Then, the Draconic Beastman turned to face Mark, showing his trademark expression of taking pleasure in his misfortune.
'Damnit, in order to avoid Lord Xiuban's misfortune, I can only make you suffer …
'Don't blame Lord Xiuban …
'Who told you to provoke Lord Merlin for no reason? Provoking such a savage person, you are truly tired of living …'
"With just you?"
Unfortunately, Mark didn't know what the Draconic Beastman was thinking. Being stared at by a Beastman, especially that baffling gaze, made him feel very uncomfortable.
But he soon stopped caring about those gazes, because a first-rate Expert Swordsman simply wasn't worth his attention.
Let alone a first-rate Expert Swordsman, even some newly advanced Sword Saints weren't worth his attention.
To him, he could crush all of them at will …
He suddenly felt that Mafa Merlin was truly interesting. He actually sent a first-rate Expert Swordsman to deal with him.
Although a first-rate Expert Swordsman wasn't weak, it was nothing in Mark's eyes.
"What's wrong …" Xiuban was also looking at Mark with a baffled expression.
"You seem to be a Raging Flame Beastman that was captured by Mafa Merlin and then chose to follow Mafa Merlin?" Mark sneered. "I advise you to immediately leave Mafa Merlin. He isn't worth following. Didn't you see that he sent you to deal with me? He clearly wants to kill you. It would be better for you to follow me. That way, I can help you become a Sword Saint …"
In his eyes, it was a pity for such a powerful Raging Flame Beastman to follow Mafa Merlin.
Look at how Mafa Merlin treated this Raging Flame Beastman. He was tortured to the point that he didn't look like a Beastman. If Mark hadn't looked at him carefully, he wouldn't have thought that this was a Raging Flame Beastman.
If this Raging Flame Beastman chose to follow him, it wouldn't take long for him to become a Sword Saint. Moreover, his future path would be even further and he might even reach the High Rank.
It was a waste for such a talented Raging Flame Beastman to follow Mafa Merlin.
"No no no, Sir Merlin is very good to me, how could he harm me …" The Draconic Beastman was suddenly startled, he paled and waved his hands.
Even if Sir Merlin wanted to kill Xiuban, Xiuban wouldn't dare to resist, because he would definitely die prematurely if he did.
Damn it, I still chose to follow you …
'Are you trying to kill Lord Xiuban by saying such words?'
If Lord Xiuban had such thoughts, he would be immediately noticed by Merlin, who had a soul contract with him, and Lord Xiuban would definitely die a miserable death.
Fortunately, fortunately, Lord Xiuban's willpower was firm.
Unknowingly, Xiuban already hated Mark Watson.
Mark Watson naturally didn't know what the Draconic Beastman was thinking. He was still feeling regretful. It looked like he had no choice but to kill this talented Raging Flame Beastman today. He couldn't help sighing. "Forget it …"
"…"
The Draconic Beastman didn't have time to pay attention to Mark Watson. He had clearly heard Merlin's warning. If he couldn't make this white-robed mage suffer, then he would be the one to suffer. Thinking of this, Xiuban suddenly felt cold sweat trickling down his back. 'That damned Syudos, Lord Xiuban will extinguish you sooner or later.'
"Roar …"
As the Draconic Beastman let out a low roar, his red skin instantly turned dark red, as if he was wrapped in flames, emitting a blazing aura. He tightly grasped Carnage and suddenly swung it at Mark Watson.
Mark Watson inwardly shook his head. He had truly overestimated this Raging Flame Beastman. It now looked like he only knew how to use brute force to win. He didn't care about martial skills or techniques, a simple-minded Raging Flame Beastman. Even if he became a Sword Saint, it wouldn't be of much use.
After thinking about it, Mark tightened his grip on the magic staff in his hand. Suddenly, a shocking mana fluctuation spread from his body and spread to every corner. He gently waved the gorgeous staff in his hand and a wisp of sparks appeared and rapidly expanded before transforming into Flame Shackles that swept with terrifying heat and accurately fell on the Draconic Beastman's body.
In his eyes, as an esteemed Archmage, a Flame Shackle should be enough to deal with a Raging Flame Beastman that was only an Expert Swordsman.
Nothing could be done about it, no wonder he thought so. The difference in mana intensity between High Mages and Archmages was a few hundred times, and the power released by a mage depended on the intensity of their mana.
But then …
That 2nd Tier Spell, Flame Shackle, had just fallen on the Draconic Beastman's body when a deep roar echoed. Numerous runes appeared on the Draconic Beastman's body and cleanly absorbed the flames. He held Carnage tightly and fiercely jumped. At this time, he was less than ten meters away from Mark.
'What …'
Mark was stunned. He was an esteemed Archmage, and his strengthened Flame Shackle didn't have any effect on the Raging Flame Beastman.
'Hold on …'
The other side was a Raging Flame Beastman …
At this time, Mark suddenly realized that he had made a stupid mistake.
Although he hadn't stayed in the Raging Flame Plane for a long time, he knew that the Raging Flame Beastmen had an innate resistance to fire, as well as terrifying fire control abilities. Even the Beastman Mages could summon a large number of Fire Elemental lifeforms.
He had been too careless …
He had made such a mistake …
"Haha, you won't be so lucky next …" Mark sneered and shook his head. He had no choice but to give up on the fire spells he was proficient in. After saying this, he started chanting an incantation. A cold aura spread in the surroundings as he softly waved his hand. Countless ice shards appeared around his body and condensed into Frost Spikes that shot towards the Draconic Beastman.
The sharp Frost Spikes flickered with a dark blue light as they streaked through the air.
But …
Things once again went beyond Mark's expectations. A dozen Frost Spikes flew out, but the Draconic Beastman didn't even bother to dodge. The Frost Spikes didn't even leave a mark on his body.
At this time, even Lahn Merlin, who was watching from the side, widened his eyes in disbelief. This was simply inconceivable. The Beastman was clearly a peak Expert Swordsman. Although he was already half a step into the Sword Saint realm, there was still a huge gap between him and a true Archmage.
Moreover, Mark clearly wasn't an ordinary Archmage. Just the power of those dozen Frost Spikes would be enough to make some newly advanced Archmages flustered and put them in a very difficult situation.
But a peak Expert Swordsman didn't even dodge. This was already very unscientific.
But there was something even more unscientific.
There wasn't a single scar on his body after taking a dozen Frost Spikes head-on. This couldn't help stunning Merlin. This kind of magic resistance was too frightening.
Among the people present, only Lin Yun remained calm. He wasn't surprised by the Draconic Beastman's performance.
After fusing with the Three-Headed Golden Dragon's blood, he had already experienced the frightening resistance of the Draconic Beastman. At the time, the Draconic Beastman had just become an Expert Swordsman and only suffered a nosebleed from the Frost Spikes.
But now, the Draconic Beastman was already standing at the peak of the Expert Swordsman realm, one step into the Sword Saint realm. Mark's Frost Spikes simply couldn't injure him.
Unless Mark used a 7th Tier Spell of the Archmage realm, he would barely be able to injure the Draconic Beastman.
But it was clearly too late.
A 7th Tier Spell, even the shortest incantation, needed at least eight seconds.
Perhaps the Draconic Beastman's Carnage would smash into Mark's body in a second.
"Fuck …"
Mark Watson let out a shriek, looking somewhat panicked. Although he was already standing at the Archmage realm and had no less than a dozen defensive spells enchanted on his body, he didn't have any confidence in facing the Draconic Beastman charging straight at him.
After cursing fiercely, he couldn't care less anymore. The staff in his hand blossomed with dazzling light, and at the tip of the staff, the level-35 magical crystal emitted an enchanting halo. Almost in a flash, three Ice Walls rose from the ground with a muffled sound, firmly blocking in front of him.
But …
"Rumble …"
The three Ice Walls shattered as the charging Draconic Beastman used his tyrannical power to smash the Ice Walls. But even so, the power of Carnage didn't diminish in the slightest as it smashed towards Mark's chest.
A muffled sound echoed as Mark, who had just finished casting, was sent flying by the Draconic Beastman's Carnage. His expression was very complicated … There was shock, fear, and even more disbelief. Three muffled sounds echoed as Mark's body smashed through the three living quarters before falling to the ground and rolling a few dozen meters away.
"Cough, cough …"
The deathly pale Mark covered his mouth with one hand, but after coughing a few times, blood still flowed out from the gaps between his fingers and dyed his spotless white robe red. He glanced at his chest and couldn't help feeling lucky. Fortunately, most of the spells enchanted on his body were concentrated on his chest. If not for that, he might have already lost his life.
That power was truly too frightening.
It gave Mark the feeling that he wasn't facing a Raging Flame Beastman, but rather an adult Dragon. His heart was still palpitating.
'How could such a Beastman exist in this world?
'Hold on …'
'That shouldn't be a Dragon proficient in transfiguration, right?'
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