Divine Flame Crystal

Xingluo and Mo returned to the dormitory. Mo turned to look at Xingluo and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Hahaha, why should you be afraid? Is the forbidden magic very powerful?" Xingluo said with a smile.

Mo looked at Xingluo, an inexplicable emotion flashed across his eyes, and then he turned and left, but his steps were much lighter than before.

After taking a hot bath, Xingluo lay on the bed, recalling what happened today and summarizing the situation of the battle. No one is perfect, and Xingluo knows that he still has many shortcomings. What he has to do is not to make the same mistake again.

Lying on the soft bed, Xingluo gradually felt sleepy. After finishing his summary, he fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, an old man kept calling his name.

After waking up the next day, Xingluo felt a little puzzled. Who was the old man in the dream and why did he always appear? This question troubled him for a long time, but unfortunately he had never found the answer.

The early morning sun shines into the house, bringing warmth. For the past ten years or so, he has been sleeping like this in the village until he wakes up naturally.

But since coming to Luoshen Academy, I rarely sleep like this.

Xingluo shook his head, dispelled the thoughts in his mind, and started the first thing he did after getting up. He placed the high-level magic cores one by one on the table, watching them refract beautiful spots of light in the sunlight.

Xingluo counted them carefully, fearing that some of the magic cores would be lost after one night.

After counting, he carefully put the magic cores back, stretched, and prepared to eat.

As soon as Xingluo went out, he met many classmates pointing at him. It seems that it will be difficult to keep a low profile after the qualifying competition. "Yesterday's battle must have been so cool. I wonder if I will receive a love letter or something?" Xingluo began to fantasize in his mind again.

Sure enough, just as Xingluo was about to move forward, a sweet-looking senior schoolmate walked straight towards him, then shyly stuffed a pink letter into his hand, and then ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Looking at the other person's departing figure, Xingluo began to daydream. Finally, he looked down at the letter with a lingering feeling: Dear Mo Qin, with a peach heart drawn next to it.

He felt like his world was collapsing, as if he had been baptized by a mental storm. He muttered depressedly, "I'm just a little fat."

The lost fat man walked towards the cafeteria. It was his usual practice to turn his grief and anger into appetite.

After dinner, Xingluo came to Class 6, Grade 2. Like the first grade, this class was also full of elites. She threw the letter to Mo who happened to be passing by, and walked into the classroom.

Mo looked at Xingluo in surprise, then looked at the letter in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

The classroom is very large and looks a bit empty even though there are many people. In fact, a lot of magic knowledge can be found in the library. The class mainly talks about combat experience and spellcasting techniques that are rarely mentioned in books.

For example, although the library will tell you how to release a fireball, how to release it faster and better, and when to release it are what the teacher mainly talks about.

So Xingluo always listened to the lectures seriously. These were not boring theories and the teacher did not just read out the text.

In the second grade, the teacher began to teach some spellcasting techniques for intermediate magicians, which was exactly what Xingluo needed now.

Listening and thinking at the same time, and verifying them with the knowledge points in the library one by one, this is what Xingluo does in every class. Although it is boring, for those who have experienced the college entrance examination, these are really nothing.

"…Only a strong mental force can guarantee instantaneous release. Then Pandora, you answer this question."

"What are the conditions for instant magic?" the gray-haired teacher began to ask questions.

Pandora was called up. This beautiful girl was always the focus of the class. After all, even the teachers were a little afraid of the family behind her.

Pandora raised her neck proudly, revealing her fair skin, and spoke in a voice as lively as a lark. "First of all, you need super strong mental strength, which is the foundation of everything. Secondly, you need to have a deep understanding of this magic. If a person can arrange a magic array in a very short time, then it will give people an illusion visually—"

Pandora paused for a moment, then said word by word: "He is casting magic instantly."

"For example, if someone arranges the fireball formation in less than half a second, or even shorter, then people will think he is casting magic instantly..."

As Pandora continued to tell the story, everyone showed expressions of sudden enlightenment. The teacher was also very satisfied with her answer. He smiled and nodded, motioning her to sit down.

Xingluo thought about it and found that Pandora's answer covered almost all the aspects he knew, and it was logically rigorous, with clear ideas and fluent expression.

Xingluo couldn't help but look at this proud and arrogant young lady with a new respect. Perhaps she had received a very good education since childhood.

They actually only have two classes a day, theory class in the morning and practical class in the afternoon.

The rest of the time is for everyone to study on their own. There are no exams during the normal period, only one qualifying competition at the beginning of the year.

Xingluo was happy about this, as it gave him plenty of time to manage himself.

The practical class was a two-on-two duel between two students. Before Mo revealed his talent for forbidden magic, everyone was willing to fight him, but now, only a few knights were reluctant to fight him.

After all, the strange attack methods and strong corrosiveness of the dark fighting spirit always make them look miserable.

However, Xingluo is an exception. Ever since he learned about Mo's magic-forbidden attribute, he would challenge Mo every now and then.

Although he was very embarrassed at the beginning, he made some progress each time, and his attack methods became more and more bizarre.

For example, now, Xingluo marked five spatial coordinates in the square. He used space jumps to continuously increase the distance between him and Mo, and then used long-range magic to attack him.

Because of the existence of the talent of Forbidden Magic, Mo focused on developing speed. How to rush to the opponent as quickly as possible is the aspect he is currently preparing to improve.

However, ever since Xingluo performed the space long jump during the battle between him and Mo, Mo's speed advantage has disappeared completely. Can it be faster than the almost instantaneous space jump?

However, as Xingluo improved, Mo was also improving. For example, in today's battle, after Xingluo performed the space jump, Mo began to try to predict Xingluo's landing point and launch an attack in advance.

This is the time to test your combat awareness. Prediction is not guessing, but a comprehensive judgment based on the opponent's psychological activities, eyes, movements, combat habits, etc.

As Mo's predictions became more and more accurate, Xingluo almost entered his forbidden magic range several times, but he was very happy. The stronger Mo became, the more interesting it was.