Chapter 23
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Listening to Cromwell's vicious scolding, Kevin felt like dying. He really wanted to jump up and give the fool two slaps, and ask him if he knew who he was scolding. That was the most powerful person in the Guild of Magic. Even Gerian had to smile obsequiously when he saw him. Now, someone was pointing at his nose and telling him to scram. Kevin felt like he was going crazy …
"It's over, it's over …" Kevin's heart pounded when he saw Lin Li still smiling.
The hall of the Guild of Magic seemed to have suddenly quietened down amidst Cromwell's scolding. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and their eyes fell on Cromwell at the same time.
Their expressions were full of sympathy and pity. The way they looked at Cromwell was as if they were looking at an idiot with a congenital disability.
Although Gerian hadn't said anything these few days, in their hearts, they had long equated Lin Li with the 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion.
It was too obvious. Gerian had just given him the greatest privilege in the Guild of Magic, and then the news of 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion spread. Even a blind man could see the relationship between them.
If there was anyone in the Guild of Magic that absolutely could not be provoked, it would undoubtedly be the young mage in the old robe in front of them.
Not to mention Cromwell, even Cromwell's father, Old Merlin, who was said to be no less accomplished in magic than Gerian, would definitely be dead if he were to provoke this young mage.
A person who could take 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion at one go wouldn't mind taking out another 30 bottles. Under this fatal temptation, who knew how many assassins were queuing up for you, and yet you were still clamoring. You really didn't know how to write the word 'death' …
Among all the people present, Cromwell was probably the only one who hadn't understood.
Cromwell had never been in such a good mood since returning from the Sunset Mountains. The resentment that had been accumulating for a long time suddenly burst out today. The resentment that had been bottled up in his chest finally had an outlet. Every word was extremely vicious and full of sarcasm. From the old mage robe on Lin Li to the fact that he couldn't even afford a magic staff, all the way to the fact that he didn't know his own identity and dared to participate in such an important conversation …
Awesome! Cromwell hadn't felt so good in a long time!
But feeling good was actually very strange. Just like that thing, when you felt extremely good, you would often have to shoot …
Cromwell was like that.
He was feeling great, but just as he was feeling extremely good, he suddenly saw Lin Li raise his right hand.
There were no unnecessary gestures or complicated incantations.
There was only a burst of violent magical fluctuations and a muffled boom.
Then, Cromwell felt as if he had been smashed in the face with a hammer. At that moment, Cromwell even felt as if his entire face had been smashed. It was an unparalleled force that suddenly surged into his face.
The force was so strong that Cromwell didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew more than ten meters away, and finally landed heavily on the steps of the door under everyone's gaze.
Cromwell only felt that his body was cold and wet, and his head was dizzy as if he had just been clipped by a door. His nose seemed to be broken, and a warm stream was flowing out of his nostrils, mixing with the water stains on his face. He didn't know whether it was blood or water …
He clearly saw that it was a pillar of water that sent him flying.
It felt extremely good. He was indeed going to shoot, but Cromwell was more unlucky. He was shot, and shot in the face …
The hall suddenly quieted down. The dozens of mages present, including Kevin, had studied magic for at least 20 years. With their eyesight, how could they not see that what Lin Li had just used was the level-two Waterfall Impact spell?
And the level-two Waterfall Impact spell was not scary. What was scary was the way Lin Li had used it.
There were no unnecessary gestures, no chanting.
With just a lift of his hand, he had easily released the Waterfall Impact spell. This was truly instantaneous!
Even a magic apprentice who had just started knew that it was not mental energy or magic power that limited a magician's combat power, but the time needed to prepare a spell. Complicated hand gestures and lengthy incantations made a magician in a battle as dangerous as walking on a tightrope. Most of the magicians in the world were studying the same thing — how to release a spell as quickly as possible.
And the best way to describe "fast" was undoubtedly instantaneous.
But it was too difficult …
Absolute control of mental strength, precise distribution of mana, and complete analysis of the elemental structure …
This had gone beyond the scope of knowledge and technology, and belonged to a completely different level.
Perhaps some mages above level-ten could rely on decades of accumulated experience and manage to instantaneously release two level-one or level-two spells, but for most mages, instantaneous release was just an unattainable dream.
But today, everyone saw a level-two spell explode in an instant.
And the one who used this level-two spell was a young mage who was not even 20 years old.
All of this was completely beyond their imagination …
"Evildoer, evildoer …" A white-bearded mage in the crowd looked sluggish.
His words completely represented the minds of everyone present. They could not think of any other word to describe this young mage other than "evildoer".
For a moment, the hall was shockingly quiet. Apart from the rapid breathing of the crowd, only Lin Li's light footsteps could be heard coming from the steps.
Lin Li still had a smile on his face, and even greeted Cromwell politely when he approached him. "Long time no see, Mage Cromwell."
"Long … Long time no see …" Cromwell shrank back subconsciously. Because of his injured nose, his intermittent voice still had a hint of nasal sound.
Although Lin Li had killed a Wyvern right in front of him back in the Sunset Mountains, he was still a Wyvern.
Cromwell had always felt that the abject mage's strength was not as good as his.
Killing the Wyvern was just luck. The icicle had pierced right into the Wyvern's wound. If not for that, he would have been torn to pieces by the Wyvern.
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