August 13, Teacher's Apartment.

Mu Yan pushed open the door, and there was an expressionless young man standing outside.

"Ah, classmate Lucian, rare guest, are you also here to eat?"

Lucien was unmoved, "What about your promise?" He asked.

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows, "What this stupid kid said has no head or tail, why can't I understand it?" ”

"You said you would stop Barry from jumping around, but you didn't keep your promise, and he even entered Clark Manor right in front of me, like a fly that smelled like a foul stench."

"You said that...... But we don't have a time, Mr. Lucien. Mu Yan spread his hands and said, "Besides, how do you know that I didn't do something?" Ah, let me guess, Samuel must have come to you after reading yesterday's newspaper, and you suddenly remembered our conversation in Seraf four months ago, so you didn't sleep well all night, so you came to me early in the morning pretending to be reserved, in order to find out the story behind it? But you don't want to ask straight to the point, so you can only beat around the bush...... Tsk, tired or not? ”

Lucien's cheeks twitched slightly, this guy in front of him was really hateful.

The most hateful thing is that he guessed correctly.

"It has nothing to do with it, Mr. Mu Yan." Lucien changed the subject slightly, and said with a sneer: "Those guys who have never seen the world said that you used illusion to drum up a fake dragon, which is powerful and extraordinary, and it is spread like the real thing, in fact, you have never seen it at all, right?" ”

"You came to the door just to say this trash?" Mu Yan smiled, "Your taunting skills are not as high as Barry's." ”

"What, don't you dare to admit it? Are you worried that my clumsy performance will be seen through by me? ”

"You've seen it?" Mu Yan asked rhetorically.

"Yes. Not only have I seen it, but I've also participated in the encirclement and suppression of it—"

"Hahahaha......"

Mu Yan held on to the door frame and smiled so hard that he couldn't stand his waist, the young cool brother's face finally collapsed, no matter how good his cultivation was, he couldn't stand others from ridiculing what he regarded as the highest honor.

"Have you laughed enough?"

"Don't, don't get me wrong...... Mu Yan finally stood up straight, he waved his hand, "There is no point in saying this, in fact, I don't believe that a young mage who only recently put on a white robe is ashamed to say that 'I participated in the dragon slaying process', since the Age of Faith, except for the black dragon disaster at the beginning of the founding of the Morning Star, there is no trace of a dragon on the Muma Plain, and I don't know which subspecies you participated in the encirclement and suppression...... Anyway, go to Seraf, since you claim to have seen dragons, that's great, I'll get you a new pair of pants - or you can have breakfast and go again?" This is a special "Courage Potion" made by me. ”

"Humph......"

Lucien left angrily, leaving Mu Yan with a vengeful back of the head.

"Cut, bear child, can't cure you?"

Mu Yan pouted.

……

……

Seraf.

Lucien closed his eyes and let his perception out, trying to figure out what Seraf was.

He knew exactly what the abandoned arena had looked like, but in just three months, it had become what it was now.

The aura was vague and eternal, exuding a restrained majesty, and he had no way of detecting the flow of magic.

Soon, his perception spread to the ceiling, but to no avail. It was an ordinary wall, and there was not even a groove carved with magic patterns and energy flow.

Underground?

How can it be......

Beneath his feet was a blatant Seyss circuit, separated by a layer of transparent glass, in which the blue magic of the three-ring level flowed, illuminating the pitch-black Seraf with an eerie, mysterious atmosphere.

This doesn't even need to be snooped on with perception.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost."

Lucien snorted and stepped into the moon chamber of an arena.

The moment the moon chamber unfolded, he captured the process.

As he stepped along, an origin spread out into a spherical space without edges and corners—a "room" that was generated instantly, like a spatial line that a mage had left behind when he used the flash technique to travel, but it was a line, and in front of him it was a stable space that was expanded by the line.

In his book The Endless Mille-Feuille, Professor Beek details the infinity and immediacy of spatial lines: they are substantial only when activated, and when dormant, they do not have a form.

"So it can accommodate all the students and don't even have to wait in line...... Lucian thought to himself, the technology alone that can generate a stable space in real time is enough to bring endless benefits to the tower.

But now is not the time to think about that.

When he first arrived in an unfamiliar place, he immediately began to test his connection with the magic net to ensure that he was always in the best fighting condition.

He raised his right hand and condensed a fireball.

It takes less than a second, which is the same as usual.

He wrapped the fireball in his senses and threw it into the distance at high speed.

After 224 meters, the fireball got out of control and continued forward under inertia, and finally the heat was exhausted and dissipated.

"The space that stretches at all times, making sure I don't touch the boundaries...... It is both stable and changing...... Not even a tall tower can do that......"

Lucien muttered, his eyes lit up.

He thought it was a waste of time, but it had already exceeded his expectations before the harvest had even begun.

After testing several parameters one after another to ensure that this moon chamber could use all his strengths, Lucien recited the password to activate the moon chamber.

Speaking of which, this password is also weird.

"Hakuna Matata!"

As the words fell, a glimmer of light suddenly lit up around him.

"Welcome to the arena, pick your hunting target."

Thousands of demonic beast phantoms suddenly floated in the air around Lucien, and when they looked at the past, they ranged from the most primary-level bobcat to the sixth-level demonic beast alien pupil marten.

"Dragon, I choose the dragon."

"Beyond the optional range, there are no submenus to choose from, and the experience mode is on.

"Warm reminder, Longwei's simulation is too real, please confirm that your strength is not lower than the second ring."

"Confirm."

"In order to ensure the quality of service, this conversation will be recorded in the sound storage crystal."

Lucien sneered, this set is still quite bluffing, I don't know how many guys are discouraged by this.

Then, the darkness vanished, and as far as the eye could see, a light gradually rose on the horizon, and the sound of whirring wind could be heard in my ears.

Lucien's vast combat experience made him realize that he was already in the wilderness and that there was no cover around, so a bitter cold wind poured in.

- The temperature is gradually decreasing, which also illustrates this.

It seems to be the time of dawn and dusk, the east is white, but the sun is no longer rising, and there are still stars in this half of the black sky, and the double moon is shrouded in dark clouds, and the stars are extraordinarily bright.

As the eyes gradually adjust to the dim sky, the surroundings gradually become clearer.

The desolate Gobi Desert, the gravel under your feet, the weeds, the lizards that crawled by in a hurry, and the sound of rustling were blown away by the cold wind.

Lucien snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire burst out, centering on him, forming a circle of fire five meters away.

The flames rose in the wind, instantly rising to the height of one person.

"If there are dragons, it's not obvious enough."

He shook his hand again, and the flames swayed and poured down like a tide, flowing outward along the circle, and from the sky, the fire gradually became a prairie fire.

"It's noticeable enough now......"

As if to confirm his thoughts, a roar was heard from the distant horizon.

The sound was obviously extremely distant, but it was like thunder exploding in the ears.

Lucien's body shook, and an irrepressible chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the whole person stayed in place.

Even though he desperately told himself that it was an illusion and a fake, there was still a terrible thought creeping up from behind......

Because of ignorance, people ignore many things that they should be afraid of, and this may be a blessing or a curse.

But for him, for a genius mage who had the privilege of seeing and even fighting dragons, it was a great disaster.

The cry was incomparably pure, even fuller and more energetic than the wounded dragon he had ever seen.

Especially for a mage with a keen sense, even if they are thousands of meters away, the sound seems to echo in their ears and resounding in their hearts.

On the horizon, a black shadow quickly approached and gradually became larger.

The howling wind in the wild had to change direction because of the arrival of the beast, and the dragon flapped its wings, and the unstoppable flame prostrated its head and clung to the ground, and the stones and weeds were swept up by the wind and blew on Lucien's robes.

Whew-

Whew-

The dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun slowly retracted, and a pair of huge eyes like amber stared at him indifferently.

Lucien forced himself to look the other man in the eye, clenching his teeth, even if the blood was running down the corner of his mouth.

Strong self-esteem made him raise his trembling right hand, but before he could pronounce a word, a dragon roar bloomed in front of him.

“Fus-”

The strong air currents enveloped everything in his vision, flames, weeds, gravel, and dust, as if Lucien's body was going to shatter in the next second......

The requiem sounded several times before Lucien came back to his senses.

"You've just brushed shoulders with death, praise Mia......"