Versatile Mage: Invincible from the Fire of Disaster

Chapter 109 Forbidden Spell Master
"No? Thank you, sorry to bother you."

On the white sheets of the hotel, Lin Ming put the phone to his ear and nodded.

"Is someone from the military looking for you?"

Zhan Kong's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I met a woman today who looked like a military magician."

Lin Mingdao.

"I haven't received any news yet. I can ask for you again."

"Thank you, Boss Zhankong."

Lin Ming smiled.

"By the way, what have you been doing lately? I haven't heard from you."

Zhankong asked doubtfully.

"I'm currently participating in the Blacksmith Competition in Corning Town. I'll come back to Bo City to have a drink with you when I have time."

Lin Ming looked out the window. He was on the fifteenth floor of the hotel at that time. There was nothing obstructing the view outside the window and he could see the starry sky directly.

"Oh! That's not necessary. I'm not in Bo City anymore. After your competition, give me your address and I'll come to you personally with some good wine! Oh, right! Good luck on this forging competition! If you don't win a big prize, I won't let you off!"

Zhan Kong's heroic laughter came from the other end of the phone, and Lin Ming couldn't help but smile.

"It's getting late. You should go to bed early to avoid affecting tomorrow's game."

"Okay, goodbye." Lin Ming nodded and hung up the phone.

He lay on the bed, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Even Zhankong doesn't know? Maybe he's not a military mage?"

Lin Ming asked with some doubt.

"Forget it, if the enemy comes, we will fight him with our soldiers, and if the water comes, we will block it with earth! Unless a super-class magician takes action, there is no way they can stop me now!"

Lin Ming shook his head, put all these miscellaneous things behind him, lay on the bed and looked at the bright ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

It took a long time for Lin Ming to come back to his senses.

"I'm a little hungry, let's go downstairs and buy some midnight snacks."

When he came out of the train station, he hadn't had dinner yet and his stomach was empty.

He put on his slippers and walked towards the elevator for this floor.

The elevator went down from the top floor, the 23rd, stopped at the 20th, and then started going down again until it reached his 15th floor.

The elevator door slowly opened, and inside stood two men and one woman. They looked to be in their twenties, not much different in age from Lin Ming. They were chatting together and seemed to be in the same group.

As soon as Lin Ming entered the door, he heard the conversation of three people. The three people spoke quite loudly and did not show any intention of avoiding Lin Ming.

"Is it really okay for us to go out now? The competition is tomorrow. If your master finds out, we'll probably be punished too!"

The only girl among the three was wearing a blue dress, her black hair was longer than her shoulders, and she wore a pair of black-framed glasses on her face, looking very gentle.

She looked at the two boys with some worry, or rather, at the young man with short hair and bronze skin.

The bronze-skinned boy laughed and said
"Hey, it'll only take us half an hour to get to Jinlin Deserted City. I've been wanting to see if it's really as terrifying as the rumors say! Besides, I received news that the demons in Jinlin Deserted City are showing signs of retreating, and many commander-level demons have already left. Now Jinlin Deserted City is teeming with treasures!"

He pointed at the two of them.
"The three of us are all mid-level mages. We're just going to wander around the periphery and will definitely be back tomorrow morning. Besides, tomorrow is just the audition, how can we not pass? If the three of us can't pass, I'm afraid no one can!"

"If that doesn't work, let's get a few more people. More people will provide more security. For example, the friend next to you, are you interested in going to the deserted city of Jinlin with us?"

Suddenly, the boy turned the topic to Lin Ming. He looked at Lin Ming with some curiosity and asked.

Lin Ming was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting that he would be involved.

Seeing that Lin Ming didn't say anything, the young man continued to speak.

"My name is Xing Jianle. You're here to participate in the Blacksmith Competition, right? How about you come with us to Jinlin Deserted City and I'll tell you the audition questions?"

The young man looked at Lin Ming as if he was expecting his answer, his eyes moving all over Lin Ming's body.

Lin Ming glanced at him and ignored him.

He didn't want to go to the Jinlin Deserted City, nor did he need to know the test questions. Moreover, Xing Jianle's somewhat condescending attitude made him a little unhappy, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

But this guy dared to say that, it seems he knows the test questions of the audition. Is there anyone in the Blacksmith Association? Hammer II?
Or maybe the master they just mentioned should be someone who holds a high position of power in the Forging Association.

"So even the Blacksmith Conference has this kind of favoritism and fraud?"

Lin Ming couldn't help but think.

Suddenly he felt a little disappointed with the Blacksmith Association.

In his view, forging wasn't just a skill; it was also a legacy. Essentially, every blacksmith had truly learned the art from a master, and should at least have some respect for it. He'd assumed the Blacksmith Association consisted of highly respected veterans. Never mind, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Lin Ming shook his head.

Seeing that Lin Ming was unwilling to chat, the other three did not ask any more questions and continued chatting among themselves.

The elevator quickly reached the first floor.

Lin Ming walked out of the elevator and went to the convenience store next to the hotel to buy some simple midnight snacks.

Just as I was about to go upstairs, I noticed three people in the hall.

The three people who wanted to go to Jinlin Deserted City seemed to have failed. They were now standing nervously in front of the sofa in the hall, and on the sofa was an old man with a serious expression.

The old man had gray hair and a few scars on his old face, including a burn mark on the upper left corner of his forehead.

He should be the boy’s master, a senior member of the Blacksmith Association.

But just as Lin Ming was about to go upstairs, the old man seemed to notice his gaze and raised his head slightly to look at him.

Hot!

This was the first feeling Lin Ming had when he looked into his eyes, as hot as a blazing fire!
Lin Ming hasn't had this feeling since the awakening of the fire element. Even his master's heavenly fire didn't give him this feeling!

Then came a palpitating feeling of being seen through! His heart seemed to skip a beat!
A fatal feeling of oppression pressed down on him like the collapsing sky!
Lin Ming's pupils constricted as he looked at the old man on the sofa!
Forbidden Spell Master! Eighty percent chance of it being a Forbidden Spell Master!

It's not like he hasn't seen super-class mages before, but no super-class mage could give him such a sense of oppression!

Even a top master of his master's level doesn't have such a terrifying aura!

That means the old man in front of me is the supreme being among human mages! A forbidden spell mage!

But soon, as the old man lowered his head, all the feelings disappeared.

Lin Ming also controlled his trembling hands and pressed the elevator button again.

The elevator door slowly opened, Lin Ming walked in quickly, and then pressed the button for the 15th floor.

The feeling of excessive weight as the elevator rose rapidly made Lin Ming feel a little more at ease.

"A Forbidden Spell Mage? A high-ranking official in the Forging Association is a Forbidden Spell Mage? That's right, forging is arguably one of the professions most closely related to mages. A top-tier forger is definitely a top-tier mage, so there's nothing wrong with a high-ranking official in the Forging Association being a Forbidden Spell Mage, right? But encountering a Forbidden Spell Mage in a hotel... Never mind. Forbidden Spell Mages are human too, with emotions, desires, and the experience of birth, aging, sickness, and death."

Lin Ming's heart was churning.

But that terrifying feeling of oppression still made his spirit tremble slightly.

Sure enough, it's still too weak.

After successfully resolving the blood disaster in Bo City, he began to feel vaguely a little proud, and perhaps a feeling of disdain arose in his heart, a kind of disdain that was like God looking down on all living beings.

He changed the direction of the world, he understood the future development of the world, and changed the world again!
This is a kind of arrogance that comes from controlling the world, an arrogance that does not belong to him.

He never experienced any setbacks after that, as if he could solve everything.

But today, facing this terrifying feeling of oppression, this terrifying force that seemed to be able to solve him with just a raise of his hand, he realized his own weakness.

"We have to get stronger."

Lin Ming raised his head and felt the magic energy in his nebula, muttering.

At this moment, the white-haired old man in the lobby on the first floor looked towards the elevator and muttered to himself:
"Died? Also came to attend the Blacksmith Conference?"

Suddenly, joy flashed in his eyes, and his originally serious expression softened in an instant.

"Which old fellow is so lucky? To have met such a talented disciple! Ni Zhi or Howard? As long as he's a reliable guy, I think China will finally have a place in the World Championship four years later! No! I still have to ask. If the teacher is unreliable by then, I will teach him myself!"

He laughed out loud without realizing it.

Xing Jianle looked at the smile on his master's face and couldn't help but widen his eyes. He took a step back in fear.

After so many years of apprenticeship, this was the first time he saw his master smile so happily!
But his action caught the old man's attention.

The old man looked at Xing Jianle, and the joy in his eyes suddenly turned into a feeling of disappointment. He said lightly,
"The game is over, I'll deal with you later!"

Facing the master's eyes, Xing Jianle slowly lowered his head, but still muttered
"It's just smelting fire refining, there's nothing much to prepare."

But who would have thought that when the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xing Jianle seriously.

"How did you know the test questions for the auditions?"

This serious voice startled Xing Jianle, and he raised his head with some doubt.
"I heard this a few days ago when two of my seniors were chatting. The exam questions change every year anyway, so it shouldn't make any difference if I know it in advance."

"Nonsense!" the old man snorted coldly. "I asked you to exchange forging experiences with your senior brother! And this is how you communicate! Forging is not just the fusion of iron and fire, but also the communication between the heart and the hammer in your hand! With such an attitude towards forging, how can you reach the pinnacle of forging!"

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