"President Yi, Red Maple City is everyone's territory. Let's work together to kill the little devil."
Yi Fei paused for a moment and noticed that Mo Lan's face was a little unhappy. He immediately understood that Mo Lan had just come from another village and nodded seriously.
"Don't worry about God Mo. We are all focusing on the Flash Technique. We all show our talents. When the time comes, we may have to compete with God Mo."
Mo Lan smiled and said nothing, and Yi Fei nodded and stepped away. Seeing this, the other guild presidents present did not come over to join in the fun. They nodded at Mo Lan as a greeting.
However, at this time a player came over.
"Mo God? I think he's just a lucky player. He got lucky and created a mage. Don't tell me if you just call him Mo God."
Mo Lan, do you dare to challenge me to a duel? If you win, I admit that you are indeed capable. If you lose, just keep your tail between your legs in the future."
"Why should I compete with you? Who do you think you are? Do you need to recognize Mo Lan's strength?
Do you think that just one person can step on to the top? Don’t you think you are worthy?”
Ding Jin was so angry that he smiled and said disdainfully.
"You, hum, don't you just dare not fight? You are self-aware..."
Mo Lan stopped Ding Jin who was about to make a move and twisted his neck.
"I'm here, you guys get out of the way."
The man immediately became happy when he heard this and said quickly.
"Okay, although you don't have much ability, you still have the courage. For this reason, I'll be gentler later on to save you some face."
Mo Lan ignored him and turned around to look around. At this time, many people had heard about this incident and gathered around. Mo Lan searched for a while and stopped when he saw someone next to Yi Fei.
"President Yi, can you borrow the iron rod from the brother next to you?"
"Hmm? Okay."
Yi Fei was stunned for a moment, then nodded and asked the player next to him to pass the iron rod to Mo Lan.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
Mo Lan picked up a wrought-iron eyebrow stick that was as thick as two thumbs in his hand and walked towards the center of the open space with an expressionless face.
"Hahaha, Mo Lan, are you afraid that you won't be able to cast spells anymore, so you'll use an iron rod to strengthen your courage?"
The man laughed loudly and walked towards Mo Lan, stopping only about ten meters away from Mo Lan.
"When this wooden stick in my hand hits the ground, the battle begins. I will point it at you until it ends, you can do whatever you want."
"Wait a minute, it's so close..."
Just when Zou Peng was about to say something, Mo Lan stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.
"Shameless and thick-skinned."
Yi Fei next to him suddenly said.
"Haha, others don't care how Mo Lan was defeated, or how close it was at the beginning.
As long as Mo Lan loses, it will be fine. With this defeat, Mo Lan will basically only be known as the founder of the mage. After all, Mo Lan is young and impulsive.
This stepping stone is well chosen.”
A guild president who came next to him said, and Yi Fei shook his head.
"Not necessarily. Mo Lan is sure of himself if he dares to challenge. Otherwise..."
Yi Fei suddenly froze and watched as the warrior dueling Mo Lan suddenly made a sneak attack.
"No one on the battlefield will tell you when to attack. I am your enemy. If you believe what I say so easily, you deserve to lose."
Yi Fei was stunned, and many people were dumbfounded and cursed shamelessly.
"To be so shameless, this... this is also a talent, and the victory or defeat may be decided at this time.
This guy should be promoted to the elite soon. Although his strength is not as good as Face, it is not too far behind.
At this level, resisting the fire ring may not be useful, and Mo Lan is in trouble."
"Die!"
This player was holding a machete in his hand, and his face showed excitement and fighting spirit. In an instant, he increased his speed to the fastest, and struck directly at Mo Lan with a vicious knife.
Mo Lan's body flashed with several spells of light.
Stoneskin!
Resist the ring of fire!
Cat elegance!
Seeing the resistance fire ring taking shape, the warrior showed a trace of pride on his face.
"Haha, it's useless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic light flickered, and the knife in his hand was covered with a layer of golden light, which directly split the air wave that resisted the expansion of the fire ring, and the whole person was just stagnant.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that while he hadn't moved, Mo Lan was blown more than fifty meters away by the resistance fire ring, and stood still from a distance, looking at him expressionlessly.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
"Damn it, it turns out God Mo didn't lie to me. Resisting the Ring of Fire is really a displacement spell, not used to move the enemy."
"Show."
Yi Fei also smiled.
"Now that we have increased the distance, the warrior's only spell has been used up. The game is over, and Mo Lan wins."
However, to everyone's surprise, Mo Lan walked forward with the wrought iron rod, and only released two spells on himself along the way.
"Hahaha, you are actually seeking death, so I won't be polite."
The soldier opposite who had a gloomy face smiled now.
"Although my magic has been used up, it's not something you, a little mage, can defeat.
Come, let me teach you how to play melee combat..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt his head shake, his whole movement stopped, and then a wrought iron rod was swung down.
Mental shock!
The warrior who had regained consciousness realized that it was too late to dodge, and quickly raised his hand to block it.
Just a mage, how powerful can he be...
However, as soon as the thought passed through his mind, his arm felt a sharp pain.
The huge force was released from the wrought iron rod, and the soldier fell down and rolled several times. His arm was twisted and obviously broken, and in the process, the sword flew far away.
"Cut~"
"That's it?"
There was a burst of booing from the side. The soldier's face turned red and he became angry with embarrassment. Fighting energy surged in his body and he turned over and rushed towards Mo Lan.
Mo Lan had no expression on his face, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly rose, lifting Mo Lan up.
The soldier almost hit a stone pillar, stopped quickly, and turned back to dodge without looking up.
But at this time, I only felt the shadow covering my head.
Bang!
The heavy wrought iron rod fell with great force. He subconsciously tilted his head, and the wrought iron rod passed by his ears with a strong wind whistling.
Click!
The sound of his shoulder breaking was heard, and the severe pain made his head feel dull and his eyes turned red.
"ah!"
The soldier shouted angrily and rushed towards Mo Lan.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Mo Lan was surprisingly flexible, and the wrought iron rod in his hand fell on the warrior again and again, during which he only added a spell that had expired.
Bear Explosion!
The soldier made a mistake and failed to dodge Mo Lan's attack, and the wrought iron rod fell directly on his head.
Bang!
The head exploded into pieces, white and red splattered everywhere. Everyone around saw this and their throats trembled. The shock in their eyes did not subside for a long time, and then shocked voices and strange screams continued to sound.
Mo Lan took the wrought iron rod, squatted down next to the soldier's corpse, carefully wiped the white and red stains on the stick with his clothes, then walked to Yi Fei and returned the stick to the player.
"Thanks."
"No thanks."
Yi Fei didn't say anything, just silently gave a thumbs up, with shock in his eyes.
"I didn't expect the mage to be able to beat a soldier to death with a stick. It's amazing."
Mo Lan was about to reply when a voice suddenly came from behind, making him frown.
"Mo Lan, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. You just secretly prepared spells in advance and used the power of weapons.
Come on, fight with me if you can!"
A soldier ran to the center and shouted at Mo Lan.
"One group, fireball!"
Mo Lan turned back to look at him and said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-five fireballs rose from the sky above the Jiuding Master Group.
The rising fireballs instantly gathered together in the air, and Mo Lan used his mental power to guide them.
boom!
The flames rose and the air surged. When the flames dissipated, only a deep pit remained.
Mo Lan then turned around again and smiled at Yifei.
"A mage should use a stick."
ps: Do you see the words in brackets after the chapter name?
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