The students of the Fire School were astounded. They did not expect Zhao Ji, who was the strongest among the challengers, to lose the duel.
Zhao Ji was too careless. It was supposed to be a sure win for him, yet he ended up being defeated by Mofan instead.
Speaking of which, wasn't Zhao Ji's Shield Equipment a little too special? It actually had the ability to counterattack. Normally, no one would have thought of it.
Most importantly, the demon was indeed injured by Zhao Ji's Fiery Fist. He seemed to be on the verge of losing the duel, yet the Shield Equipment still had the ability to kill him!
"This Departing Nether Shield's defense isn't too impressive, but its counterattack ability is pretty impressive. I didn't waste my money," murmured Mofan as he withdrew the Departing Nether Shield.
He initially wanted to laugh, but the scorching burns on his body were too painful for him to smile. Luckily, the burns were not too serious. Otherwise, he would not be able to focus on drawing the Star Orbits, and would lose the ability to fight.
…
Zhao Ji walked to the bottom of the stage. His eyes were still glaring at Mofan viciously. He almost bumped into a tall man with blond hair.
The blond man had fair skin and a tall nose. He had a chiseled face like a Westerner, yet he still retained the handsomeness of an Asian. He was a lot more outstanding compared to Zhao Ji, whose face and skin were covered in strange black pigments.
"So you're here too … hehe, I was so close to making a name for the Zhao Family. However, he must be having a hard time with the taste of my flames. If I don't go now, his skin is going to be scorched!" said Zhao Ji to the blond man.
The blond man was half a head taller than Zhao Ji. He stared down at Zhao Ji coldly.
Suddenly, the man in gold raised his hand and slapped Zhao Ji hard across the face!
"PA!"
The slap was extremely loud. The crowd was discussing how they should deal with the demon when they saw Zhao Ji being slapped. They immediately shifted their attention to the man.
"Who's that guy?"
"Yeah, he even dares to slap Zhao Ji, who's ranked one hundred and one!"
"What's going on? What just happened? I didn't see it. Why is Zhao Ji being slapped?"
The crowd burst into an uproar. They clearly saw Zhao Ji being slapped. Zhao Ji took a few steps back. A tooth stained with blood fell to the ground.
Just how heavy was that golden haired man's slap?!
Blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Ji's mouth. Zhao Ji's eyes were filled with anger, but he did not dare to show it on his face. He stared at his cousin in disbelief.
"All I did was lose a challenge …" Zhao Ji tried his best to suppress his anger.
Those who were familiar with Zhao Ji found it unbelievable. Zhao Ji had always been a vengeful person. Why was he not angry at all when facing this person? He had been slapped in the face in front of so many people. Was it not enough for him to lose face? Was he not going to fight that person?
"Scram, before I cripple you …" The golden-haired man glared at Zhao Ji.
Obviously, Zhao Ji's status was much lower than this man's. No matter how humiliated he was, he did not dare to say anything. He glanced at the broken tooth at his feet, then left angrily with a vicious look on his face.
"Student, it's not good to behave so rudely in school," Bai Mei said in a persuasive tone as he glanced at the angry blond man.
"Teacher, I'm just dealing with my family's business. My apologies, "the golden-haired man said with a smile. He looked completely different from his previous ferocious look.
Wei Rong was displeased when he saw his student being slapped, but when he saw that Zhao Ji did not even dare to fart, he could roughly guess that the golden-haired man was not to be trifled with, thus he decided to stay out of it.
Many people were confused as to what was going on. On the stage, Mofan, whose upper body was exposed, burst out laughing …
"It's been half a year since we last met, why are you so angry?" Mofan seemed to be quite familiar with the golden-haired man. He greeted him from the side of the stage.
"You're still the same as ever. If it weren't for the fact that I was bored and heard about the challenge, I wouldn't have known you were back at school," the golden-haired man smiled, as if he had just met an old friend.
"It's just a normal challenge," Mofan said.
"That's none of my business, I only care who hurt my friend. I don't care who they are, I won't go easy on them, let alone a dog that eats my food," Zhao Manyan said.
"Your hair is pretty good."
"I thought you would be lying in a coffin when I saw you this time … very well, you're actively participating in the school's activities," Zhao Manyan grinned, but his eyes were flickering.
The last time he saw Mofan, his hair was standing on end, and his body was surrounded by an evil energy. It was the demon experiment that Commander Lu Nian and the others had conducted.
He thought he would never see the guy who had turned into a demon to save everyone. However, Zhao Manyan was overjoyed when he saw Mofan standing in front of him, alive and well. Just like when he first came to Pearl Institute and plundered the resources of every Element, he had slain more than two hundred challengers from the Fire School …
Zhao Manyan was relieved when he confirmed that Mofan was still alive.
As for the asshole Zhao Ji who had hurt his brother, he would teach him a lesson when he returned.
Mofan was the one who had saved Zhao Manyan's life, thus he was the savior of the Zhao Clan. Zhao Ji's cultivation and Soul Seed were all given to him by the Zhao Clan. He was only going easy on him if he lost a tooth!
Zhao Manyan did not want to interrupt Mofan's fun of challenging the entire Fire School. He found a place to sit down with his new girlfriend …
Mofan was speechless when he saw Zhao Manyan changing girlfriends again.
"Next challenger, ranked four hundred and sixty-seventh …" Wei Rong announced the challenger's name.
However, if Zhao Ji was defeated, the rest of the challengers would no longer pose a threat to Mofan. Mofan could easily defeat the challengers ranked four hundred and below.
The number of challengers had exceeded two hundred, and the battle had lasted until the second half of the night. Normally, everyone would be resting or meditating in their apartments, but the place was still crowded with people today.
The challengers after Zhao Ji were no longer a threat to Mofan. Even though Mofan did not have much energy left to cast Intermediate Spells, they were no match for Mofan's Basic Spells when he was injured.
However, the crowd gradually realized that Mofan was a little worn out.
As a matter of fact, Mofan did not have much energy left when he was fighting Zhao Ji. He was only able to defeat Zhao Ji with the counterattack of the Departing Nether Shield.
"We've finally worn out the demon. He won't have any chance of winning if someone ranked in the top two hundred shows up!"
"Forget about the top two hundred, as long as it's not the idiots ranked six hundred and below, we should be able to finish him off!"
"I don't know why you guys are so happy. You've defeated more than two hundred people!" said a student from another School.
"It's still better than being wiped out. Otherwise, our School would become a laughing stock."
Mo Fan's reputation as a demon king had become a reality. Everyone was seriously scared of this transfer student.
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