Full-time Creation Master

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As the horn of charge sounded again, the remaining 25 headless knights of warrior level formed three teams and once again began to annihilate Mo Fan, whose speed had obviously decreased!

While dodging the attacks, Mo Fan secretly checked his magical power and injuries.

He felt his magic power dwindling, like a river about to dry up.

That's true, even four elemental systems wouldn't be enough against hundreds of undead creatures!

The wounds on my body were also throbbing with pain, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating agony.

In addition, the obvious black swelling and white skin at the wound site indicate cadaveric poison!

It shouldn't be the poison from those slave-level skeleton monsters, after all, my own second-tier warrior, the half-dragon, is extremely immune to first-tier poisons!

That is!

Those damned undead archers (servant-level undead regulars) have their arrows coated with (second-tier) poison!

"No, this can't go on. We have to find a way to force Qiu Zhibai to make a move."

But Mo Fan knew in his heart that Qiu Zhibai was an old turtle!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have never been outside the "circle" formed by the undead!

"Should we use some outsider tactics?"

"How about we try using polite language?"

So, Mo Fan, who had been a hoodlum for two and a half lifetimes, spoke up again and started spewing trash talk.

Moreover, the more they talked, the more outrageous it became, escalating into personal attacks.

"Qiu Zhibai, you're a coward! If you're so tough, stop hiding behind those bones and come out to fight me one-on-one!"

"You coward, come out!"

"I suspect you might be a skeleton too!"

"Or perhaps your parents were skeletons too, and they gave birth to you, a silent skeleton..."

"........."

As he spoke, Mo Fan continued to dodge the headless knight's attacks.

His smirk grew even more pronounced, clearly a deliberate attempt to provoke Qiu Zhibai.

As Qiu Zhibai listened to Mo Fan's words, his face gradually darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his originally calm eyes.

"Shameless!"

On the surface, it seemed that he had broken through his defenses, but Qiu Zhibai knew in his heart that this was Mo Fan's provocation.

calm down!

"Mo Fan, you've changed my opinion of you once again!"

"You should be grateful this is a competition!"

"Get ready to leave lying down!"

Qiu Zhibai took a deep breath, his gaze sharp and filled with coldness!

In addition to summoning 25 more headless knights and some shield soldiers to fill the formation!

Dark magic surged within him, preparing to personally deliver a fatal blow to Mo Fan.

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Seeing this, the audience commented, "Mo Fan's words are so hurtful, but Qiu Zhibai seems to be really enraged."

"Yeah! Although Mo Fan is quite good at fighting, it's a pity he has such a mouth!"

To be fair, under normal circumstances, it takes a small team of 4 or 5 mages of different elements to defeat a demon of the same level. After Qiu Zhibai summoned a small undead tomb (similar to a demon's lair), he thought the battle would be one-sided!

They encountered Mo Fan, a thunder and fire dragon, but were stopped.

Mo Fan almost single-handedly wiped out most of the undead in the Undead Tomb (although it was obvious that Qiu Zhibai did not go all out)!

However, Mo Fan, a mage born with dual elemental abilities and unparalleled close combat skills, has successfully been ranked in the top tier in everyone's hearts!

Their appearances are completely different!

But, when (the scoundrel) Mo Fan expertly greeted (the pretty boy) Qiu Zhibai's entire family.........

"Look, Qiu Zhibai's hair is on fire!"

Another 25 headless knights were summoned; the previous reinforcements were all just regular minions!

Combined with 200 swordsmen and shieldmen,

"200 skeleton archers! Mo Fan is in luck!"

"I wonder if Qiu Zhibai will fall for it. This fight is getting more and more interesting."

.........

"Knights, charge!"

"Skeleton archers, heed my command, fire!"

Instantly, the ground began to tremble, and the 50 skeleton archers facing Mo Fan had eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets as they stared intently at him!

The presence of a living person!

eager.......

He held a bone bow, which was wrapped with black demonic threads.

The bone arrow was nocked, and the arrow itself was also covered with runes.

The accompanying venom exudes a dangerous aura.

The skeleton archers' skeletons were slender and fragile, yet they were supported by a mysterious force, allowing them to stand firmly on the ground.

Their arms, though withered and dry, could easily draw open huge bone bows.

Each bone bow emitted a faint black light, as if telling the story of its extraordinary nature.

At the same time, a steady stream of slave-level skeleton warriors poured out from all directions.

As cannon fodder, they dutifully launched their attack, surging towards Mo Fan like a tidal wave, their sheer numbers sending chills down one's spine.

The skeleton warriors' bodies were pieced together from scattered bones, making a "crackling" sound as they moved, like a death symphony. The undead cavalry charged again, their hooves thundering, their momentum overwhelming.

For a time, the dueling arena became the domain of the undead.

Mo Fan seemed to be trapped in a desperate situation, surrounded by a dense swarm of undead, with no way to retreat.

Mo Fan looked at the overwhelming number of undead, but felt no fear whatsoever.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and had only one thought in his mind: "I've gone too far!"

Ignoring his injuries, he desperately unleashed low-level and mid-level lightning and fire magic.

Ignoring his injuries, he desperately unleashed low-level and mid-level lightning and fire magic.

He can conjure up fire-breathing techniques, fierce fists, thunderbolts, and lightning seals with ease!

What used to take three seconds to condense and release has been reduced to a mere one second in a single battle!

As the most skilled in Fire-Scorching and Thunder-Mark, Python Mark has reached the level of Star Track in a single thought!

Lightning magic, like purple lightning, flickered continuously among the undead.

Each bolt of lightning strikes several undead, shattering them into pieces.

Where the lightning struck, the air was filled with the smell of burning, and the bones of the dead instantly turned to dust in the lightning.

The fire elemental flames roared like a raging inferno, engulfing the surrounding undead, whose screams echoed from within the inferno.

Fireballs streaked through the undead like meteors, each explosion kicking up a cloud of dust and scattering the surrounding undead.

The already limited magical artifacts were damaged one by one during the fierce battle.

Even the strongest shield magic tool has completely cracked, and hundreds of thousands of soul-level magic tools are completely destroyed!

The demon-slaying tool, which cost millions and was purchased at a high price, has already developed cracks.

But he still held on tightly; it was his last support and hope.

The corpse poison has entered the body and has already infiltrated the lungs and internal organs!

"This feeling...it's awful, I feel like nothing's right with my whole body..."

Mo Fan felt his body growing weaker and weaker, and his vision began to blur.

But his gaze remained firm, like a burning torch, burning with the stubbornness that Mo Fan had persisted in for more than a decade.

At this moment, the audience, who were already completely shocked, were once again moved by Mo Fan's spirit of never backing down.

Or perhaps it's due to the protagonist's halo!

My opinion of him has changed again.

"Although Mo Fan looks like a scoundrel, his fighting spirit is truly admirable."

"Yes, but his condition isn't good right now. He's probably not far from falling into a coma, so it'll be difficult to turn the tide of the battle."

"........."