ryethenovel Chapter 23 A Big Gift for Mu Nujiao
Chapter 23 A Big Gift for Mu Nujiao
Zhuang Lifeng rode the wind track and killed Mo Fan himself. The other six summoners in the audience shouted that it was against the rules. Although this move was very unethical, it was still within the rules. Jiang Yunming deliberately held back.
"Arrogant brat, prepare to die!" Zhuang Lifeng was somewhat carried away with his pride.
"Dude, do you really think I can challenge all the other elemental types with just one summoning ability?" Mo Fan grinned.
"Not good!" Zhuang Lifeng thought to himself, but it was too late. He had already seen the purple lightning on Mo Fan's hand.
"Kneel down!"
"Thunder Mark - Python Mark!"
The purple star trails transformed into a deep purple lightning python that lunged at Zhuang Lifeng. Mo Fan's lightning-type spirit seed was named Raging Thunder, and even a level 1, low-level spell was enough to give Zhuang Lifeng a hard time.
"Ugh!" Zhuang Lifeng cried out and knelt on the ground, convulsing. Mo Fan still showed mercy, kicking Zhuang Lifeng to the sidelines with a Leo kick halfway through the electric shock.
At this point, Mo Fan's identity as a mid-level mage was officially exposed. With the familiar lightning seal and the powerful ghost wolf beast, the challenger's tactics turned into a war of attrition, exhausting Mo Fan's lightning magic power and the ghost wolf beast's stamina. Although the demon was strong, its stamina was limited.
The game began with a war of attrition, and Mo Fan's number of defeated people steadily increased, soon exceeding one hundred, leaving him one hundred short of his target of two hundred.
The number of people defeated was still increasing. Mo Fan felt that he had defeated 150 people in a short time. It was really easy!
"Hurry up with the next batch!" Mo Fan urged.
When the number of defeated people soared to 180, Bai Zangfeng, who was quite famous, walked onto the stage with an arrogant look on his face. He was there to end Mo Fan's life.
"I must say, you're quite good..." Bai Zangfeng began with a lecture.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Mo Fan questioned.
"Thunderbolt - Top-Down!" In order to conceal the lightning-type spirit seed, Mo Fan deliberately reduced the input of lightning-type magic power by half. Just like a charged skill, the power could be controlled.
Bai Zangfeng, caught up in the lecture, didn't react in time and was saved by Gu Han, who was acting as the referee. Of course, Bai Zangfeng was not convinced. He lost without even releasing a single star, just like being tricked to death after picking up a beer bottle and a cannon.
Finally, he was sent down by the mentor's whirlwind attack. "Intermediate lightning magic, this is the sixth one!" many viewers cursed.
Several more mid-level mages took to the field, but none of them were as strong as Zhuang Lifeng. Mo Fan could sense that Zhuang Lifeng was quite powerful, but he talked too much and lacked some dirty combat experience. The number of defeated mages finally reached 199, with only one more to go.
"Everyone, there's only one spot left!" Dean Xiao's voice rang out again.
"Just a friendly reminder, those who aren't strong enough shouldn't go up and cause trouble," mentor Zhou Zhenghua added, meaning that the last spot should be reserved for a top expert.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out somewhere in the arena. A stunningly beautiful woman with an unparalleled face, graceful figure, and a touch of aloofness walked onto the stage. It was none other than the school beauty of Mingzhu—Mu Nujiao.
"You must be Mu Nujiao, the school beauty of Mingzhu?" Mo Fan asked.
"I don't like this title." Mu Nujiao's voice was indifferent and cold.
"You deserve it."
"Enough with the nonsense, take this!" Mu Nujiao didn't want to waste any more words. A blue wind star map appeared beneath her long legs, and the air in the entire arena seemed to be sucked away.
"Wind Disc - Tornado!" A two-meter-diameter, turbulent blue tornado appeared in the center of the arena, attracting considerable attention within a ten-meter radius around it.
"Are you ready to surrender?" Mu Nujiao stared coldly at Mo Fan.
"Surrendering is out of the question, but the school beauty deserves the treatment of a school beauty. Look at the grand gift I'm about to give you!"
"Old Wolf, come back! You did a great job today!" A moon-white star track lit up in Mo Fan's hand, and a dimensional rift appeared above him. Knowing that he was no match for the tornado, the Ghost Wolf Beast decisively returned to the summoning plane. His Dragon Sister was about to make her appearance.
Seeing Mo Fan's actions, Mu Nujiao had a big question mark in her mind: "What is Mo Fan doing?"
"Come out, Kisara!"
"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!"
Three deafening dragon roars, filled with sacred majesty and ancient power, smashed the spatial barrier at the edge of the dimensional rift like a giant sonic hammer.
The sound was not a simple beastly roar, but rather a declaration containing some supreme law, instantly overwhelming all the noise in the arena and causing the air to freeze and tremble.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal, breathtakingly large silver dragon head emerged from the violently distorted dimensional rift. The dragon's head had perfectly smooth lines and was covered with layers upon layers of silver-white dragon scales that shone with a cold metallic luster. Each scale was as if it had been meticulously forged from the purest mithril, reflecting a dazzling brilliance under the arena's light.
What is most captivating are those dragon eyes—huge and deep, like two sapphires set on a dragon's head, burning with azure flames. Their cold gaze sweeps across the entire scene, carrying an arrogant look down upon all living beings and a sense of oppressive pure power.
The dragon's mouth parted slightly, revealing fangs as sharp as swords, within which a white light, powerful enough to destroy everything, could be faintly seen.
The dragon head was merely a prelude. As the spatial rift was violently widened, the blue-eyed white dragon Kisara's body became much larger than that of a typical servant-level demon.
Her body was over twenty meters long, and her streamlined body was covered with thick dragon scales that were of the same origin as the dragon's head and shone with a sacred silver light. The outline of her muscles undulated under the scales, full of explosive power.
The dragon's broad and powerful wings were fully spread out, the wing membranes like the toughest white crystal silk, but the edges were covered with sharp bone spikes. Each flap of the wings stirred up a violent airflow that was enough to overturn small demons, and made a muffled, thunderous sound as it cut through the air.
A long, powerful dragon tail swayed gracefully and dangerously behind her, its tip tipped with a sharp bone blade. Kisara hovered in the air, her massive body blocking out part of the light above the arena, casting a huge, chilling shadow.
She simply existed there, and the dragon's might, originating from her bloodline and belonging to the legendary true dragon, enveloped the entire arena like a tangible pressure. Her silver-white scales flowed with magical radiance under the light, holy, majestic, and powerful, perfectly embodying what it means to be the overlord of the sky.
"Explosive Gale Bullet!"
A silvery wind spewed from Qisala's ferocious dragon mouth, and Mu Nujiao's wind disc was directly blasted apart by the silvery wind.
"Holy crap, that's a dragon!" A chorus of "Holy crap!" erupted from the audience. Someone had actually summoned a dragon, and it didn't look like an ordinary mixed dragon or pseudo-dragon; it was at least a sub-dragon.
"A real dragon! This is definitely a real dragon!" Jiang Yunming exclaimed excitedly, certain that he was right.
"This kid has quite a few good things on him!" Dean Xiao said with a meaningful smile. This kid is very good and has unlimited potential.
"What a handsome dragon!" Many girls were captivated by the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's appearance, as were many young men, for being a dragon knight was one of many people's dreams.