After taking the subway and taking the bus for nearly an hour, Zuo Rong and Du Na arrived at the edge of the city.

There are roads and bus stops here, but there are no buildings, only a forest mixed with weeds, which looks quite desolate.

"It looks like a road was built in the wild," Duna said, looking around, "What did your architect think?"

Zuo Rong next to him carried his bag and put his hands in his pockets, and said leisurely: "This is not an architect's problem, it is the matter of the urban planning department. And it's no big deal. It's nothing more than building the road first and building the building before following. This is called planning in advance."

Duna: "Do you build a building very quickly?"

Zuo Rong: "It should be said that it is quite fast. Look at the area of ​​our house, about ten years ago, it was like this place, with weeds and wild forests, and now it is part of the city."

Duna glared at him, and for a moment she had nothing to say. She knew very well that even with the help of a magician, the city could not be built so quickly. Or should it be said that magicians rarely engage in such an "ordinary" industry, right?

"Okay, don't be dazed. We have limited time today, come here with me."

Zuo Rong led Du Na to continue walking. There was no road to be repaired any further, so he could only step on the weeds.

Fortunately, the weather is very clear today and the ground is relatively dry.

The two walked hundreds of meters and walked through a large forest. Looking back, the bus stop was blocked by trees and could not be seen, and only the outline of the asphalt road was still looming.

Zuo Rong: "There will be no bystanders in this place, and there will be no cameras. Come on!"

Without saying a word, Duna took out a thick charcoal pen from her pocket and started drawing it on the ground.

Zuo Rong pointed to the ground and said, "This place is not flat enough, right? And there are weeds and stones. Will the magic circle drawn be inaccurate?"

Duna squatted there without raising her head: "I can draw on your face."

Zuo Rong thought that this was indeed the case, so he shut up and calmed down.

After waiting for a few minutes, Duna drew the magic circle. The girl put away the charcoal pen and clapped her hands: "Stand in."

Zuo Rong stepped in, stood in the middle of the magic circle, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Du Na stretched out her right hand and opened her delicate five fingers. A ball of light gradually condensed in her palm.

The girl said confidently: "You can wait for the next thing."

Zuo Rong: "How do I feel... your posture is a bit like a qigong wave towards me?"

As soon as he said that, he was shrouded in the light. Apart from a little warmth all over his body, he didn't feel anything special.

Duna wrapped her hands in front of her chest and said confidently: "Okay, you can try it."

Zuo Rong: "How to try?"

Duna: "The spell I used just now is the same as what my mother used on you last time. Try to see what the difference is."

Zuo Rong jumped a little and found that he was indeed dancing higher than usual. However, the amplitude of the enhancement was not as exaggerated as last time.

Duna looked at him and explained again: "I modified this spell to reduce its effect, but the sequelae are also reduced. After you finish the experiment this time, you can recover after a sleep home, so you don't need to be woven for three days like you did last time."

Zuo Rong moved his wrists and neck: "Oh, it would be great if there were sandbags here and I had to punch two times."

"Don't hit sandbags, try hitting this."

Duna said this, waved her hand and made a protective shell with a glimmer of light in front of her.

Zuo Rong: "This is the magic shield? Is it very hard?"

Duna: "You can try it with your fist."

Zuo Rong stared at the shield and walked up to him, punched him tentatively.

When his fist touched the magic shield, he felt as if he had hit a big balloon, which was quite elastic. As the shield decayed and deformed, the light flashed, and this seemingly weak bubble showed incredible toughness. Not only did it not break, it also brought the force of the fist to the side.

So Zuo Rong's fist was turned around and slid away.

Duna smiled and said, "You are not working hard enough, just use more force. Don't worry, it won't hurt too much."

Zuo Rong took a deep breath and swung his fist again.

If the last punch only used three points, then this punch used seven points, and the waist was used to exert force, exerting all the strength of the body.

However, the fist hit the magic shield and was still bounced away. However, the light that aroused this time was even more eye-catching.

The smile on the girl's face became brighter and brighter: "It's not bad, I'm very hard this time. Judging from the shield's reaction, the strength of your punch is no longer something that ordinary people can bear."

Zuo Rong: "What will happen if you hit someone else?"

Duna: "If you hit a key part, you might be killed with one blow? OK, take out the weapons we prepared."

Zuo Rong took out the compass from his schoolbag. At the same time, Duna walked a few meters away, walked to a tree, reached out to press her hand on the trunk, and took two steps carefully.

The magic shield stayed in front of the tree trunk.

Then Duna came to Zuo Rong and said, "The next thing I want to attach is Demon Destruction. This auxiliary spell is relatively simple. I don't need to draw a magic circle. Hold the compass and reach out."

Zuo Rong did as he said.

Duna condensed a halo at her fingertips and gently approached the spike of the compass. When the fingertips were less than two centimeters apart, the halo moved to the spike.

The girl said, "That's fine. The time limit for magic breaking is about one or two minutes, and most of the actual combat is enough. You can try it now."

Zuo Rong walked towards the tree with a shield. When he arrived, he waved the compass in his hand.

The compass was tied to the shield, and the originally tough shield broke like a soap bubble, and it instantly broke. The spike of the compass was inserted directly into the bark.

Zuo Rong turned around and said, "This is considered successful, right?"

Duna nodded: "It's successful, you can try something else."

———

After some experiments, Zuo Rong and Duna discovered that no matter it is a compass, a pen or a utility knife, as long as it is something sharp enough at the top, it can pierce the magic shield after adding magic tricks.

Of course, the premise is that it is sharp enough. Because after stabbing the tree trunk once, the tip of the old fountain pen was overwhelmed and broke. After that, it was impossible to attach the magic-breaking halo.

After taking these things back into his schoolbag, Zuo Rong said enthusiastically: "As long as we don't use controlled knives, the range of weapons we can choose is actually very wide! Various nails are certainly OK."

Duna questioned: "It's easy to get the pen, the nails, that's too short, right?"

"It's okay, for example, hide the nail in your hand and pinch it into a fist. In this way, if I punch it, the enemy will definitely take it lightly. Before hitting the shield, I will quietly push the nail out of the crack of my fingers and poke it out of my fingers, and it will be unexpected."

Zuo Rong spoke a little excitedly, but Duna listened, but she felt a little chilling.

She imagined that if she met such a guy, maybe... she might really have to capsize? The iron nail with the magic-breaking halo would definitely easily pierce the shield and then pierce it on her body. Just thinking about it would be a cold sweat.

However, Zuo Rong's imagination did not end here.

His expression suddenly became serious: "Nana, do you know something called a nail gun?"

Duna: "...I haven't heard of it, but I feel a little scary when you say that."
Chapter completed!