The Strongest Magician of Gods

Mo Bei was truly terrified. Battle Qi was another powerful force in the magical world, and humans who possessed this power were known as warriors.

Samurai cultivate battle qi, making them an extremely formidable group in the magical world. They cannot awaken magical physiques, but with their powerful willpower, they stubbornly cultivate another terrifying power. Undoubtedly, they are powerful, and that power is accompanied by terrible hardships from the very beginning of their cultivation.

But now, Mo Bei is fighting against such a guy, a powerful martial arts expert with magic. Undoubtedly, this person's path of cultivation is much more arduous than that of most people in the magic world.

"This guy is a tough one; we can't be careless."

Mo Bei lowered his voice, and his expression gradually became solemn. The mysterious man possessed two powers and had grand ambitions. Such people were often madmen, so he had to be careful.

His magical power suddenly surged, and the power of fire and lightning surged out from his thick meridians like fire snakes.

"Heh, this is truly troublesome. The improvement in my cultivation level has made the fire and lightning power within me extremely unstable, on the verge of collapse. My physical body's endurance was already at its limit, so I didn't plan to use my full strength in this battle. If I did, the consequences would be too severe; my body absolutely couldn't withstand the combined effect of the two types of magic power. But this battle concerns life and death; I am once again facing the danger of death."

Mo Bei muttered to himself, feeling utterly hopeless. Ever since arriving in the magical world, he had been constantly facing this awkward situation, which had never ceased.

"I just want to live a good life, but why is it so hard?"

Mo Bei was filled with grief, his throat choked with suppressed anger.

In the distance, a mysterious figure strode in, wielding a massive cross-shaped sword.

"Heh, how could a lowly reptile understand the thoughts of those great figures? Your magical physique is exceptionally strong, but the overflowing energy within it indicates that you cannot yet truly control such power. What a pity."

The mysterious figure stood tall, the cross-shaped sword in his hand flashing with a dazzling sword cry. This sword possessed a spirit and had an incredibly powerful origin. A samurai who possessed such a treasure must have terrifying strength.

"To die by my sword is no shame in your name. Come! Let me see just how powerful the instructors of Austin Magic Academy truly are." The mysterious man sneered with a playful glint in his eyes.

"boom"

A powerful storm swirled around Mo Bei's body, and in an instant, terrifying thunderclouds gathered above his head. The vast whirlwind gradually turned into a crimson blood color.

Mo Bei stood in a sea of ​​blood, his body covered in crimson. Crimson runes gradually appeared on his skin, the runes stiff and lifeless.

Within the crimson clouds, Mo Bei appeared as a tiny dot, surrounded by crimson cornfields. His body, having unleashed all his demonic power, was enveloped in pitch-black flames.

From afar, a small figure emitting black flames slowly emerged from the thick blood-red clouds.

"This kid is a monster! How did he cultivate to this level? What kind of power is that crimson magic? What kind of flame is that black fire? And his cultivation level—how could he possibly have reached such a level at his age? His acupoints are all bursting with flames; he's already mastered the Burning Acupoints technique. Terrifying! What terrifying magical talent! Is he even human?"

The mysterious man was astonished. He had never imagined that Mo Bei was so powerful. Analyzing his powerful aura, it was clear that his realm was infinitely close to that of a Grand Magician.

The cultivation of high-level mages is extremely long. Some people cannot pass the Heavenly Slash in their entire lives. Once they pass it, they become great mages who are revered by everyone. Too many high-level mages have fallen on this long road. But Mo Bei is different. The power he manifests at this moment shows that he has already gone very far on this road, but he is still so young.

The mysterious man felt a lingering fear, shocked by Mo Bei's magical talent. His own magical level was far inferior to Mo Bei's. If he had been born into a powerful family, his current strength would surely have shocked the entire continent.

"Hmph, I advise you to surrender. A warrior's power is hidden within his physical body; he cultivates physical strength. With your high-level mage cultivation, you have no chance of surviving against me," the mysterious man said with a sinister laugh.

Mo Bei's eyes gleamed with bloodlust. Upon hearing this, he moved and stepped forward, his crystal magic wand blazing with brilliant flames.

As Mo Bei walked step by step, the sky was filled with vast thunder, and thick silver lightning roared from the horizon.

"I've long since become indifferent to life and death, but I'm certain you don't have the strength to face me," Mo Bei said calmly.

"Swish"

A blur of motion, and the mysterious figure charged forward wielding a sword. His emerald green eyes held the power of illusion. He stomped his foot, his body leaping through the air, a gust of wind whipping up on either side, his disheveled hair flying through the air.

"Close combat?"

Mo Bei sneered, seeing through the mysterious man's plan at a glance. His magic boots flew, and he swayed and hovered in mid-air.

"Wow!"

As they sped along, Mo Bei flicked his magic wand, and a black fireball, condensed to its fullest extent, shot out from the wand.

The fireball, imbued with immense power, hurtled towards the mysterious figure.

"boom"

Sparks flew as the mysterious man parried with the blade of his cross-shaped sword, his body momentarily suspended in mid-air before being violently sent flying.

"The force was too great. This kid's magic control ability has already entered the realm of illusion and reality. The fireball is almost solidified into stone, goodness." The mysterious man was frightened.

The sword vibrated, making his hands numb. He took a deep breath; he had never encountered a mage like this among his peers.

"You're still alive? You're lucky. I'm no match for you in close combat, but you might not be my match in ranged combat."

Mo Bei sneered, his body slid and staggered, throwing out a series of exquisitely refined fireballs.

"Bang bang bang bang"

Fireballs, condensed like stones, shot towards them. The mysterious personality blocked them, leaping and dodging. The two circled around Austin Magic Academy, deflecting fireball after fireball with the sword, which whizzed through the air.

"snort"

The mysterious man gradually gained control of the rhythm, brandishing his cross-shaped sword and charging forward, its blade flashing with terrifying light.

The cross-shaped sword came flying, and Mo Bei dodged forward, only an inch away, when he was about to be struck by the sword.

"Wow!"

The magic wand flickered with fire and lightning, and a beam of light accompanied by the power of fire and lightning burst forth.

"Dance of Fire"

Mo Bei shouted, and as the cross-shaped sword approached his face, he leaped forward, his magic wand aimed at the sword, and a pillar of fire, imbued with the power of fire and lightning, wrapped around the sword.

"What."

The mysterious man was shocked. The fire pillar was just a common intermediate-level spell, but when Mo Bei cast it, it transformed into a different form, like vines, and the attack pattern also subtly changed.

"The art of fencing"

In a moment of danger, the mysterious man suddenly raised the entangled cross sword, channeling powerful battle qi into the blade and unleashing the full force of five layers of internal energy.

Swordsmanship is a powerful martial art among samurai, containing ten layers of internal energy. Legend has it that a powerful samurai used swordsmanship with ten layers of internal energy and split a mountain that was ten thousand feet tall.

The mysterious person was also quite formidable, having actually cultivated such a martial arts manual of fighting spirit to the fifth level of internal strength.

Waves of internal energy rippled through the sword.

"Splash!"

The pillar of fire was shattered in an instant, and the powerful internal energy increased the power of the cross sword several times over, with sword energies slicing through Mo Bei's body.

"Pfft pfft"

The sword energy pierced through Mo Bei's skin and reached the ancient tree, causing it to explode and be sliced ​​into several pieces by the sword.

It's too late.

Mo Bei coughed up blood; sword marks on his magic robe cut through his skin, from which a thin layer of blood flowed out.

He endured the pain, his vision obscured by the sword energy.

"Swish"

Mo Bei withstood the attack head-on, and with a flick of his magic wand, a wall of fire, seven or eight zhang thick and one zhang wide, appeared in front of him.

Mo Bei unleashed his magic power, and facing the dense sword energy, he swung his magic wand, forcefully pushing the seven or eight zhang thick wall of fire outwards.

The sword energy folded within, and to the astonishment of the mysterious man, the earthen wall slammed into him.

"Boom"

The mysterious man was sent flying by the thick wall of fire. At this moment, the earthen wall, which was seven or eight zhang thick, crumbled layer by layer, showing how enormous the force was.

"cough cough"

The mysterious man coughed up blood, his body trembling uncontrollably, and lay sprawled on the ground.

"Swish swish swish"

The sound of air being torn apart echoed through the air, clearly indicating that the battle had already alerted the instructors at Austin Magic Academy.

"Damn it!" the mysterious man cursed, his eyes filled with rage as he looked at Mo Bei, who was coughing up blood in mid-air.

"Consider yourself lucky," the mysterious man said in a low voice.

He resentfully peered behind him at the sound of something cutting through the air, then leaped out of the magic front yard and disappeared into the ancient forest.

The great battle was over, and Mo Bei's body was bleeding profusely, his internal magic power gradually becoming unstable.

"The power of fire and thunder has already erupted, and it will undoubtedly be difficult to fuse with such power again. But thankfully, I'm still alive."

Mo Bei glanced at the sound of something tearing through the air ahead. He swayed and staggered as he rushed into the ancient forest behind him, clearly unable to control the power of fire and lightning anymore.

Fusion would inevitably be dangerous, and he certainly didn't want to encounter the magic academy's instructors at such a critical moment.

With a whoosh, Mo Bei flew erratically into the forest.

In the front courtyard of the magic academy, figures appeared riding magical brooms.

"Who is fighting here?"

The many magic instructors were discussing among themselves, but Eiffel appeared to be deep in thought.