Are you for yourself or for those people outside?"

Hoffa was slightly taken aback.

Sherlock: "You still want to be a bystander, don't you understand, no one in this school can live aloofly!"

After finishing speaking, a sharp mental force field struck. The cage formed by the Broken Grip shattered into pieces, and Hoffa felt a power of faith, which he had never seen before.

He glanced at the magic power scale on the watch, and secretly groaned in his heart. The transformation of the human body just now consumed a lot of his magic power, and the activation state consumed a lot of his energy. He no longer has the ability to fight for a long time.

The two fell to the ground from the cage, and the surrounding students screamed like a tide. Amidst the screams, Sherlock jumped high on the gravel, and the water formed a sharp spear in his hand.

Watching the opponent's blond hair flying wantonly in the air, Hoffa propped up a narrow shield.

But at this time, things can change abruptly.

Sherlock, who jumped high, was volleyed to the ground, as if an invisible iron fist hit her on the cheek.

The crowd behind them cheered earth-shatteringly, and they looked at Hoffa like fanatical fans looking at a trophy-winning team.

But Hoffa stayed on the spot. He looked at his fist. He obviously made a conservative gesture, but why was Sherlock sent flying?

Soon, he knew the answer.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a skinny young man came in from outside the hall with a sullen expression on his face. It was Fatil Drasses.

Seeing a professor approaching, the crowd dispersed, and the frenzy in the air finally faded a bit.

Sherlock got up from the ground with his arms on the ground, all the fluctuations in magic power disappeared, and her nosebleeds were shot out.

Fatiel, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, stood in front of Sherlock, exhaled a puff of smoke, and whispered coldly: "I am so disappointed, can't you even bear the criticism?"

Sherlock: "Professor. Me."

"I taught you how to tame dragons not to show off your abilities, but to maintain order and stability. Now, take your Horntail and do what you should do."

Drages's voice had no warmth at all.

"yes."

In front of this man, Sherlock, who was still rebellious just now, seemed to be a different person. She lowered her head and walked in front of her bound Hungarian Horntail.

Hoffa silently released the shackles of the Broken Grip, and the Hungarian Horntail ran away from its master. It circled around Hoffa curiously, then snorted, walked in front of Sherlock, and returned. How to Train Your Dragon Team.

Sherlock followed behind his own dragon, his expression a little lost.

Fatil walked to the table of the dragon team, and the students in the team stood up.

Fatil: "Why don't you stop it, can't you pretend to be calm?"

The How to Train Your Dragon team bowed their heads.

"Let's go." Fatil said lightly.

The dragon training team filed out. When he got to the door, Hoffa saw Fatiel glance at him. He was expressionless, but there was some inexplicable sympathy in his eyes.

Before Hoffa could think about the specific meaning of that look, Fatil had already led the dragon training team, left the school auditorium, and entered the cold night of drizzle and frost.