Battle Between Formal Magicians

When Saine helped Senior Brother Zorro outside Master Moxidu's house, a fierce battle had already erupted.

Sure enough, the explosion just now had not been a simple accident.

At that moment, fighting Mentor Moxidu was a Formal Black Wizard in green mage robes, assisted by a Plant Monstrosity several meters tall at his feet.

"Hand over that apprentice, and I can let this go..." the Green Robe Black Magician shouted from the sky.

"Screw you!" Saine's mentor, Moxidu, cursed furiously.

Several Metal Discs transformed into Golden Streamers and shot straight at the Green Robe Black Magician under Mentor Moxidu's control.

Every one of those Metal Discs could slice through gold and sever iron. The Magic Inscriptions engraved upon them could erupt with scorching heat and flames in an instant.

This was Mentor Moxidu's true trump card. If he had not been truly enraged, he would never have brought out the tools he kept at the bottom of his chest.

Even with two layers of emerald green Magic Shields before him, the Green Robe Black Magician's eyelids still twitched at Master Moxidu's ferocity.

Among Formal Black Wizards, this Green Robe Magician was clearly no weakling either.

With a carefully cultivated Plant Monstrosity as well, it was no wonder he had dared come smash the place up without first figuring out Master Moxidu's background.

Magicians as a group were generally sinister, unruly, and difficult to get along with.

Do not be fooled by the usual "peace" of the City of Mozhsuobula Black Magic Academy.

In the ten years since entering the Black Wizard Academy, Saine had indeed never seen a conflict between Formal Black Wizards.

But what did a mere ten years amount to against the lifespans of Formal Black Wizards, which often stretched for centuries or even millennia?!

The higher a Black Magician's level, the longer the lifespan they possessed.

This was the result of life's evolution, the process by which lower life forms transformed into higher forms of life!

Clearly, Saine's mentor Moxidu had not stretched his limbs in many years either.

Long periods spent conducting experiments in the laboratory could easily leave the limbs of old bones like his, which had lived for several hundred years, somewhat stiff.

Yet the Metal Discs circling and dancing around Moxidu flew one after another at tremendous speed.

From time to time, dazzling elemental sparks burst across the Elemental Shield before the Green Robe Magician.

As for the Plant Monstrosity several meters tall on the ground, several enormous welts had appeared across its body.

Translucent slime carrying a peculiar acidic stench flowed from those welts.

Though the Plant Monstrosity made no sound, the way its branches twisted showed that it too was enduring immense pain.

At the sight of this Plant Monstrosity, Saine's first reaction was unexpectedly to recall Death Hand Mike's monstrous Synthetic Beast during the Grade Assessment.

Both possessed formidable vitality and towering physiques. No wonder they were the front-line meat shields magicians so favored.

But unlike that monstrous Synthetic Beast, the Plant Monstrosity of the Green Robe Formal Magician before him was clearly stronger and larger.

From time to time, acidic fluid sprayed from the Plant Monstrosity's branches, aimed directly at Moxidu, who stood upon a Metal Disc in the sky.

Just as Saine was considering whether his meager strength could intervene in the battle between two Formal Black Wizards,

Senior Sister Fei'er approached them with a strange and complicated expression.

"Saine, did you kill that Green Robe Magician's disciple?" Senior Sister Fei'er asked.

Her question left Saine somewhat dazed.

For nearly the past half month, he had remained in his mentor's laboratory and had barely done anything else.

But Saine quickly remembered that the low-level apprentice Yierke, whom he had killed, seemed to have been valued by Kaisersen Master of the Plantation.

Even the Pale Mask had been a gift Kaisersen Master gave Yierke, though it was now Saine's Spoils of War.

Pulling a mask from his robes with a bitter expression, Saine could not help thinking, Could that Green Robe Magician in midair be Kaisersen Master from the Plantation?

Sure enough, when Saine took out the Pale Mask, the Green Robe Magician in the sky immediately became far more agitated.

The Mental Strength of Formal Black Wizards was enough to cover an area several hundred meters around them. Some who possessed specialized detection magic could even observe minute fluctuations farther away.

After discovering that Moxidu was a hard nut to crack, Kaisersen Master of the Plantation had long since lost any desire to continue fighting.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong had always been this Black Magician's way. He had not truly come to trouble Master Moxidu to avenge the low-level apprentice Yierke; he had simply come to fleece someone for a quick gain.

"Your apprentice killed my disciple. As long as you hand that little fellow below over to me, I can let bygones be bygones and leave at once!" Kaisersen Master said, pointing at Saine below from within his green Magic Shield, fierce on the outside but weak within.

Kaisersen Master's behavior not only confirmed Senior Sister Fei'er's question, but also left Senior Brother Zorro, whom Saine was supporting, looking astonished and somewhat depressed.

So they had come for Saine from the start. Zorro's injuries from the experimental accident had been nothing but a calamity falling from nowhere.

Having been singled out in public by Kaisersen Master, Saine's scalp went numb.

He seemed to feel himself locked onto by a powerful Mental Strength. Even the Plant Monstrosity that constantly waved its branches appeared to be moving toward him next.

His own weakness and helplessness made Saine want to vent something.

Fortunately, the worst outcome did not occur.

"Hmph! You want me to hand my disciple over to you? Who the hell do you think you are?" Moxidu sneered.

Then, as Kaisersen's eyelids twitched wildly, a brass-colored metal staff silently appeared in Moxidu's hand.

There was no warning. Perhaps Moxidu had already completed his incantation in silence, or perhaps that metal staff itself contained an extraordinarily powerful magic.

Amid Moxidu's icy tone and Kaisersen's rather despairing expression, Meteor Descent, a powerful spell infinitely close to the power level of a Second-Level Magician, abruptly appeared in this space!

A massive meteor five meters in diameter, wrapped in scorching flames, smashed viciously toward Kaisersen.

Whether it was Saine's Minor Fireball or the Exploding Fireball Lina could cast, both were like fireflies compared to the bright moon before that enormous meteor.

"Damn it, no!" Kaisersen's unwilling and terrified roar rang out.

At the critical moment, he actually abandoned the Plant Monstrosity he had painstakingly cultivated, ordering it to leap up at once and block the attack before him.

The Plant Monstrosity that had been gradually closing in on Saine instantly sprang into the air.

When Saine raised his head again, what he saw was a huge burning plant corpse, and Kaisersen's figure fleeing farther and farther away.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Moxidu gripped his metal staff, drank a green potion, and drove the Metal Discs onward in pursuit.

It seemed he had no intention of letting the other party leave so easily.