Chapter 73: The Ultimate Threat, A Fake Saint Domain
Chapter 73: The Ultimate Threat, A Fake Saint Domain
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Boom, boom, boom!
Deafening booms resounded from the waterfall, and water in the pool flowed rapidly.
The trees were dense and luxuriant, while the vegetation was thick and lush.
As the adventurers stared at Meng Lei, who had suddenly come charging out, every one of their countenances changed drastically, and their vigilance reached extreme heights.
“Damn! We’ve attracted other adventurers here after all!”
The muscular leader’s countenance, who had just walked over to the front of the Titanic Dragon-Ape’s den, also changed. He quickly dashed over and scowled furiously at Meng Lei, who was seated on the magic carpet.
Meng Lei was dressed in black magician robes and wore a golden mask on his face. Thus, they couldn’t see what he really looked like or get a clear idea of his background.
However, the fact that he could reach this part of the forest already signified fairly impressive battle capabilities in itself. On top of that, he even had the guts to wrest food from a tiger’s jaws—this showed that Meng Lei was very confident in his own abilities.
In a situation where they couldn’t get a clear idea of Meng Lei’s background, no one dared to take him lightly. However, there was absolutely no way that they’d surrender the Titanic Dragon-Ape.
Out of all those who had the guts to come to Magical Beast Forest to make a name for themselves, which one among them wasn’t putting their lives on the line when they did so? How would a mere few words possibly scare them off?
“Lord Magician, this Titanic Dragon-Ape is the prey that we, the Fire Cloud Mercenaries, only successfully slew after much painstaking trouble. We’ll never hand it over to anyone!” The leader stepped forward. “As long as you leave now, we can pretend that we didn’t hear what you said earlier.”
He was neither haughty nor obsequious. In fact, there was even a mild threat in his demeanor.
The Fire Cloud Mercenaries!
They were the biggest mercenary unit in the Fire Dragon Kingdom border provinces. They were strong and powerful. They enjoyed great fame in the mercenary circle and were a force that ordinary people didn’t dare to easily offend.
Once they identified themselves as the Fire Cloud Mercenaries, the leader believed that it would definitely frighten away most of the eyesore-like adventurers. The prey might be attractive, but one’s little life was more important, wasn’t it?
However, Meng Lei sneered instead. “My mind is set on the Titanic Dragon-Ape. If you know what’s good for you, scram at once!”
“You’re pushing it!”
The leader’s countenance changed mildly, and he shouted, “Be on your guard!”
Swoosh!
The Fire Cloud Mercenaries proved themselves to be a first-rate mercenary unit, indeed. All the members were well-trained, and at the leader’s command, all the assassins instantly vanished without a trace from where they were!
Over a dozen Warriors swiftly dashed to where the Magicians were. They surrounded the five to six Magicians and the leader on all sides to protect them, forming a firm and sturdy barrier around them.
At the same time as that, the Magicians quickly began to chant spell incantations!
“O’ Snow Goddess in the faraway lands of supreme ice and frost, please heed my call. With your pure and untainted hands... Snow Screen!”
“O’ crimson lotus flames buried deep in the dark shadows underground, I summon you in my name! Be my sword of magic and crush all that stands in my way... God of Fire’s Fire Blast!”
“Well-trained and highly coordinated movements! Pretty impressive!”
As Ol’ Amos watched the Fire Cloud Mercenaries’ members form into a battle formation in just a few short seconds, he couldn’t help but rub his palms in admiration, full of praises for them.
“These guys are only average in strength, but they’ve gone through bloody and fiery battles to temper themselves. They’re very experienced and have great coordination among themselves, so they produce a favorable chemical reaction when they come together.
“To put it simply, 1+1+1 equates to more than 3! This is something that genius students living in ivory towers like all of you cannot match up to!”
Ol’ Amos looked at Meng Lei and said with a laugh, “The academy can teach you magic knowledge and lead you through the grand doors of magic, but it cannot make you a real Magician. All of you still have a long way to go!”
“Ol’ President, I’ll admit that what you said makes a lot of sense.” Meng Lei didn’t rebut him. “But some people cannot be measured by conventional methods.”
“Oh?”
Ol’ Amos raised his eyebrows, remaining somewhat noncommittal. “This old man would like to see just what is so special about you.”
“You’ll see.”
Meng Lei gave him a small smile. Then, he slowly raised his right hand. As Thunder Elements gathered in his palm and the light of electricity flashed, a spear formed from surging Thunder Elements quietly took shape.
“Third-Grade Spell, Lightning Spear!”
Ol’ Amos shook his head and smiled. “Any Seventh-Grade Magician can achieve instant release of third-grade spells. There’s nothing special about that.”
“What about this?”
Meng Lei smiled, and the lightning spear in his palm suddenly began to spin rapidly. Its tip became thin and narrow, while the rear end thickened. Hoops of lightning wound all around it, and it gave off a blinding arc of light!
“Fourth-Grade Spell, Spinning Lightning Drill!”
Ol’ Amos was rather astonished. “You can actually instantly release fourth-grade spells?”
“That’s the Fourth-Grade Thunder-Elemental Spell, Spinning Lightning Drill!”
A thunder-elemental Magician from the Fire Cloud Mercenaries also exclaimed loudly, “Instant release of fourth-grade spells! Captain, he’s an Eighth-Grade Magician!”
“What? An Eighth-Grade Magician?!”
The leader... No, the captain’s countenance changed slightly. “Are you sure?”
“No... Not very, but according to the laws of magic, only Magicians that are eighth-grade and above can achieve instant release of fourth-grade spells,” replied the thunder-elemental Magician solemnly.
The other few Magicians also nodded heavily. Magicians could only instantly release spells that were four grades lower than their own Magician grades.
To achieve instant release for fourth-grade spells, one needs to be at least an Eighth-Grade Magician!
“An Eighth-Grade Magician... Things have become rather troublesome.”
The captain’s expression turned rather awful-looking. “However, Eighth-Grade Magicians aren’t that difficult to deal with. That guy’s all alone, and he doesn’t have a magical pet mount to protect him. With the Fire Cloud Mercenaries’ strength, we can defeat him for sure. What’s troublesome are the forces backing him up...”
With sloppy execution came consequences!
An Eighth-Grade Magician was a noble and exalted existence, and they were usually involved with a whole lot of other people.
This was what the captain was the most troubled over!
However, just as the captain was secretly making plans, the Spinning Lightning Drill in Meng Lei’s hand transformed again. The spinning spear suddenly enlarged, and its diameter expanded to two meters wide in an instant.
Boom, boom, boom!
What would happen when a two-meter wide round pillar spun at high speed?
The answer was... A tornado!
Over here, it should be known as “Thun-nado”!
The Thun-nado spun at high speed, and everything that it went near to was crushed to bits. It was as if it possessed a mighty force that could devour everything and destroy anything. The sight of it made one’s heart palpitate in fear and turned their breathing quick and ragged.
“The Fifth-Grade Spell, Violent Thunderstorm!”
Ol’ Amos exclaimed in astonishment, “You actually took only a short second to cast Spinning Lightning Drill and Violent Thunderstorm in succession! That’s also considered instant release! Aren’t you a Seventh-Grade Magician? How come you’re able to achieve instant release for fifth-grade spells?”
“T-that’s the Fifth-Grade Spell, Violent Thunderstorm!”
“Instant release! He actually insta-cast Violent Thunderstorm!”
“Captain, he can do an instant release of fifth-grade spells!”
“H-he... He’s a great N-ninth-Grade Magician!”
“A great Ninth-Grade Magician?!”
The captain’s heart began to convulse intensely, and a hint of hopelessness welled up within him. He had the confidence to defeat an Eighth-Grade Magician, but if the one they’d run into was a great Ninth-Grade Magician...
How the heck were they supposed to fight him?
There was no way they could beat him!
Have they already wussed out with just these?
Meng Lei smiled and stayed quiet. With a casual wave, Violent Thunderstorm suddenly dispersed as if it had never been there before. Just as looks of puzzlement appeared on everyone’s faces...
Roar!
An earth-shattering roar abruptly reached them from above. A savage-looking dragon head suddenly emerged from the dark clouds, followed by its mighty and imposing body!
It was the Seventh-Grade Spell, Thunder Dragon Descends!
“I-instant release of a seventh-grade spell!”
“A S-saint Domain Magician! He’s a Saint Domain Magician!”