Chapter 426
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The teachers stared at him with wide eyes. Bai Mei said, "He has three Elements to cultivate. His Lightning and Fire Elements are already at a high enough level. If even his Summoning Element has reached the Intermediate Level, then this guy's cultivation speed is just too terrifying."
In the end, Mofan did not cast an Intermediate Summoning Spell. All the teachers heaved a sigh of relief.
They were almost scared to death by this guy. It's good that he doesn't have a Contract Beast.
Mofan's Summoning Element had reached the Intermediate Level long ago. He could also draw a Summoning Star Chart very skillfully. The problem was that he did not have enough money to buy a suitable Contract Beast.
Among his Contract Beasts, those that could reach the level of a Swift Star Wolf would cost more than forty million. It was meaningless to buy a baby Beast that was weaker than a Swift Star Wolf.
On the dueling ground, Zhao Ji broke out in a cold sweat.
When he realized that Mofan did not have a Contract Beast, he could not help but laugh. The whole school knew about the commotion caused by the duel. If he was the one to eliminate this demon, it would greatly improve his reputation. His family would also pay more attention to him.
Zhao Ji knew that Mofan did not have much combat power left. He did not give Mofan too much time to catch his breath. He had already cast an Intermediate Fire Spell on his right fist.
Before he cast the Intermediate Spell, an arc-shaped shield of light appeared around him. The golden light formed a 360-degree shield around him, protecting him perfectly.
Mofan's Basic Spell was powerful, but it could not break through Zhao Ji's Light Spell. On top of that, Zhao Ji was using a Spirit-grade Light Seed, so his defense was a lot stronger.
Mofan hated fighting Fire and Earth Magicians the most. Similarly, the Light Element, which was known for its defensive power, was also the Element that Mofan hated the most. The Light Element could even perfectly counter his Shadow Element.
"Qianjun Thunderbolt Yaksha!"
Mo Fan immediately used his Intermediate ability and pointed his finger at the night sky. A purplish black thundercloud quickly appeared above Zhao Ji. As lightning flashed on Mo Fan's fingertip, a thick purplish black lightning bolt blasted towards the ground.
When the lightning was halfway down, it split into countless forked lightning bolts. It was like a black demon claw was tearing the space apart. The space was shaking because of this power.
The Thunderbolt: Yaksha was shockingly powerful. It could be considered the strongest spell apart from the Fiery Fist: Nine Halls. However, it seemed like the cunning Zhao Ji was purposely baiting Mofan to cast an Intermediate Spell that would consume his energy. When he saw the Thunderbolt, he immediately extinguished the flames on his right fist and quickly cast a Light Spell.
"Light Protection – Rampart!"
Streaks of golden light rapidly weaved above Zhao Ji, forming a floating golden wall of light with a curved surface.
The power of the thunderbolts landed on the Wall of Holy Light, but it seemed to have been absorbed. The group explosion, which was supposed to cause great destruction, was silently dissolved in an instant.
The purplish black lightning continued to disintegrate, turning into countless strands that spread across the enormous Light Protection – Rampart. Gradually, the strands of lightning began to disappear, before they were all dissolved.
"Trying to take me out in one go? How much energy do you have left to fight me after casting an Intermediate Spell like that? "Zhao Ji smiled sinisterly.
Mofan did not mind Zhao Ji's provocation. He stood in place, like a lamp that had run out of oil.
"It's time for you to pay the price for your arrogance!" The flames on Zhao Ji's right fist burst into flames again.
The flames spreading in all directions converged on Zhao Ji's wrist as he drew a Star Pattern. The energy on his wrist was about to burst out.
"Fiery Fist: Groundbreak!" Zhao Ji was also an expert with Spirit-grade flames. The power of his Fiery Fist: Groundbreak was on the same level as Li Yujie's.
The red flames lit up the entire stage. Mofan had no choice but to use the Departing Nether Shield. He kept backing away, trying his best to avoid the terrifying power of the Fiery Fist: Groundbreak.
Although the Departing Nether Shield had blocked most of the power, the scorching petals of the Groundbreak still landed on Mofan's body. Mofan's favorite shirt was quickly burned to ashes, revealing his burned chest.
Flames filled Mofan's body. If it were not for his Fire Resistance, his body would have been burned beyond recognition.
The Departing Nether Shield could only block the enormous power of the Groundbreak, which was enough to burn a person's body to ashes. However, Zhao Ji's Spirit-grade flames, which had a strong burning effect, could not block it.
Mofan was injured. The flames made him grimace in pain. There were obvious signs of burns on his body.
Zhao Ji smiled when he saw that his opponent was injured. He could feel that he was very close to winning the match.
His Light Protection: Rampart Painting had disappeared. Under the circumstances, he only needed to throw a punch at Mo Fan to end the battle.
The remaining flames of the Groundbreak were still burning on the stage. Mofan stood in the middle of the flames after casting the Departing Nether Shield. The light from the flames reflected a strange smile on his face.
Suddenly, a spike like a spear flew out from the center of the Departing Nether Shield without any warning!
It was the counterattack effect of the Departing Nether Shield, the Departing Nether Spike!
It passed through the burning Earth Demon Flower and appeared before the smug Zhao Ji in the blink of an eye.
The Departing Nether Spike was like a cold sword slicing through the night, slicing through the red flames. Zhao Ji, who was still feeling proud of himself, did not notice it. He only realized that things were not looking good when the icy aura that could penetrate everything came at him.
"Rock Barrier!" Wei Rong, who was sitting on the judge's seat, reacted quickly. A brown energy appeared in his hand.
Almost no one saw him drawing a Star Pattern. A rock barrier suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Ji.
"Bang!"
The Departing Nether Spike viciously pierced through the rock defense, its tip almost reaching Zhao Ji's face.
Zhao Ji broke out in cold sweat. His body stiffened as he stared at the rock barrier in front of him in disbelief. He then stared at the Departing Nether Spike that had almost taken his life.
"Zhao Ji, if you were facing a demon beast, you would have died by now. You've lost, come down, "Wei Rong harrumphed coldly.
Zhao Ji felt like his soul had left his body. He did not expect Mofan, who had already lost all his strength, to retaliate like a poisonous scorpion. He had lost the crucial match just because he had let his guard down.
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