The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

This walk took the sun from one end to the other.

The entire city was shrouded in the crimson glow of sunset, as if it had fallen into an abyss of water from which it could never awaken. The shadows of buildings, high and low, intertwined and folded, and from the pitch-black gaps, a few prying eyes glimpsed, swirling around with undisguised malice.

Two children, one tall and one short, were walking down the road carrying large and small bags. To be more precise, they were both carrying nothing.

Although Miaomiao wanted to help, the tall boy refused and just told him to mind the road.

The area they were in at this time had moved away from the center of the city. The surrounding buildings were getting lower and narrower, and the road surface was not as clean and tidy as before. Loose bricks could be stepped on from time to time.

There was some smelly sewage accumulated in the potholes in the road, and the turbid water reflected the red sky.

Miaomiao casually jumped over a puddle, turned around and excitedly told Chi about the interesting new things she found in the store today.

Chi glanced lightly at the thick dark shadows on both sides of the road, retracted his gaze, and hummed softly in response.

Even in the capital of a country, not every place is governed by order. Poverty breeds desire and even more so, sin.

When they entered a necessary alley, they were blocked by people.

The two were forced to stop.

Miaomiao tilted her head slightly as she looked at the twenty or so men and women in front of her, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, but all with fierce expressions.

"What's up?"

This group of people completely blocked the road in front and behind them. The alley, which was not very bright to begin with, was now shockingly dark, as if no light could enter.

The leading man had a long scar on his left cheek, which almost cut through his entire eyelid. His open left eye was a pale, cold white, and covered with a thick layer of cataract.

He took a step forward, and the sound he made was hoarse like a knife blade scraping against rough sand.

"Kids, you have quite a bit of money on you, right?"

"I saw it all. You guys kept going into different stores."

They couldn't hide the large and small bags in their hands. Miaomiao said, "Yes, so what?"

Scarface sneered, "ho ho" from his throat.

"Some people can't even afford to eat, while others can squander so many gold coins at will. People's destinies are really different."

As he spoke, his companions seemed to have received some instructions, and silently pressed forward step by step.

"Hand over all your remaining gold coins. Since you are still two children, we will be gentle with you."

"Don't even think about asking for help. We've already confirmed that all the city guards were lured away by those troublesome magicians. There won't be anyone patrolling here anymore."

As he spoke, he glanced maliciously at the faces of the two children, trying to see expressions of fear and panic on their faces.

However, unexpectedly, the tall one seemed to have facial paralysis and did not respond to their words at all, while the short one's eyes were particularly clean and clear.

He had seen countless such eyes in the past, mostly in the eyes of those ignorant young masters and young ladies from aristocratic families. They were well protected and had never faced the malice of the world, so they had such pure eyes.

The scar-faced leader naturally thought that Miaomiao was one of them.

Miaomiao finally spoke at this time: "If we don't give it to you, what will you do?"

The scar-faced leader laughed. He didn't expect him to ask such a stupid question. He was indeed a naive young master. "Then of course I will kill you."

Miaomiao nodded.

He said seriously, "Grandpa taught me to give people a taste of their own medicine."

"I've already asked, and it was you who wanted to take action first."

The scar-faced leader frowned, not understanding what the kid was talking about.

But it was obvious that the other party had no intention of cooperating, so he waved his hand with a grim smile, and his companions surrounded him in an instant.

Chi frowned slightly, but just as he was about to move, his body stopped again.

He also wanted to see how Miaomiao would handle such a crisis.

The continuous chanting turned into rays of magical light that lit up from the hands of the people rushing over, and in an instant gathered into a huge light net, covering the small figure of the child.

The huge light net formed a sharp contrast with the little child, as if it was about to tear him apart in an instant.

Miaomiao raised her snow-white little face, her dark pupils still as calm as if she had swallowed up all the starry night.

He stared at the net that was falling over his head, and felt a mixture of dozens of first- and second-level magic powers from it.

They were obviously all low-level magic, but the final effect could actually reach the third level. Was this the team magic that Sang Mo had once told him about?

Really great.

But not enough.

He stretched out his hand, and his long hair and robes moved without wind. The air around him suddenly burst out with an almost terrifying high temperature. The cold air expanded rapidly at this moment, and even caused continuous and violent explosions.

The light net was torn into pieces by the violent explosion before it even reached him, breaking into millions of brilliant points that fell down and illuminated everyone's incredulous faces.

How could it be possible that the team magic they were so proud of was so vulnerable in the hands of this kid?

"Don't stop," Scar Leader growled in a deep voice, "He's only one man. We outnumber him, and our total magic power is much higher. We can wear him down to death."

He simply thought the child had used some special item and didn't believe it was his own magic. After all, he was too young, and one could tell at a glance that a child of his age couldn't possibly possess strength above the third level.

Even the well-known first magician of the younger generation, Hagadi Orsini, only broke through to the third level at the age of ten, right?

Miaomiao blinked when she heard this.

"Who's going to die? Me?"

Behind him, the dense explosions finally stopped, and were replaced by dozens of orange-red fireballs that gradually emerged, like ghosts slowly rising from hell, burning with an extremely scorching and terrifying heat.

Everyone sensed the magic power contained in the fireball and was shocked.

No, this is not the low-level first-order magic fireball technique that they are familiar with. The orange-red fireballs clearly contain magic power that has reached the third order!

Dozens of fireballs were like the sun burning in the darkness, illuminating the pale and terrified faces.

They looked at this small, slender, beautiful boy with long hair. The initial contempt was gone from their eyes. Instead, they looked at him as if he were looking at some evil ghost who was seeking his life.

“No, no no no no…”

"Don't kill us..."

A gentle smile appeared on Miaomiao's lips.

"Fusion magic." He introduced it cheerfully to the group of people in front of him who had despair on their faces. He looked so happy that it seemed as if he was introducing his favorite toy to his friends instead of fighting a life-and-death battle.

"Grandpa Sang and I researched this together. Although I don't know your team magic, I can actually do something similar on my own."

Under the horrified gazes of those people, dozens of third-order fireballs suddenly collided and merged together. In an instant, the volume of the fireballs increased several times, and a huge fireball with a radius of one meter appeared in the air.

The terrifying high temperature spread all around in an instant. Some people screamed in fear and slapped their clothes frantically. Even though the fireball had not really fallen yet, their clothes had already started burning due to the high temperature.

"Hmm...it would feel better if I compressed it a little more." Miaomiao looked at the huge fireball, one hand supporting her chin, and muttered something as if she was doing scientific research. "If the volume is too large, the power will become loose."

As he watched, the enormous fireball rolled and squeezed, gradually condensing towards the core, and condensing to half of its original size. At the same time, the orange-red flame on the surface gradually changed into an even more dazzling golden color.

As the flames swirled and rolled, the magical fluctuations that erupted from them were so powerful that they were terrifying.

Level four.

He clearly didn't have the strength of the fourth level, but he was still able to cross that solid barrier through such a special method.

"Monster." Someone collapsed to the ground, shivering and muttering.

What kind of monster is this kid?

Even Chi couldn't help but glance at Miaomiao.

This move obviously cannot be learned in a day or two. Miaomiao must have already mastered this magic before he and Miaomiao met for the second time.

The magic power that others have to summon and drive with all their strength is like a toy in his hands, which he can twist and turn at will.

Sang Mo was Miaomiao's teacher, so he obviously knew about it. No wonder Sang Mo was so angry after he successfully kidnapped Miaomiao.

The robbers who blocked the road all showed the same despair on their faces.

They were all just ordinary people with ordinary talents, and they would never be able to advance beyond the third level in their lifetime. This fourth-level magic fireball was like the summons of death to them.

They couldn't help but look at the child with pleading eyes. They hadn't actually done him any harm, had they? Did he really want to kill him like this?

That’s more than 20 lives!

However, the child's eyes were not on them.

Even in this situation, his eyes remained clean and clear, without any fluctuation due to the pain on the faces of the people in front of him.

It was at this moment that the scar-faced leader finally felt something was deeply unusual.

Innocent? Kind?

No, no.

The look he gave them never changed, but it wasn't because he knew nothing, but because he didn't care at all!

The way he looked at them was no different from the way he looked at a stone on the roadside or a bird flying over the treetop.

"Stand up!" he suddenly roared in a low voice.

The ferocious face was raised, and the determination to fight to the death was revealed in his single eye.

“Don’t forget our original intention!”

Everyone, whether standing or kneeling, was shocked when they heard this.

Original intention, yes, original intention!

What did they gather for?

In the eyes of these high-ranking genius mages and warriors, there is no difference between those who cannot break through the third level even after practicing for their entire lives and those who have no talent for practice at all.

The end of their lifelong efforts is not even the entry threshold for geniuses.

But who can willingly accept their own mediocrity?

So they gather here and they dare to do anything.

Hunt down those young geniuses, hunt down those nobles who have lost their guards, hunt down those who were once high and mighty but have fallen into trouble.

What's the difference between their desperate expressions before death and those of the lowest ants like them?

They are the shadows living in this city, the hyenas always lurking and waiting for an opportunity to strike, and the extreme "justice" that belongs to the ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Everyone stood up in silence, their expressions shrouded in shadows. Even though their clothes were already ablaze, they no longer cared.

At this moment, the determination to fight to the death burst out from those pairs of cold eyes!