The Strongest Magician of Gods

"boom"

As the blade flashed, flames filled the sky. The power of the black flames was too strong, reaching its limit. In an instant, the black flames covered the entire blade.

With a powerful cleaving motion, the blade swept down, shattering boulders into pieces that scattered into the air.

"whoosh whoosh"

Countless things that were about to collapse into the air and then roll back down, the violent energy pressing down.

The giant vines were also snapped by the blade energy contained within them, falling to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"what"

The fat monk gasped. With the power of his great mage, most high-level mages would be helpless against his supernatural abilities, but Mo Bei's methods were beyond his expectations.

"Not bad. It's clear that this guy has put a lot of effort into his training over the past few years. Looks like I need to get a little more serious."

The fat monk looked solemn, but was secretly excited.

"Wow"

He leaped into the air, and in a flash, he was right in front of Mo Bei.

Despite his enormous size, his speed was like that of a ghost. Mo Bei's eyes gleamed with a shrewd light. He pointed his magic wand and cast the intermediate-level spell, Flight, on himself, before dodging the attack.

The two stared at each other, Mo Bei's face showing a cold smile, his magic wand gleaming with an extreme light.

Seeing Mo Bei laugh, the fat monk was startled and knew something was wrong.

"chi"

Mo Bei pointed his magic wand into the air, and eight pillars of fire shot up from the foundation, swirling around in the sky.

The fat monk's eyes flickered, and his plump body swayed.

"Squeak squeak squeak"

Eight pillars of fire intertwined, twisting into a spiral shape, and with a loud boom, they wrapped around the fat monk's body.

"Hmm, the nature of the fire pillar has changed. What powerful magic."

The fat monk was pleased. This one spell alone surpassed most high-level mages, which meant that Mo Bei's stance was already that of a top expert among high-level mages, and ordinary mages would not be a match for him.

"No wonder Zhuge Yu took a liking to this guy," the fat monk thought to himself.

"not bad."

The fat monk gave a lazy evaluation, his eyes fixed on them.

"It's shameless to talk big."

Mo Bei said coldly, his body suddenly descending from mid-air to the ground. His feet slipped, and he swung his magic wand in front of him, sending more than a dozen black fireballs hurtling through the air.

"Oh! You have a backup plan. Your methods are quite swift, but it's far from enough to deal with me."

The fat monk whispered, his playful face turning solemn.

"Crunch crunch"

A series of cracking sounds came from his chubby body.

As these sounds rang out, the fat monk rapidly withered away.

Mo Bei was shocked by this move, watching as the fat monk suddenly slimmed down and slid down through the gaps between the eight pillars of fire.

Mo Bei trembled with fear. This was the legendary collarbone technique! Could it be within the scope of physical martial arts? It was simply too unbelievable.

Only then did he realize that from the moment he started fighting the fat monk until now, he hadn't managed to hurt the fat monk in the slightest. Thinking this, he became even more terrified.

"Hehe, little guy, you've had enough fun, now it's my turn to make a move."

The fat monk regained his figure, clenched his fists, and walked towards Mo Bei with a bared grin.

"What a monster, let's try again."

Mo Bei became serious, his magic wand trembling. With a flick of his finger, the energy in the space suddenly became sharp, and the temperature of the surrounding space suddenly rose to its extreme, but no fire appeared in the surrounding area.

The space fluctuated, and the fat monk vaguely felt his blood surging for no reason.

That would be terrifying. Blood and flesh are the most vulnerable parts of a mage. If a mage cannot even control their body and bloodline, the consequences would be dire.

"what"

The fat monk paused for a moment, then thought for a second and understood what was going on.

"It's the fluctuation of the Blazing Inferno Technique," he exclaimed.

"What a terrifying kid! Could it be that this guy has even mastered the Blazing Inferno Technique to an extremely high level?!"

At this moment, the fat monk could not believe it. The Blazing Inferno Technique was one of the most prized high-level spells he had collected over the years. This high-level spell was extremely powerful, and most importantly, as the spell advanced, its form would undergo four astonishing changes.

Judging from Mo Bei's current methods, it seems that he has already reached the level of change.

"This guy's talent for cultivation is already so strong! How is that possible? This kind of transformation is so difficult to master that, apart from the extraordinary person who created this magic, everyone else who cultivates it is accompanied by some ominous sign and without exception, they all explode and die."

The fat monk trembled slightly. He had collected this high-level magic book, so he naturally knew how powerful it was.

Each of the four transformations contains a terrifying magical power. Legend has it that the owner of this magic book once used the fourth form, the Blazing Inferno Technique, to kill a great magician.

This is a great mage! In the magical world, there is a huge gap between each level of mage, and mages at the same level are generally divided into different grades. Let alone fighting across levels, it is basically impossible. But this magic book has such power.

"This is ridiculous! He's already reached the level of transformation, and he still won't tell me what other secrets this kid is hiding!"

The fat monk sighed, and the magic power within his body instantly boiled out from the source of magic.

That was terrifying. All the acupoints on his body were surging with radiant light, and streaks of crimson light emanated from his pores. His blood was flowing backward through his meridians, and deep, dark lines were gradually appearing on his skin.

"We can't let this kid underestimate us. If we can't suppress him, how will I ever get by in the future?" the fat monk sneered.

"boom"

Mo Bei's body was emanating magical power, and with a slight tap of his magic wand, it seemed to be connected to a powerful energy.

As this energy surged, the fat monk's heart pounded violently, and his reversed blood flow almost became unstable.

"What terrifying magic."

The fat monk was startled. The pounding of the heart gave him a terrifying sense of crisis. It was a kind of divine power. A magic that could make even a great magician sense danger meant that the magic had reached an extremely high and abnormal level of power.

"High-level magic - Blazing Inferno Technique".

Mo Bei lifted himself a few inches off the ground and unleashed his high-level magic.

"boom"

The fat monk reacted instantly, his body swaying as he unleashed tremendous force, causing the air to explode with a thunderous roar.

His body emitted a dazzling light, and in less than a breath, he suddenly darted across, delivering a sweeping kick aimed directly at Mo Bei's face.

"rumble"

Mo Bei's entire body flew out, crashing into a pile of boulders, and flew more than ten meters sideways before landing upside down on the ground amidst the rubble.