With Chen Fei's current strength, he had already condensed five strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire. Supported by the milky-white spiritual radiance from his main cultivation technique, the "Scripture of ditation," his power could at least reach the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, allowing him to effortlessly sweep through anyone in the Innate Early Stage.
That was why the Duke-level Old Bat from Crimson Fang was defeated so quickly. The first reason was his complacency and unpreparedness; the second was the clear gap in strength. An ordinary Duke-level vampire simply couldn't compare to soone at the Peak of Qi Refining Fourth Layer.
As for Amotig, he was indeed a bit stronger than the previous Old Bat, even surpassing ordinary S-Level Ability Users. But in Chen Fei's eyes… he was still not impressive enough!
"You might regret the choice you're making right now." Chen Fei looked at Amotig, who seed to have made his decision. A faint smile erged on his face as he spoke in a suddenly cold voice.
BOOM!
PFFT! PFFT...
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE...
The instant his voice faded, a scorching, fierce, and overwhelming aura erupted from his body. Thumb-sized flas spiraled around his palms as five strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire fully materialized, hovering above them, vast and exceedingly sharp. The thumb-sized flas swirled like heat waves, weaving around the five strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire. They emanated such a scorching, intense heat that the surrounding air began to tremble, and wisps of blue smoke rose from it.
This was Chen Fei unleashing his Full Firepower. The combined force of the five strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire was enough to make even experts at the Early Stage Peak of the Innate Realm wary.
This power was clearly the basis for his earlier words. When facing a "re" S-Level Ability User, he truly had the strength to back up his claims. It wasn't just empty arrogance.
"Regret? I never regret. Today, you will die here, you foolish Easterner." Even in this scenario, Amotig, the Magician Sir and one of the four aces of Crimson Fang, maintained a chilling expression, his tone filled with ice-cold cruelty. Now that the pretenses were dropped, he couldn't be bothered to feign weakness any longer. They had reached a life-or-death confrontation, and he certainly wouldn't back down verbally. Besides, he wasn't truly lacking in confidence.
"ROAR!" He unleashed a fierce roar, summoning a wind blade to slice across his thumb and index finger. Two drops of luminous blood fell from the cuts, landing on the Wind Magic he was conjuring—the Wind God Spear.
In that instant, as the luminous blood dripped onto the spell, the raging Wind Magic convulsed as if shocked by electricity. The power it radiated was now at least twice as strong as before!
This... Even Chen Fei couldn't help but narrow his eyes, for he could vaguely sense a threat of danger.
"Foolish Easterner, face your death! I will show you what true despair is!" Amotig roared. In the next instant, he swiftly ford a Magic Mark and, with a fierce swing, unleashed the spell. The air shook as the spear, imbued with terrifying wind-elental power, shot toward Chen Fei, kicking up a howling whirlwind.
Within that whirlwind, countless wind blades shone with a dazzlingly sharp light, as if they could slice through the very air. It was utterly terrifying!
Such incredible speed. Seeing the storm-like spear piercing toward him, Chen Fei felt as if he were reliving his battle with Old Bansen. A spell, moving with unbelievable speed, was about to strike him… just like that day. As the elent known for having the most terrifying speed among Western abilities, its power was truly chilling.
RUMBLE… Carried on a terrifying, roaring gale, the Wind God Spear descended from the sky. It crossed tens of ters in the blink of an eye and appeared right before Chen Fei.
PFFT! A tidal wave of fierce wind blades erupted like a tempest. The sight caused the pupils of the few surviving Crimson Fang assassins to constrict as they trembled in fear.
Their respected Magician Sir truly is overwhelmingly powerful.
"You don't even know how to dodge or defend. How foolish, you Easterner. Did you think my Wind God Spear was a joke?" Seeing the area Chen Fei occupied completely engulfed by the storm of magical wind blades, Amotig couldn't help but laugh viciously, his face full of disdain. He was one of the four aces of the world-renowned Assassin Organization, Crimson Fang—an S-Level Wind Elent Superpowered. Who had dared to belittle him, Amotig, all these years? Even those far stronger than him had paid a bloody price for the mistake of underestimating him. After all, he was an assassin. He knew how to kill and was an expert at it… just like this.
In his mind, this foolish Easterner was clearly so arrogant about his own strength that he hadn't even managed to strike an evasive or defensive pose before being enveloped by the unparalleled speed of his Wind Magic. For that, he would pay a heavy price!
SWOOSH!
"Wind Magic: Thorny Cutting Prison Cage!"
At this thought, Amotig's ferocious laughter intensified. He summoned another terrifying A Level environntal Wind Magic, completely blanketing the area where Chen Fei stood. An A Level environntal magic, the Thorny Cutting Prison Cage was even more formidable than the Wind God Spear or the Wind Dragon's Tooth because it could alter the environnt itself—the highest principle of magic.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The next mont, the terrifying environntal magic fully erupted, engulfing the region. The very air in the area seed to be sucked into a vacuum, leaving only the ferocious Wind Magic to rampage through everything.
However, as he watched, Amotig's ferocious smile suddenly stiffened. He had a vague feeling that sothing was wrong. It had been a bit too easy, hadn't it?
Damn it, what in the world... His expression changed. Waving his hand, he dispersed the rampaging elental magic, only to find the area just as he'd uneasily suspected—completely empty. There was no sign of anyone. The remaining devastated scene deeply stung his eyes and heart.
"Where is he? Are you toying with ?" Amotig roared, his expression turning grim and cold.
It was as if all the power he had unleashed had just vanished into thin air. The feeling of powerlessness and emptiness was enough to shatter a man's spirit and make him feel utterly humiliated.
After all, he looked as laughable as a clown, didn't he?
"Toying with you? If you want to think of it that way, you're not wrong." Just then, a faint silhouette appeared atop a man-sized boulder not far away. His face held a smile that was not quite a smile.
To be fair, his opponent's combo attack was extrely powerful. If he had been caught in it, he would have been left half-dead, if not worse. But reality was cruel, and there were no what-ifs. He had withdrawn just before the chain of attacks began, erging completely unscathed. This fact dood everything his opponent had just done, branding him an indisputable clown.
"Since you've presented with such a splendid gift, it would be impolite for one of the People of Huaxia not to return the favor, wouldn't it?" Chen Fei murmured. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly as he reached out and snapped his fingers.
BOOM!
As the crisp snap echoed in the air, Amotig, who was not far from Chen Fei, felt his expression change and his pupils constrict. Unbeknownst to him, a ring of scarlet flas had ford on the ground beneath his feet, enclosing and sealing him within.
Surrounding that ring of fire, a circle of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire, each the size of a man's arm, stood firm like Sea-Calming Divine Needles. This sight made Amotig break out in a cold sweat, and his aged body began to shake violently!
"One, two, three, four, five, six… I must admit, you're a little stronger than I expected. So, I'll let you have a better look at my trump card." Chen Fei counted the strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire surrounding the ring of flas—incredibly, there were six of them. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. Five strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire hadn't been his limit!
"You! Wind Magic: Wind God Guardian!" Seeing this and feeling the scorching, dreadful heat wash over him, Amotig felt his old, sluggish heart begin to pound wildly.
The next mont, a violent torrent of wind elents erupted from his body. With a grim expression, he conjured his most powerful protective spell. Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned blasts of elental wind energy, furiously slamming them against the scarlet flas in the hope of creating an opening to escape.
"Trying to run? It's not that easy." Seeing this, Chen Fei couldn't help but let a faint smile touch his lips.
Then, his expression hardened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. As Amotig's pupils constricted in horror, the six strands of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire suspended in mid-air transford into a blazing tidal wave. Filled with countless microscopic sword edges, it swept viciously toward him, sharp beyond asure.
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