The Strongest Magician of Gods

"cough cough"

Mo Bei coughed violently. The fat monk kicked him so hard that he saw stars. If he hadn't been conscious, he would have passed out.

That kick was so fast it was almost chaotic; Mo Bei couldn't see what kind of attack it was at all, and couldn't even discern its normal arc.

The fat monk's face went numb. If Mo Bei hadn't been practicing the Blazing Fire Technique for so long and hadn't yet grasped the true essence of this high-level magic, he would have been dead in that one blow. He died before he could even unleash his full power. It was too reckless.

"Cough cough."

Mo Bei touched his forehead, which was throbbing with pain and quickly became red and swollen.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much! What kind of magic did you use? Your legs are as hard as rocks."

Mo Bei sat cross-legged on the ground, rubbing his forehead back and forth. His messy hair was covered with withered yellow bamboo leaves, and he cried out in pain.

"Hehe! You still have a lot to learn. What I can't even use is just one of the basic laws, and you can't handle it."

The fat monk took out a gourd from his waist and took a sip of strong, fragrant wine.

In fact, what he said was true. With his level of great magician, if he were to use his full strength, Mo Bei wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few moves before being killed.

However, if Mo Bei mastered the variations of the third type of Blazing Fire Technique and disrupted his energy, preventing him from unleashing his full power, he could fight him to a standstill. Of course, this is an unrealistic scenario.

"Little guy, you've cultivated to this level and only now you're telling me? Aren't you afraid you might accidentally kill yourself during the cultivation process?!"

The fat monk came over, reached out his chubby hand to help Mo Bei up, and then said something.

"And you've already come a long way on the path of a high-level mage. After opening the six divine acupoints, have you awakened your own divine abilities?"

The fat monk looked eager and expectant.

Mo Bei stood up, patted his dusty magic robe, and pondered for a while after hearing the fat monk's question and answer.

“Just look at the space between my eyebrows and you’ll know,” Mo Bei said.

Strangely enough, the vertical eye between his eyebrows was always beyond his control, and that terrifying feeling persisted. Also, the iron chain covered with runes was extremely mysterious, and he had no idea what it was.

"Oh! So you've awakened some kind of spiritual power!"

The fat monk squinted and walked up to Mo Bei, staring intently at Mo Bei's brow, examining him closely.

Strangely, no matter how the fat monk investigated, Mo Bei's brow remained empty, and it didn't seem like he had awakened any spiritual power.

"If a magician awakens mental power, there will be a strong mental fluctuation between his eyebrows. Are you sure you have awakened mental power?" the fat monk asked after examining him.

Mo Bei was stunned. He couldn't see it? My vertical eye is clearly right between my eyebrows! How come you didn't feel it?

"No way! This eye is so strange, how did Mu Tianxuan see it? Could it be one of her peculiar eyes?"

Mo Bei muttered to himself, "If this is the case, then I have even less intention of telling the fat monk. Even he doesn't know about the secret of the vertical eye, so he dares not say it out loud."

"I don't know what kind of divine power I've awakened, but I feel like my physique has changed a lot. Maybe there's a deity planted between my eyebrows!" Mo Bei laughed.

"Get lost, you're talking nonsense with a straight face. If you don't want to talk, fine, I can't be bothered with you." Fatty was annoyed.

Mo Bei was filled with doubt. He had never known from the depths of his memory when the fat monk had taken him in. It was a vague memory that appeared in his childhood, as if it had been deliberately erased.

"Alright, if I don't teach you some of the wonderful uses of the techniques now that you have your current strength, we'll probably see each other even less often in the future. You little rascal!"

The fat monk whispered something, and his plump body swayed as he walked to the center of the arena.

"Oh! What a pleasant surprise!" Mo Bei said.

He followed behind the fat monk, looking him over from behind, and suddenly realized that the fat monk had always had a gentle aura over the years. It was as if a great magician had always been by his side, taking care of him and teaching him magic, as if he had never been wary of him.

It all seemed like a mystery: a strange fat man and a mysterious young man, their connection seemed to be innate.

"The fundamental techniques a great mage cultivates are all for combat. Battles in the magical world are brutal. When you come into contact with this method, it means you are a true magical warrior. Even if you encounter any crisis in the future, you will not back down. A warrior can only live standing up and never be discouraged. From endless death, you must seize a moment of life. If you seize it, you live; if you don't, you die, without complaint. You will understand later. So, to train your survival skills, start with hidden weapons!" the fat monk said.

"hidden weapon?"

Mo Bei was puzzled. The hidden weapon sounded more like an assassin hiding in the dark, carrying out assassinations in his home field, and eliminating the enemy before they even realized the danger.

Such a basic law is entirely for the purpose of a sneak attack, which is a despicable act. Mo Bei dislikes this kind of underhanded tactic.

"That's right, don't underestimate the art of hidden weapons. Among the endless weapon techniques, hidden weapons have always been in the top three. This technique is a fundamental law that countless magicians want to learn. Thinking about it this way, you've really gained a great advantage."

The fat monk continued talking to himself, his eyes filled with smugness.

"cut"

But Mo Bei scoffed at it, saying that such a method was too limited. Did he intend to hide in the darkness forever?

The fat monk was taken aback. He detected a sense of contempt in Mo Bei's voice, which infuriated him.

"Hmph! That's too ambitious."

The fat monk knew Mo Bei's temperament well; he was always arrogant and looked down on even such a method, which made him angry.

"The art of hidden weapons has been passed down for a long time. It is more flexible in combat, more powerful in frontal attacks, and its destructive power is terrifying. If you can master it, basically three or five mages of the same level will not be able to harm you."

Before anyone knew it, the fat monk arrived at the scene with a flushed face, and in his hand he was holding a sword-shaped hidden weapon, about an inch long.

"Whoosh!"

The fat monk flicked the hidden weapon between his fingers, and the sword-shaped weapon flew away in an arc, forming a semi-circle.

"What? This is a hidden weapon technique?"

The hidden weapon flew horizontally in a semi-circle, and Mo Bei realized that it was not quite the hidden weapon technique he had imagined.

Instead, it resembles the weapon techniques from some anime from my past life.

A hidden weapon streaked through the air, leaving afterimages. At that moment, another sword-shaped hidden weapon appeared in the fat monk's hand. He flicked it again, and the hidden weapon pierced the air with even greater force. The hidden weapon drew a semi-circular arc from the other side, and the two hidden weapons intertwined, instantly colliding and sparking.

Bang!

The second projectile was launched with such force that it vanished in a flash, directly shattering the first projectile. A spark flew as the first projectile fell to the ground, while the second projectile swiftly shot through the air.

"How is that possible? The accuracy is so extreme. This method is practically foolproof." Mo Bei exclaimed in amazement.

He thought it was over, but little did he know that something even more amazing was yet to come.

As the second hidden weapon flew through the air, the fat monk immediately pulled out a third hidden weapon, this time throwing it with even greater force than the second one.

Upon contact, the second hidden weapon was deflected by the third and embedded upside down in the boulder. Mo Bei was shocked; the hardness of the stone was easily cut by the hidden weapon, while the third hidden weapon remained unaffected and pierced through the air.

At this moment, Mo Bei realized the fat monk's strength. With such a hidden weapon technique in hand, who could be his opponent? Even Zhuge Yu, who had comprehended some of the laws of time and space, would likely be no match for the fat monk if he were not careful.

The fat monk watched calmly as he flicked his fourth hidden weapon into the air, leaving a series of afterimages. With a clang, the third hidden weapon was sent flying. Then he flicked out a fifth hidden weapon, followed by the fourth weapon hitting the ground, and then the sixth... the seventh... the eighth.

Mo Bei was terrified; it was too terrifying. One after another, the hidden weapons were waved in front of him, each one extremely accurate.

There were fifteen hidden weapons in total, and each one would knock down the previous one.

Fourteen sword-shaped hidden weapons were scattered on the foundation, with only one weapon stuck upside down in a thick bamboo pole.

Mo Bei watched this move with bated breath, swallowing hard, a chilling silence settling over him.