: 1025? My dad never hit me in the face...

The duel began in this humble little park, but unlike the situation where other audiences imagined that the sky and the earth would fall apart immediately, the two black-robed wizards cautiously used magic to detect each other at the same time.
Voldemort, who was originally angrily wanting to do it directly, looked a little puzzled. After investigation, he was completely aware that Alan’s wandless spellcasting method was estimated to be higher than his, but the power of magic without a wand would not be weakened even for their existence. , But will also lose the bonus of the magic wand. Voldemort did not expect that Allen would bring such a big wand as a combat tool. Although the increase is greater than the magic wand, it will also cause slower spell casting. Modernity has been eliminated. Only some guys like Lucius or Mad-Eye would hide their wands in canes or crutches because of arty or for hiding.
And Allen could feel that Voldemort was exploring himself like he was exploring the other party. He then used his prophetic eyes to activate the prophetic ability, and then came the defense methods and tactical arrangements that Voldemort might carry out in Allen's mind But Allen only used him as a reference for this kind of quick prediction. The information detected was only the other party's plan when he cast this ability, and Voldemort might even change his mind because he noticed the activation of his prophetic eye itself. Another tactic is to develop offense and defense.
"Tom...It seems that I should have brought you some surprises today?" Allen asked Voldemort, "Isn't it? I thought you would be more aggressive than last year... I didn't expect to be quite cautious. …"
"You are provoking my patience, boy, there are only two things that I can fully guarantee..." The blood vessels on Voldemort's bald head moved, and he replied, "We may surprise each other today... But in the end, I Will destroy you!"
Like a signal, the two black-robed wizards began to cast their spells at the same time, and then almost at the same moment, two spell energy burst out of the air, and a black speckled wind burst out from the tip of Voldemort's wand. , With thousands of blade-like negative energies, appeared a cone and began to rush towards Allen. A few small insects that were common in summer turned into ashes before they fell to the ground. They did not directly touch. To the curse, but also indirectly drained life.
But immediately, this burst of negative energy disappeared without a trace before it touched Alan, without letting him feel a little change in temperature. Alan was already an experienced prophet, who cooperated with spell recognition. Before Voldemort cast the spell, he judged that the dark lord was about to cast the spell in front of him, and the opposing magical energies of the operation just right made them swallow each other-out of caution, he only dispelled it and did not reverse it like educating his students it.
　　 "Very good." Voldemort squinted his eyes to wake him up, "It seems we have to spend some time."
　　 Neither of them thought about solving each other so quickly.
Surrounded by a shadow shield similar to a super iron armor, Allen floated in the darkness behind the shield so that Voldemort could not determine his location. He cast this spell when he just finished speaking, which would make the duel time. It took a little longer, but Allen thought it was worth it, because this enchantment can protect Allen from some basic spells. Allen knows that the Dark Lord can cast other powerful spells-so powerful. The curse of this shield can be penetrated without attenuation.
　　 But at least this shadow shield allows Tom to have fewer choices.
"Boy, what are you afraid of?" Voldemort laughed and said to Allen, "I am different from your fans, but I don't have any plans to kiss you." With that, Voldemort also clothed himself with a super armored bodyguard. Shield, and from the thin air, a silver shield that can withstand spells was transformed.
Allen, who was also floating on the bottomless darkness of Claw Rift, also laughed: "Tom, I actually decided to spend some time because I want to give you a bit of warning, but I will wait until you like I'll tell you when I listen."
"We can simply float here." Voldemort's tone became a little impatient, "Wait for one of the defenses to disappear first-your interesting shield, or my silver shield... But little boy, Do you want our duel to be so boring in front of all wizards?"
"Well, you're right." Allen replied casually. He didn't pay attention to whether the Dark Lord really heard it, and then the voice in the shadow shield indicated that he was starting to cast another spell, and the Dark Lord held tightly. The wand, trying to identify the magic that Ellen is about to cast in order to prepare to defend it.
But what was unexpected to the Dark Lord was that no magic appeared behind the shadow shield. Alan Apparated quickly in the air and teleported himself close to the Dark Lord, appearing more than ten feet behind him and lower left, and then facing him. Sora stretched out his right hand, and then the Dark Lord judged from the opponent's expression that the opponent's magic had succeeded.
Then the pain from the left hand of the Dark Lord proved this point. He knew that his vitality was flowing away from his left hand held by Allen, who was very proficient in black magic. He lowered his head and glanced at himself. The pale left hand that was still holding the silver shield, the skin that began to wither and spread and began to decay proved this.
　　 They looked at each other, as if the opponent was themselves in the mirror.
Not far away, the surface of the sphere of the shadow shield made by Allen quickly disintegrated, making a weird noise that even distracted Voldemort, but the continued pain caused Voldemort to shake his head and use his magic power on the opposing vampire. After that, Voldemort did not try to stretch the distance to escape the opponent's casting range, but flew towards Alan, further shortening the distance between them, preparing to release another spell he had gathered earlier.
A magic orb with black and red flame light appeared in the tip of the wand on the right palm of the Dark Lord. He looked down at Alan, the pain in his left hand had disappeared, but Voldemort still further retracted his right arm and aimed at him. On the face of the white-haired wizard, he threw this magic orb composed of chaos and evil forces.
Alan’s cold gaze from the eyes that seemed to look at him like a dead person struck him, and he had already eliminated the previous magic, leaving a series of poetry with the obscure accent of ancient magic texts that mysterious people could not identify. The composition spell quickly echoed between the two.
The dark lord took the lead in launching an attack that had an effect. Allen’s movements in the air suddenly slowed down, and the surrounding air became thinner because of the magic beads made by Voldemort. He felt that his lungs had difficulty breathing, and there was a short explosion. The sound turned into a louder gurgling bubble bursting. Alan’s Great Arcanist’s staff hit his own face due to the change in air pressure. After being hit by the Hell Alchemy skull on the top of the staff, Ai Lun felt that his lower lip was temporarily unconscious, which made him who had never experienced any pain except for the moon, because of the soreness of the pain, tears filled his eyes uncontrollably.
And the dark lord’s expression changed from a distorted excitement to shock. His flame orb, which condensed the energy of the demons of the bottomless abyss, should have been released into a seven-step diameter burst after approaching the boy’s head. The fireball scorched his handsome face completely-but none of this happened.
A shining blue-black smoke sprayed out in the air around Allen. Voldemort told himself that the energy of these smoke and dust was also the one he was most familiar with. At the moment the heart beats for half a time, these blue-black smoke and dust were in a certain A vortex is formed under the distortion of the wind.
And Voldemort watched that the magic orb he cast and the light it produced were absorbed into the vortex. Then the Dark Lord realized that this was not just his own magic~EbookFREE.me~ he didn't know it either. Unconsciously, because of being too close, the mysterious man felt that his joints were gradually weakened, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. The unprecedented weakness and sense of aging surrounded the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord’s flying spells were also lost. In order to be effective, the black mist was sucked away, showing his human form and falling to the ground.
Allen casts this spell, which is almost the same level of energy absorption as the high-level spell of the otherworldly gate. He opens a channel that connects the world where the spellcaster is located and the negative energy. Allen himself becomes the link between these two realms. The conductor, absorbing the vitality and magic power of the subject Dark Lord, gave him a temporary supplement.
After landing, Voldemort began to try to unlock himself this kind of damage that he thought was a curse, but his weakness told him that he was temporarily powerless, so he held his silver shield in one hand and said, "It should be Harris, What kind of magic is this?"
Because of the extra temporary vitality and the absorption of some chaotic magical powers from the Dark Lord, Alan looked a little too excited than before. He tugged his lower lip and touched it, with a slightly fierce and cruel expression on his face. After being hit by his staff just now, it hit the teeth and formed a bite that has healed, "Tom, I have to pay you back."
　　 "What?!" The Dark Lord who was still on the ground responded, and then saw Alan also land on the ground in the sky.
"My dad never hit me in the face..." After Allen said, he changed his wand to hold with both hands and weighed it, then put his gaze on Voldemort's bald head, "I mean , I have to pay you back..."