The man known as the Iron Mage easily knocked Jiang Xiaoxiao down, pinning the girl to the floor with a dagger. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The scene was impressive. Memories are almost as sharp as daggers. Teng Yunshen was both angry and scared. And he tried to contain his fear, to make his anger more pure......

He didn't know much about magic, very little, but subconsciously, he thought he had to.

Red energy burned and whirred in his body. He jumped up again, like a cloud lit by the remnant sun. He crossed a short, long distance and pounced on the Iron Mage. The enemy's fist grazed his ribs, and his bones deformed in an instant. He gritted his teeth and circled behind the wizard.

Teng Yunshen strangled the Iron Mage's neck and tightened it hard. He barely fought anyone, and he didn't have any talent, but when it came to this, most people would always get serious.

The Iron Mage waved his arm and smashed it behind him, clicking, and this time, Teng Yunshen clearly heard the sound of his bones shattering. He fell backwards, dragging the Iron Mage with him, and a moment before he fell to the ground, he saw Professor Ash trying to walk over.

The Iron Mage held down one of Teng Yunshen's legs, making it difficult for him to dodge the elbow blow that followed, and he struck hard. Teng believes it was much more powerful than a martial artist's elbow. The other party's muscles can be seen to be exercised for a long time, and besides, this is still a wizard, a powerful character who can turn flesh and blood into steel. Teng Yunshen's heart was about to burst out of his throat, and he didn't even have time to experience the pain of broken bones.

He thought his bones would be a little stronger. However, it is clear that under the crook of the steel arm, there is no difference between bone and glass. The pain cried hoarsely through his body, fueling the fire of rage. He raised his arm, a red arm, and smashed it down against the wizard's head. Flesh and blood blur.

The Iron Mage rolled over with a wail, the metallic luster fading from his arms, but he was still much stronger than Teng Yunshen, and he got up, staggering, but with a clear purpose. He bent down, intending to finish off Teng Yunshen with his still hard fist.

The young man floated unexpectedly, or rather, it was very unexpected for himself. The more intense the pain, the more light and powerful the body becomes. This seems to be the trait of red mana, and the blood gushes out, turning into fuel. He kicked the Iron Mage in the heart, then fell. He only had time to turn the uninjured side towards the ground and lay down heavily. Unfortunately, red gives motivation but doesn't really alleviate pain.

The Iron Mage took a few steps back. There was a sound in his chest of a heart of steel crashing against flesh. His heart became indestructible.

Fortunately, Professor Gray took Jiang Xiaoxiao away, and his movements were brisk, not at all like an elderly man.

Teng Yunshen grabbed the chair next to him and struggled to get up. The Iron Mage was still breathing, which left him with a little room to spare. What's worse is that he needs rest more than the other party. Even, just resting won't solve his problem, it will only make him feel better for the time being. He should go to the hospital for a few months......

To Teng Yun's deep relief, Jiang Xiaoxiao would not be trampled under the feet of the steel mage. The pain intensified, and he immediately held his breath again.

"Okay. "It's up to me next," he thought. His mood was both helpless and determined.

Even though he was a novice, he could still see that the red color was much lighter than it had been at the beginning, and the wonderful mana had been diluted by time. Unless he bleeds more, the red energy will run out sooner or later.

Teng Yunshen pounced on the steel mage, he stepped on the floor, and then bounced like a spring. The Iron Mage swung his fist, but he miscalculated the distance, and Teng Yunshen slammed into the table on the side of the aisle, shattering it, avoiding the opponent's straight punch. Then, he turned sideways, lowered his center of gravity, and slammed the tip of his elbow into the Iron Mage's abdomen.

The steel mage arched his body, and at the same time subconsciously raised his arm and smashed it into Teng Yunshen's back. However, the luster of the metal had faded, and his arms were not as hard as steel, making them less lethal.

The wind blew through Teng Yunshen's fingers, like a wet feather on a rainy day, soft, cold, and light...... A miracle happened, and the wind that poured in from the window turned into feathers and slashed across the steel mage's face. He closed his eyes nervously, suspecting that it was an attack. He pushed Teng Yunshen away and jumped backwards in embarrassment.

The night was clear, like a glass that had been passed for years, and the glass was stained with wet feathers, which were the tears of the girl in the clouds.

Stormy. The wind drilled into the Iron Mage's mouth, and the swollen feathers got into the Iron Mage's mouth. The violent rejection reaction immediately made the Iron Mage blush. The feather in his throat was unbearable for the Iron Mage. Even though he was a wizard, he still couldn't swallow anything other than elixir.

In autumn, the birds flew to the warm country, and the cold wind chased them, but Teng Yunshen had to walk to the embrace of the cold wind. Feathers everywhere, Teng Yunshen dragged his heavy body to the enemy. The clouds opened the door to him, he could see the other party, but the other party could not see him.

However, Teng Yunshen knew that he was not alone. In the spring of the following year, the birds will catch up with him and walk with him. The wind was stronger, and the Iron Mage had to keep his mouth open to squeeze the feathers out of his throat, but more feathers took the opportunity to burrow in.

He began to convert the material from which his head was constructed into steel. His reaction should have been quicker, but Jiang Xiaoxiao's blow caused him a huge amount of damage, making him very sluggish.

Teng Yunshen smashed his fist into the steel mage's chest.

His fists pierced through thick skin and muscles. A beating hot heart was torn apart by a sudden squeeze. He lost all his strength, exhausted all his strength, and fell down, just in time to avoid the Iron Mage's dying counterattack.

Teng Yun was deep on the ground, tiredness and pain like deep-rooted insomnia, tossing and turning in his body. Teng Yunshen struggled to crawl towards the enemy. If Jiang Xiaoxiao could survive such a serious injury, then the Iron Mage might be able to survive as well. He soon found that his worries were unnecessary, and the wind, rain-soaked feathers, quietly filled the Iron Mage's mouth. The rejection reaction is gone, which means he is dead.

Crunch. Teng Yunshen turned his head. Crunch. Someone tore the walls of the train open, as if they were tearing wallpaper. A figure in hideous armor slipped into the carriage.