The Strongest Magician of Gods

"Boom"

The magic apprentices kept casting the spells they had learned, creating earthen walls or water waves, but no matter how hard they tried, the spells were always thwarted by the fire waves the moment they were cast.

Seeing this, Mo Bei finally felt relieved, fearing that his intermediate-level magic would be easily countered by the apprentices, otherwise this training would become a joke.

"I was just being paranoid. With my current magical power, even though I'm only casting an intermediate-level spell, it's been refined to the extreme and shouldn't be able to be broken by them."

Mo Bei slowly sat down, closed her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Trouble. How could his magic be so powerful? Judging from the structure of the magic, it should be an intermediate-level spell, but even such an intermediate-level spell cannot be broken by my current level."

Feng Tianjiao kept thinking. His cultivation level was already at the advanced level of a beginner mage. Logically speaking, ordinary intermediate magic should not have such power. Even the magic he cast was instantly neutralized. With his cultivation level, it shouldn't be like this. A magic cast with all his might should be able to hold out for a while! However, the opposite was true.

"Is Master Mo's magic really that strong? He's only five or six years older than me."

Feng Tianjiao was extremely anxious and sweating profusely. Most importantly, he was filled with a deep sense of despair.

Mo Bei's cultivation level had risen to the level of a high-level mage in just five or six years. Originally, I thought that this guy was just lucky and broke through the shackles of his meridians, but that idea was finally shattered today.

He was very hardworking, and for several years he had been practicing magic in a deep and profound way, which is why he always looked so dejected and anxious during class.

"No, I'm a genius. I'll fight to the end. I can't be defeated so easily."

A deep sense of shame seemed to be whipping these geniuses hailed as magicians.

They had never lived such a humiliating life since childhood.

"Wow"

A huge wave of water suddenly exploded, and the water droplets turned into smoke and disappeared one by one. Feng Tianjiao repeatedly used magic to resist it, feeling a deep sense of frustration in his heart.

"Boom"

Young figures, one after another, cast spells to fight back together; they were so inexperienced yet so unwilling to give up.

A class that lasts only forty-five minutes feels infinitely long in their hearts, as if every second is an eternity.

One helpless figure after another, stubborn yet desperate, were quickly influenced by the actions of others, repeatedly shaking the magic.

And then, with a series of ringing bells, the class finally came to a complete end.

"clang clang"

The bell rang, and a group of magicians flew out of the classroom in the teaching building, their faces beaming with smiles as they played and laughed.

"rumble"

With a violent tremor, Mo Bei dispelled the magic.

"Wow"

The fire dance spell was lifted, and the bound magic apprentices looked exhausted, sweat dripping from their noses.

"Alright, that concludes this lesson. By the way, from now on, every lesson I teach will start with endurance training until you can fully withstand it. That's settled then."

As Mo Bei was leaving, he couldn't resist making sarcastic remarks, his hearty laughter brimming with the joy of a victor.

"bang"

The classroom door closed, and the magic apprentices of the "Demon Class" remained silent, exchanging glances, their usual laughter and banter gone.

"You're a madman! You're a high-level mage; how could we possibly withstand any spell you cast? Forget intermediate spells, we wouldn't stand a chance even against beginner spells. You just want to torture us, don't you? And you make up such a grand excuse."

After Mo Bei left, Zhou Wenjie shouted loudly, tears welling up in his eyes. He had been tormented by this lesson.

"Shut up"

Feng Tianjiao glared at him fiercely. His long hair was disheveled, his magic was exhausted, and his expression showed a deep sense of defeat.

"Master Mo is very powerful."

Xiao Yan'er looked exhausted, but she was secretly overjoyed.

"This is Master Mo's power."

Gu Quan's fat body jiggled wildly, and he was panting heavily.

An absurd lesson has ended, but its absurdity lingers in the minds of the students in the "Monster Class."

For the next two days, the training path of the prodigy class was filled with tedium and torment. The intense flames not only tempered their will but also burned away their fierceness.

And that day soon came to an end.

"Huff huff"

At night, a shadowy figure moved through the skies above Austin Magic Academy.

Mo Bei, dressed in a black magic robe, swung his magic broom and glided several meters away.

This broom was also stolen by Mo Bei from the academy, or rather, borrowed. It was borrowed when no one was guarding the academy. That's right.

"My identity shouldn't have been exposed these past few days, so I have to take a gamble on this trip."

Mo Bei was uneasy. His identity made him feel as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head, ready to strike him down and destroy him at any moment.

But what's worse is that he doesn't have the strength to take down the sword, so the danger remains.

"I'm a little nervous about carrying out my first mission for the Soul-Seizing Hall. I think I can trust Luo Xiu. If he is, I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of him for the next few years."

Mo Bei fell silent. The Soul-Seizing Hall was the most unique among all the forces. The biggest restriction on recruiting outer disciples was the level of a high-level mage, while other forces recruited from the level of a novice mage and had preferential treatment in terms of benefits and other aspects.

The Soul Reaper's missions generally have an extremely high mortality rate. According to historical records, the mortality rate is roughly 50/50. Every mission leaves them severely wounded, even if they don't die. Therefore, most mages who decide to join the Soul Reaper will travel in groups of three or five. Luo Xiu is an exception, but he is just that powerful, known as the most talented mentor in Comos.

"For the sake of our lives and property, we have no choice but to form an alliance with him, at least to get through the current difficulties."

Mo Bei rode his magic broom, darting through the streets and alleys.

The high-rise buildings gleamed, while cars sped by below, splashing up large amounts of murky water.

Mo Bei sped along the dark road, his goal clear: he crossed the town and disappeared into the dense forest.

"whoosh whoosh"

The massive tree trunk beside him blocked out the full moon in the sky, and the forest was filled with the roars of beasts and the chirping of birds in alarm.

Mo Bei moved with incredible speed, the base of his broom suddenly jerking up as he flew forward, skimming past the dense treetops.

Beneath their feet lay a dark forest, and above them, the bright moon shimmered.

As the flight continued, the ancient tree in front of us grew larger and thicker.

His destination was now very clear—the Enchanted Forest.