The Show Begins

A circus in shambles, the magician, standing on top of the tent, adjusts his stance and faces the two unnamed sequencers below with aplomb.

Perhaps this was the caster's true stance, many times better than that half-hanging witch.

Without Tempest's boost, she couldn't even put out a decent spell right now.

Met those playful eyes for a moment.

Eleazar silently realizes that his mind powers are really not working either.

Even if the other person is only wearing a piece of eyeglasses.

At this point, the witch conjured up another piece of water bomb, but it was still turned into a roiling butterfly by the magician.

"So it is. ..."

"Altering the structure of spells and matter is it!"

Eleazar's gaze sank, and his figure suddenly burst into life, jumping up and swinging a fist.

The magician snapped his fingers slowly.

"The next program is called The Big Change!"

Eleazar instantly felt the transcendental activity of his body stir, as if trying to twist into something, but it quickly subsided.

Shapeshifting is ineffective!

"Huh!?"

The magician quickly snapped his fingers again and his figure simply disappeared before stepping out in the distance in a suddenly rising flame.

"Well, I'm sorry, the show was forced to change its name midway through to Big Change Myself."

The witch suddenly let out a very ill-timed 'pfft' of laughter, but quickly collected it, her small face serious.

But the magician had already heard that laugh, and immediately sidestepped his upper body and used his hands as a gun, winking and grinning as he pointed toward her.

"Right, it sure is joyful isn't it!"

Even in the middle of a battle, people don't forget to perform digesting magic potions with an unbelievably professional attitude.

After interacting with the crowd, he flips his tuxedo again and turns around to drop three rapidly spinning cards.

Eleazar was just about to sidestep and dodge when he realized that the deck suddenly rose into three curtains that wrapped around him, who had been caught off guard.

The magician stepped forward with a smile and said enthusiastically to the girl who was suddenly unable to move and had completely turned into a spectator, "Next is still my best performance, the great change of life!"

"Wow~"

As the curtain lifts, an expressionless Eleazar punches his hat away.

It was strange, one was clearly aiming for the other's face.

And the head-holding magician was equally amazed.

Even Enhanced Morphing failed!

"A bit unreasonable..."

The show fails and the Witch is finally back in action.

She wasn't good at physical combat, so she could only keep casting water spells to delay her opponent.

It's finally getting to their turn.

The magician was crushed by the two men for a moment, running all over the field everywhere, dodging relentless punches and kicks while turning flying water bombs, suddenly flung water whips, into all sorts of things.

"I'll see how many more hats you have!"

Knocking the incredibly obnoxious black bowler hat away for the third time, Eleazar seizes the opportunity and delivers another vicious side kick.

Only the footplate aimed at the heart, as if it was out of control again, suddenly forced a dozen centimeters higher, and kicked the opponent's hat off again.

"Ah, that's a lot, as much as how much that girl loves you."

The magician kept his poise with a smile on his face and quickly pulled out another hat and put it on.

The witch learned her lesson this time and never responded to any of the other's topics.

Unable to hold the other man, the magician was suddenly a bit overwhelmed, and in just two breaths he changed his hat a few more times, his figure getting more and more lopsided.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, can you be a little more graceful and less rude!"

Eleazar's movements were suddenly more ferocious.

Another punch sent the hat flying, and he glanced vaguely at the witch.

[If you cast spells without counting consumption like this, your spirituality will soon run out.]

The two, whose destinies were linked to each other and who cultivated a tacit understanding every day, read each other's meaning with a single glance.

The witch's eyes rolled and she suddenly ran away.

It wasn't long before a roar of fury came from the tent, and a nearly 3 meter tall monster overturned the tent and rushed out.

The out-of-control puppeteer, charmed over by the witch!

Halfling, snake tail, long fins on back, 4 arms, Naga Siren!

A pathetic man who was turned back by a magic potion.

What kind of monster a Transcendent would turn into after losing control depended entirely on the undigested magical potion residue in his body, and it seemed that the last magical potion material the other party had taken had originated from the Sea Nation.

The magician blushed instantly.

Originally the plan was 2 to 2, the result was that the other side had not even arrived, their side was solved one, he 1 dragged 2 hard to hold on for so long, seeing that he could exhaust one of them to turn back to 1 to 1, but now it suddenly turned into 3 to 1!

"Die away!"

It turns out that when you get angry, you can really kill your own people...

How dare he let this monster with 4 arms join the fight, he didn't even have to think about it, he definitely wouldn't be able to change his hat in time, so the magician threw a whole 5 cards flying over this time before trapping that muscular and strong Naga.

But the magic curtain was obviously not going to be trapped for long; it would break free in less than a minute at the most.

Pulling out a hat again and putting it on, the magician glanced scornfully at the youth in front of him, who had been in hot pursuit.

This guy, with a stamina as terrifying as a monster's, had chased himself for so long without taking a breath, causing him to have no chance to catch his breath either.

Completely unable to fight, if the opponent catches a break, it would only take a single blow, and he would definitely die!

Well, the mission failed, and it's all the Dollmaker's fault.

Deciding to go, the magician stopped dragging his feet.

"Last show, a hat trick!"

He leaned back, dodging a right hook while quickly raising his hand to pop the brim of his cap.

The magical black bowler hat, which quickly grew larger, then covered the magician down.

Eleazar punches through the hat and finds it empty.

Tearing the million-dollar disgusting hat to shreds, he turned and looked around.

After a short wait, the magician still showed no sign of appearing.

"Run away?"

The camp, almost flattened out in Transcendental Vision, was a mess, with spell marks everywhere, and the other man's figure, just vanished into thin air.

"Zip!"

The violently undulating curtain finally rips open and the four-armed Naga rushes out, punching Eleazar, who was looking around, out of the way.

"Hey!"

Hammered out of the room, Eleazar climbs to his feet and turns his head to look at the witch.

"Ah! I can't control this one anymore, if you don't defeat it, I'm going to be captured by this thing and taken back to the deep sea to give birth to little fish people~"

Eleazar's chest rose and fell sharply at once, and he took a few deep breaths.

The silver ring still didn't respond, cold energy had no effect on this race, he probably couldn't beat them in a physical fight himself, and in the end, all that was left was the mind power...

"On your knees!!!"

Mindshock!

While the naga's gaze was lost and it slowly bent its body down, Eleazar quickly drew his revolver and gave the creature the bullet he was going to save for the magician.

"Bang!"