Reincarnation Band Magician

After an in-depth analysis of the demons' views on strength and weakness, and the arrogance behind Mahat's development of the magic of turning everything into gold, Qing had a reference point and his imagination was enhanced.

There was no need to imagine the monster's claws, scales, and hair; one could freeze them before their sight caught them.

Now try to imagine teeth, eyeballs, and bones.

The books he had read from Solitaire helped him to reduce the intensity of his imagination.

The "ultimate" he envisioned was to break away from the material level, imagine them as flowing and unflowing magic, and then turn them all into crystal.

Whether it is imagination or magic, there is still a long way to go to reach that goal.

Maybe as long as this trip.

……

Miss Toyokawa would occasionally ask Mahat for advice.

People are indeed deceived by appearances, but after spending time together for a long time, at least their superficial vigilance is lowered.

In theory, Mahat is slightly weaker than Freellian, but it is hard to say in a fight. Even if Freellian is immune to gold transformation, it is hard to say whether he has a chance of winning.

Moreover, as a demon, the fighting will be more realistic, and it can also enhance the understanding of the demon's thinking and tactics, making it a good sparring partner for actual combat.

Under the instruction of these two teachers—although neither would admit it—Shoko felt as if he had returned to the time when he first came into contact with magic, and could feel himself making progress every day.

Originally, Freellian was planning to start more rigorous training after returning from her trip, but plans couldn't keep up with changes, so she started.

"Then I'm going to study crystal magic with Qing. Xiang, be careful."

During the break after lunch, Fulilian rubbed her stomach and walked towards Qing, and reminded Xiangzi and Mahat not to fight too seriously.

It had to be kept to the level of "sparring". If a real fight broke out, and if Mahat was forced to stop, he would use his strongest magic...

"Xiang, you must remember this, otherwise half of the box will have to be vacated to accommodate you, and we will have no food to eat."

"Lord Frilian——"

The elf trotted off.

……

There was no one else within the range of perception, so Mahat lifted the illusion magic, his purple-red hair swung, and his oppressive dark green military uniform and blue coat fluttered.

He also became a little more serious.

Mahat had observed during this time that Xiangzi had mastered the current version of Guval's killing magic, and had applied changes from the previous demon-killing magic.

Although that change seemed redundant compared to the structure of the killing magic, it resulted in increased consumption and a lower power limit.

However, the lethality is unquestionable, because killing humans and demons sometimes does not require too much strength.

Not all demons are Solitiel, and if their stats are not high enough, they cannot break through the defense.

To deal with her, Xiangzi has to constantly compress his magic to have a chance of success, but Mahat can't do that. Maybe he spent more time honing his magic rather than magic power, and he doesn't have such an exaggerated magic density to deflect magic.

Generally speaking, to deal with such an opponent specialized in exaggerated output, Mahat would directly use golden magic.

But it is not available now.

If he wants to experience the fun of fighting, he will turn the surrounding environment into gold, manipulate the debris to form a shield, and use the indestructible properties of magical gold to resist physical attacks.

But it is not available now.

Because after turning into gold, he cannot recover, and leaving traces may attract some humans to track him, which will cause trouble.

There are always some humans who fail to see the disparity in strength and harbor some ridiculous speculations about his magic.

In short, he will only use this blue coat in this battle.

That's probably enough.

"Are you ready, Xiangzi?"

"Well, let me do it—let's get started."

Xiangzi picked up her beloved black umbrella.

Dark and pale beams of light swept across the forest.

Golden Journey: 173, Burnout

"It's started over there, Qing, do you think Xiang can hurt Mahat?"

"No way."

"Isn't it okay to just playfully spar?"

Qing made a positive judgment, "Precisely because it is a 'sparring match', so no, Mahat will take it very seriously. This is his dignity and face. Simply put, adults don't want to lose face in front of children."

If it was him, there was some hope. Xiangzi was not very familiar with Mahat.

Strangers always act arrogantly when they get along with each other.

However, if it were a real life-and-death fight, Mahat's level of concern would actually decrease.

Because of the obvious difference in strength, there is no need to maintain composure in front of a dying person. No matter if the clothes are torn, bleeding or minor injuries are sustained, do you need to care about these if the opponent is dead?

Most of the time, he does have the right to be proud, because the magic of turning everything into gold is so powerful.

Adults and children...

Fulilian shook her head and stood up from Qing's arms.

"Hair, how does it feel?"

"I don't feel anything. I still can't determine it's magic."

Qing followed her line of sight and stroked her hair, which was tied into a single ponytail. She could see a strand of golden hair hanging down.

It looked like highlights, but it was actually Mahat's golden magic. Qing asked for it on his own initiative, trying to sense this magic and let his body remember it.

But it seems that it cannot be done in a short time.

"That's to be expected. Don't neglect your observation. Okay, let's get started here."

It’s not good for your health to exercise right after a meal, so I sat for a while, and now I’m okay.

"it is good."

Qing and Fulilian distanced themselves slightly.

The elf summoned his wand, “Your magic is more controllable than Mahat’s, so you can take this duel a little more seriously.

"Generally speaking, a good magician will keep the distance within this range."

She gestured, and at this moment, the two of them were probably more than ten meters apart.

"For me, the maximum distance is three meters. For ordinary magicians, more than ten meters is safer.

"As a warrior, I'm already qualified now. If they get any closer, I'll have to use some uncontrollable magic to counter it, which will easily cause me to get hurt. There's no point in training then."

"very dangerous?"

"Hmm, this is my most valuable possession. I haven't used it in a while. Do you want to try it out?"

Fulilian's mood perked up a little.

Magic is one of her favorite things. Although pure lethality is not what she pursues, it is undoubtedly a display of technology.

[Like me showing off my perfect test scores to my mom.]

Looking at those expectant green eyes, Qing couldn't help but have such a rude association.

"Well, Flillian—"

Qing saw that the green eyes reflected his figure.

Without any warning, he flew backwards and broke several trees.

When the leaves fell, the soldier stood up, holding the trunk and brushed off the dust.

"Lord Fulilian..."

"How was it? Are you scared?" Fulilian didn't move closer, and said proudly, "I saw Qing's little trick."

Qing used his magic to restore his clothes, and there was no damage inside because he had blocked it with crystal beforehand, which also showed Fulilian's control.

"I was really shocked. Does this kind of magic actually exist?"

There was no warning, just a glance. For an ordinary magician, this was enough to make him lose his ability to move. It could be said to be an instant kill, and this might not even be the maximum output.

A true hero kills with his eyes?

Just now, he felt that Fulilian's eyes were different from those in normal communication, as if she was distracted and thinking, so he began to prepare for defense.

It seems that Fulilian calculated it first and arrived first.

awesome.

"Mmm, keep it a secret."

Although this trick is a bit rigid, it can sometimes be very effective and is Fulilian's favorite magic.

Tidy up, control your distance, and start again.

"Qing, let me teach you how to fight a regular magician. It's not enough to just deal with demons."

Flillian raised her wand with great vigor.

After mending his clothes, he adjusted his expression and asked, "Who says start?"

"Come on, Qing."

"Okay, let's start!"

He went straight towards the elf.

How can it be so radical?

While paying attention to the output of magic power to prevent her clothes and hair from being crystallized, Fulilian was also trying to figure out the tactics.

You underestimate me.

Even if it was a battle she knew nothing about, with her combat experience and knowledge, she would be able to find a way to deal with it in a short time, not to mention now that she had information.

[Let's use regular restriction magic first, like this...]

"Ok?"

A surprised sound was made.

This is a mistake that would not be made in normal combat.

Qing is already here.

"I slacked off."

Fulilian sat down dejectedly, admitted defeat directly, and reflected on her own mistakes.

Because her wand was crystallized, she didn't know when.

Qing stopped and raised his hand to poke her face, "I thought it was a trap... Fulilian, are you too lax?"

During battle, there must be magic power in the wand, ready to construct spells at any time. Even the most experienced magician will not be careless, just like bullets must be in the magazine.

In some places with unique customs, for example, I heard that in some places, when a dispute occurs, they will not pre-load magic power, walk out with their backs to each other, and then release magic after the countdown.

Like a Western duel.

Fulilian obviously shouldn't have that habit of preparing to construct magic at the last minute. It was simply laxity and arrogance.

Qingdu was prepared to continue crystallizing to delay the situation, but it was not used.

Too easy.

"Sure."

＜('? ?`)＞

It's been a long time since I saw Fulilian's helpless expression. That was the expression she would show when she realized that she had not done something she should have done or did not want to do it.

The relationship seems to have changed quietly recently. She can easily refuse to do things she doesn't want to do, and she won't be criticized if she doesn't do it well.

"I thought about it carefully..."

As Fulilian began to speak, Qing thought she was about to reflect on herself, so he began to think of ways to comfort her.