Magic Library

As Serie took the initiative to step forward, Li Yan also stopped releasing magic, simply letting the staff in his hand drop to the ground.

"Given up? Huh?"

Serie tilted her head to look at Li Yan, a smile of mockery carrying on her face.

"That, naturally, is impossible."

A smile split across the corners of Li Yan's mouth, and his fists smashed toward Serie at extreme speed. Serie's mouth curved slightly upward, and the hexagonal Shield ruthlessly blocked the front.

The fist struck the hexagonal Shield, and a massive air pressure unfolded. The hexagonal Shield fully blocked Li Yan's attack, but the next second, Li Yan swept a whip kick toward Serie's leg, attempting to send Serie crashing face-first into the dirt.

"I have already seen through your attacking intent, oh."

The hexagonal Shield ruthlessly blocked the front of Serie's leg. Serie said with a look of growing interest, the smile on her face resembling a demon as she watched Li Yan, whom she could squash to death at will, struggle incessantly.

"Don't look down on people too much, Great-Grandmaster."

A trace of craftiness rose on Li Yan's face. The broken ribs inside his body had already recovered, and Space Magic instantly teleported him to Serie's left side.

"Ora ora ora ora ora!"

His small body erupted with infinite power, and fist speed violently smashed toward Serie. Hexagonal shields appeared from all directions, each one landing precisely at the spot of Li Yan's fists.

"Hmm? I remember your ribs were broken just before."

Serie's brows furrowed slightly. Her perception was impossible to err; as an elven mage who had lived for a millennium, she could perceive the degree of injury an enemy sustained and how much mana remained within their body.

"It seems your body's recovery ability somewhat exceeds ordinary people, but it doesn't matter. Breaking them again will do."

The corners of Serie's mouth curved slightly upward, and dispersion magic gathered again. Just as Li Yan reacted and prepared to use Space Magic to evade, his feet were wrapped by a mass of mire, leaving him completely unable to move, and several vines appeared behind him, ruthlessly binding his hands and feet.

No matter how Li Yan tossed and turned, he still could not break through the restraints. Space Magic had also become useless at this moment, solely because the barrier blocking Space Magic had already enveloped Li Yan and Serie.

"Which rib do you want broken? Is it the ones supporting your arms, your legs, or the one between your crotch?"

The embryonic form of mana emerged from Serie's hands, as if it would land on Li Yan's body the next second.

"Can I surrender? Great-Grandmaster."

Li Yan tossed his small hands about, pleading with a pitiful expression, using his tender age and body to beg for Serie's sympathy.

"In a life-and-death battle, no enemy will spare you because of your weakness. Remember that well, Li Yan."

Serie untamedly flicked a head-flick on Li Yan's head, walking with her hands behind her back with a smug expression.

The mire and vines also lost their effect as Serie released her mana. Li Yan spat out a breath of turbid air. He had gone all out, yet he did not even have the chance to touch Serie. If he had not mastered Space Magic, approaching within five meters of Serie would probably have been impossible.

After all, Serie had only released a few spells from beginning to end. As a magic encyclopedia and the mage whose strength was closest to a goddess, it was impossible that she only knew these few low-level spells.

All in all, through this battle, Li Yan thoroughly understood that his magic path was still very, very long. Perhaps for ordinary people, he was already at the peak, but for himself, this was merely a starting point.

"So-so, your combat experience is average, and the magic you've mastered is also somewhat few. During this period of time, you will follow me to learn how to fight and learn new magic."

Serie puffed out her board-flat chest with an arrogant expression, walking toward her own residence.

Li Yan scratched his head and closely followed Serie's footsteps. In fact, when fighting Serie, he had originally wanted to use the Holy Sword, but Serie demanded that he must absolutely not use external objects. External objects and one's own strength could not be compared at all, and if Li Yan insisted on using it, she would not suppress her mana.

Thinking of the cheat-like offensive power of the Holy Sword, Li Yan also understood why Serie objected. Perhaps she was worried she would not be able to win; after all, no matter how much magic one had, facing an opponent possessing Space Magic and explosive offensive power, any way of fighting would end in failure.

How could a proud mage like Serie allow herself to fail, let alone be defeated by her disciple's disciple?

Serie arrived at the library housing Magic Tomes, introducing the elemental attacks of magic and its applications to Li Yan one by one.

Magic emphasized a step-by-step approach. To master magic that dealt with various predicaments, one had to comprehensively study magical knowledge, skillfully apply it, and combine it with all aspects of oneself to truly become strong.

"Your task these days is to read all the books in here from cover to cover."

A trace of craftiness appeared on Serie's face. Children of this age found reading books to be an extremely headache-inducing matter, and moreover, these books were not ordinary magical knowledge; they were all the most tedious and complex magical concepts. Presumably, Li Yan had already been frightened into speechlessness by what she had just said.

When Serie looked back at Li Yan with a smug expression, Li Yan had already picked up a Magic Tome and started reading...