Chang Feng stared at him for a long ti, finally asking, "What is your profession?"
"Mage."
"Hmm?"
Chang Feng was montarily stunned, his gaze vacant. This was the first ti he felt that an Elite Level Mage, under normal circumstances, could actually beco a mage. Those who couldn’t beco a mage with Spiritual Talent usually ended up in Support roles; an Elite Level Mage was indeed quite rare.
"I don’t believe you," he said.
Ye Mingqiu extended his hand, gathering Spiritual Energy in his palm and using it to form a magical template. Soon, a crimson fla appeared in his palm, burning fiercely.
During his training in the Little Spirit Realm, Ye Mingqiu had been learning magic. Now, the magic he used had grown to a certain scale; though not very strong, he at least looked like a mage.
"You really are a mage?"
Chang Feng looked at the fla in surprise, slightly furrowing his brows, and then asked, "What is Euler’s Theorem?"
"Euler’s Theorem?"
Ye Mingqiu paused to think, then responded earnestly, "Euler’s Theorem is a principle where shouting ’Euler Euler Euler Euler...’ crazily can increase the power of a move."
"... You really live up to being an Elite Level Mage; that answer certainly has an elite vibe," Chang Feng retorted.
"I really don’t know,"
Ye Mingqiu helplessly spread his hands and said, even though he knew the real aning of Euler’s Theorem. But now, he was an Elite Level Mage, and a clueless young mage shouldn’t know too much.
"Then what do you know?"
"Lighting Skill, Fireball Skill, Earth Flow Spear, Wind Walking Skill, Magic Shield... I also know a little about other magic, but I’m not very skilled in them," Ye Mingqiu’s gaze was as clear as a college student’s.
"Forget it, I can’t trust you, goodbye. Don’t cling to , or... I’ll kill you," Chang Feng left behind a cold look and turned away.
Ye Mingqiu watched his departing figure, sighed, and exclaid, "How scary."
...
North City District
The air was murky and foul, filled with the pungent sll of rust, old machine oil, and residual chemicals.
The silhouette of enormous factory buildings appeared like prehistoric beasts lurking in the storm-covered night; windows mostly remained as dark empty holes, twisted steel bars nacingly stabbed towards the thunderous sky.
"This environnt is really terrible,"
Ye Mingqiu murmured as he continued forward, stepping on cracked cent blocks and weeds growing through the gaps, each step possibly landing on discarded parts or slippery moss.
Strange noises echoed from the machinery factory, uncertain if it was the wind or the creaking of tal under stress, reverberating through the empty, silent ruins.
Ye Mingqiu didn’t turn on any lighting equipnt but could clearly sense the outlines of the surrounding environnt. This wasn’t so special ability, but the strong perceptive power of his spirit.
Then, like a silent shadow, he deftly navigated through fallen scaffolding, bypassed piles of rusted scrap tal, finally reaching his destination—the iconic enormous assembly workshop in the Zhenxing Machinery Factory, where Chang Feng had already arrived.
Chang Feng seed very confident in his strength, choosing to actively strike out even knowing Ye Mingqiu might reach this place too.
Of course, he might have a backup plan or a stealth skill like an Assassin.
On one side of the workshop, a massive, heavy iron door coated with dark red rust was half-open, resembling a demon from hell opening its abyssal maw, ready to devour.
Inside the door was a bottomless darkness; Ye Mingqiu could hear the sounds of fighting echoing from within, accompanied by beast-like roars.
Has the battle started?
Ye Mingqiu stopped walking, smiling; the spirit realm’s usual concealnt vanished, and the casually dressed youth instantly turned into a warrior clad in heavy armor, wearing a Cyan-Faced Fangs mask and wielding a blood-red Battle Spear, the combat aura deeply drew him in.
Feels like... killing sothing...
The Blood Spear shimred, the pulsating crystalline patterns resembling vibrant blood vessels, connected to Ye Mingqiu’s hand, beating with life force.
He slowly moved, his footfalls made heavy, powerful sounds, like heavy objects hitting the ground, steadily approaching the other side of the door, surging tides of murderous intent and malice as though about to devour the target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Heavy footsteps echoed continuously, a terrifying presence naturally exuded, like a massive bell ringing, intimidating all battling on the other side of the door.
At so point, the fighting sounds ceased, leaving only a faint scent of blood slowly spreading in the air, attracting dreadful war monsters.
"Boom!!"
The Blood Spear pierced the air, instantly shattering the iron door, exposing the scene within—the confrontation between Chang Feng and three blood-red monsters.
At this mont, Chang Feng was drenched in blood, tightly holding a Silver Longsword, staring fiercely at the heavy armored monster behind the door while also warily eyeing the nearby blood-red monsters, his heartbeat racing to the extre.
On the other side stood the blood-red monsters, their bodies sickeningly blood-red, like muscles skinned bare; their eyes resembled glowing hot coals, emitting scalding residual light in the darkness.
The three blood-red monsters bore sword wounds, oozing boiling blood like lava, sizzling as it hit the ground, their wounds visibly healing at a rapid pace.
"Bang!"
Heavy footsteps resounded again, the blood-red monsters shuddering as if stomped on the heart, staring fixatedly at the Blood Spear-wielding heavy armored monster by the door, whose Cyan-Faced Fangs guise and aura seed more terrifying than these monsters.
They even wondered if this guy had killed more than these monsters had.
Humans are terrified, monsters are terrified too, they even unanimously paused the battle, collectively focused on the Tyrant coming through the door from the other side.
The rhythmic footsteps continued...
"Roar!!!"
Finally, one blood-red monster couldn’t withstand the eerie atmosphere anymore; it roared in anger, transforming into a shadow, darting out at a speed beyond human visual capture limits.
Sharp claws sliced through air, emitting a piercing screech, with intense bloodthirst and deathly aura, aid straight at the Cyan-Faced Fangs mask.
But... it failed...
The Blood Spear was faster, swiftly and accurately piercing through the blood-red monster’s body, suspending it in mid-air, allowing its boiling blood to flow freely.
The corrosive boiling blood, like lava, dripped onto the Blood Spear but couldn’t affect it at all; even its blood got absorbed by the spear, making the crystalline blood patterns shine brighter, throb jubilantly as if it had found nourishnt.
The blood-red monster skewered by the spear writhed in pain and despair, watching helplessly as its body got drained, transforming into a dried-out carcass that fell apart, scattering into a patch of black fragnts.
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