The Golden Alchemy

This was neither telekinesis nor spatial movement.

A car had truly appeared out of thin air—

"Fervor, mei sanguis." (Boil, my blood.)

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhang Qi immediately spoke the incantation.

The moment his words fell, the dormant Moon Spirit Essence at his side came alive.

The mercury-like liquid surged, stretched, and shifted at high speed, splitting into hundreds upon thousands of incomparably sharp blades in midair.

They surged forward to meet the black sedan falling from the sky.

Screech, screech, screech, screech—!

What followed was a barrage of cutting sounds so dense it made one's teeth ache.

The instant it came into contact with the storm of mercury blades, the car body, chassis, engine, tires—everything was sliced into fragments in an instant.

The pieces scattered around Zhang Qi, yet not a single one touched even the corner of his clothes.

"Magecraft that directly constructs matter out of thin air?"

Zhang Qi murmured. This kind of magecraft resembled Projection Magecraft from the Type-Moon world.

However, before his words had faded, a voice laden with absolute command rang out from the darkness, cold and arrogant.

"Kneel!"

Words became law.

An irresistible, terrifying pressure descended in an instant!

It was not merely an increase in gravity. Rather, the dimensions of the space beneath his feet had been forcibly twisted, and the entire world was pressing him toward the ground.

Zhang Qi's knees abruptly sank. The tiled floor beneath his feet could not bear the strain, and spiderweb-like cracks crazily spread outward from where he stood.

Tap, tap, tap—

Accompanied by unhurried footsteps, a man emerged from the darkness.

He wore a perfectly tailored white suit. His meticulously groomed short green hair looked somewhat eerie beneath the classroom's ghastly pale light.

"So there's actually a mage who broke in as well?"