Chapter 12: The Horror of Motian
"I guessed that Bruno had brought Kozlo over, and I didn't feel at ease. β
Mo Tian looked at the thick flames around him, and he couldn't help but have a thick killing intent flashing in his heart.
"If my reasoning is correct, they should have instructed Langritt to force me to the edge of the wall of fire, and use Kozlo's fiery serpent to slay me.
It's really hard for Langritt to kill me, but Kozlo is a high-level magician, and the magic he unleashes can easily annihilate me, which is indeed insidious.
But since they dare to do this to me, then don't blame me for being ruthless. β
Mo Tian glanced at Langritt on the other side, and found that he was staring at him fiercely, as if he were a lamb in his mouth.
Mo Tian is even more sure of his judgment in his heart, and it seems that he has to break the kettle today.
Bruno then used earth magic to create a huge stone pillar, which rose from the ground, and everyone except Motian and Langritt stood on the stone pillar.
"Motian, come on!" Gergi shouted from the rising stone pillar.
Motian nodded, hammered his chest, and gave him a reassuring smile.
The stone pillar rose to a height of seven stories before stopping, and only Motian and Langritt were left on the ground.
On the stone pillar, Bruno and Kozlo stood at the forefront, looking down and seeing everything in view.
"What do you think of that Motian, President Kozlo?" asked Bruno suddenly.
"Boom!" Kozlo let out a sinister laugh, "I don't see anything unusual for the time being, but well!
The look in that child's eyes made me feel a strong threat, and if I didn't get rid of him, I couldn't sleep. β
Bruno nodded, and said solemnly, "Yes! Although his other magician attributes are only one star, his mana is full of stars, so he has to guard against it.
It's up to Langritt to do next, and hopefully not let us down. β
Below, Motian and Langritt looked at each other, both with confident smiles on their faces, feeling as if they could both eat each other.
"You're confident?" Langritt said coldly.
"Almost, aren't you also very confident?" Motian replied without thinking.
"You're mad!" said Langritt again.
Mo Tian clasped his hands to his chest and said with a begging look: "Yes, I'm really crazy, aren't you crazy too."
I don't want to talk nonsense with you, how can you be so verbose like a girl, hurry up!"
"Hmph!" Langritt snorted, "Very well, you succeeded in provoking me, I hope you don't blame me." β
Langritt pulled the broadsword out of its scabbard, and the blade flashed with cold light, without warning, and stabbed towards Motian.
Mo Tian reacted quickly and immediately jumped sideways, like a nimble rabbit, jumping a few meters away, dodging the sharp blade.
"Hmph! The response was good, but the rest of the year wasn't so lucky. β
Seeing that his attack had failed, Langritt couldn't help but be startled, his eyes flashed cold, and he once again held his broadsword and rushed towards Motian.
Seeing this, the corners of Mo Tian's mouth raised slightly, and he sneered in his heart: "Langritt is stupid, he doesn't use magic to compare his physical fitness with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu makes you doubt life." β
Because Motian has only one star in his magic attack value and magic sensitivity value, he has no advantage in magic competition, so he works hard to exercise his body.
For more than ten years, he has long trained his body into steel, and he can punch through the stone slab five or six centimeters behind him with one punch by relying on his strength.
In terms of speed, without using magic, Mo Tian is confident that at the same age, there are few people whose bodies can compare to his own.
"It's really ugly. Mo Tian's body was bent like a bow, facing the rushing Langritt, and a wicked smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
"Bang!" Motian shot out like a cannonball, so fast that it was dumbfounded, leaving billowing dust in place.
Ranritt's eyes were straight and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't stop walking, and his face gradually showed a solemn look.
"Let you look at me!" a whip kick kicked out of Langritt's waist in front of Motian's fast hair.
Mo Tian's whip leg had been trained by him to perfection, and the thick branches of an adult's arm could be easily kicked off.
The waist is a relatively fragile place in the human body, and if he is kicked by Mo Tian, then Langriet will definitely fall to the ground and immediately lose his combat effectiveness.
Langritt didn't expect that Motian would be so powerful, and it could be seen that he had been forbearance all these years.
"It seems that Motian is going to use me as a stepping stone today, and I must not let this happen. β
Langritt is a magic swordsman after all, and his forte when it comes to hand-to-hand combat.
He slid his feet on the ground, the soles of his feet smeared with oil, and quickly slid backwards to avoid Motian's attack.
"Do you think you'll be safe and sound?
Mo Tian grinned, revealing snow-white teeth, which looked particularly eerie under the reflection of the firelight.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable gust of wind, and the sky was suddenly full of dust, as if in a sandstorm.
Mo Tian's figure also began to disappear from that moment.
Langritt's face was solemn, and his eyes rolled around to find Motian's figure.
Suddenly, out of instinct, the hairs on Langritt's body stood up like needles.
"How does it feel?" Langritt couldn't help but clench the broadsword in his hand, and cold sweat sprung up on his forehead.
"This is definitely not magic, there is not a trace of magic fluctuations around, and his magic sensitivity is only one star, it is impossible to release magic in such a short time.
But what the hell is going on, even if he runs fast, he should make footsteps.
But apart from the sound of the wind and the burning of fire, there was not a single noise, how the hell did he do it?"
Unable to see clearly with the naked eye, Langritt switched to mental power to perceive, but still found nothing.
"Tick-tock!" Langritt forced a gulp of saliva on his face, his cold sweat dripping onto his broadsword with a crisp sound.
"Where the hell!" It had only been two or three seconds since Motian had disappeared, but it felt like a long time had passed for Langritt, and the more time passed, the more panicked he became.
"Wind magicβthe sigh of the Wind Messenger. "Langritt can't wait, so he can only blow the yellow sand in the air first.
Langritt chanted a spell quickly, cyan magic power rising from his body, and after three or four seconds, a cyan magic pattern formation was generated at the bottom of his feet.
"Release!" Langritt plunged his broadsword into the ground, and in an instant, the pentagram in the center of the demonic array lit up with cyan light.
"Whew!" a cyan bird flew out from the Demon Pattern Array, it fanned its wings, and the cyan whirlwind was like a broom, quickly cleaning up the yellow sand in the sky.
But Langritt, who saw everything clearly, was even more surprised, the surroundings were empty, and he still didn't find Motian's figure.
He felt even more strange in his heart, and suddenly, he felt an unprecedented crisis.
"Up there!" Langritt looked up suddenly, his pupils dilated.
"It was discovered, but it was too late. The corner of Mo Tian's mouth caught a cautious smile, he was like an eagle swooping down from the sky.
The Mo Angel struck a blow and split his legs, with the gravity of falling from high school, the wind on his legs was like a blade, and the power of this leg was even more amazing.
Langritt wanted to dodge to one side, but Motian's speed was too fast, like a black wind, even if he dodged the vital parts, his shoulder would definitely be attacked.
"You can't hide!" Mo Tian laughed wildly, his legs were fierce, and Langritt couldn't avoid it.
In the flash of lightning, a wicked smile flashed at the corner of Langritt's mouth, and he suddenly raised his broadsword.
The sword light slashed through the air in a perfect arc, the blade pointed upward, and if Mo Tian slashed his legs, then it would definitely be cut into two pieces.
Mo Tian had expected this situation for a long time, and everything was under his control.
Once again, he suddenly vanished, appearing like a ghost in front of Langritt.
Mo Tian hunched over, like a taut spring, and a dragon fist slammed into Langritt's abdomen.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye, and it's dazzling to watch.
"This can't be!" Langritt's smile faded from the moment Motian disappeared, replaced by a face full of consternation.
"Poof!" Langritt's eyes widened, and he spat out a large mouthful of white, viscous liquid.
Everyone on the stone pillar was stunned, completely unable to believe that Langritt, who was good at melee combat, would be so miserable by Mo Tianfa.
Langritt is like a child who has just learned to walk, and Motian is an adult who can take charge on his own, and the two are not at the same level at all.
Bruno and Kozlo, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other, their expressions were particularly ugly.
The eyes of the two of them couldn't help but flash with a cold light, like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity, the air couldn't help but freeze, and the cold made people's hairs stand up.