Downpour

The duel was underway.

Yu Ang struck first with a Beginner-level Tier 2 spell, Ice Vine, sending a chill of frost intent on freezing Mo Fan solid.

Ice crept upward from his feet, layer by layer.

Yet Mo Fan simply tossed out the most basic Beginner-level Tier 1 spell and broke free with ease.

Then came Mo Fan's counterattack.

He hurled out several Fire Seeds in quick succession, forcing Yu Ang onto the defensive.

The seamless flow of magic drew praise from the crowd in the stands.

But Yu Ang was loaded—he blocked Mo Fan's spells with a handful of magic tools.

Then Yu Ang pulled out his trump card: a Beginner-level Tier 3 spell.

He thought victory was in the bag, but Mo Fan's Tier 3 Fire Seed instantly stunned the entire arena.

Even with his magic tools, Yu Ang couldn't withstand the flames' assault.

In the stands.

Jiang Yuan could tell Mo Fan wasn't going all out.

By "all out," he didn't mean holding back the Lightning element—he meant Mo Fan's Fire element wasn't at full throttle.

If he went all-in with Fire, Yu Ang wouldn't come out unscathed even with his magic tools.

He might not win the duel instantly, but it'd be nothing more than boiling a frog slowly.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Mo Fan was planning now.

"Xiaohou, Mo Fan's about to show off. Wave your cheer stick," Jiang Yuan said, turning to Zhang Xiaohou beside him.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohou promptly pulled out another cheer stick from who-knows-where, one in each hand, stood up, took a deep breath, and centered his energy in his dantian.

Jiang Yuan's pupils shrank at the sight.

Oh no!

"Wait! Don't—"

"Awooo!!!"

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan, you're the coolest!!"

"Brother Fan, beat that guy to a pulp!!"

The shouts rang through the Duel Arena, soaring up to the sky.

Every pair of eyes turned their way, including the two fighters on stage.

Mo Fan glanced over from afar, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth: "Now that's what I call a true brother—damn, that's hype!"

Just you wait—I, Mo Fan, am about to shine today!

But what's with Brother Jiang Yuan covering his face?

Is he telling me to protect my handsome mug so Yu Ang doesn't sneak a hit?

Makes sense—I'm way too good-looking, easy to envy.

Yeah, I should guard it well.

Did Jiang Yuan even think of that for me?

Truly, brothers for life!

Mo Fan grinned and gave a thumbs-up toward Jiang Yuan and Zhang Xiaohou, then turned to face Yu Ang.

"Yu Ang, you're not bad, but against me, that's all you'll ever be—not bad. Time to show you your grandpa's real power!"

Real power?

Those words stunned everyone. Did Mo Fan still have strength he hadn't revealed?

That couldn't be right—he'd already used a Tier 3 Fire Seed. There was no way he had anything else.

Mo Fan didn't have the cash for magic tools either.

A Mid-level spell?

The thought flashed through Yu Ang's mind, chilling, but he quickly dismissed it.

Mastering a Mid-level spell at this age was only possible for the prodigies of the mega factions.

What right did a nobody like Mo Fan have to pull that off?

Just as everyone was caught in doubt.

Mo Fan's eyes flickered with faint purple starlight, like sparks of lightning, and then purple Star Particles arranged themselves around him into a Star Track.

A violent power of thunder crackled at his fingertips.

An overwhelming pressure surged forth!

"That's the Lightning element!!!"

"How is this possible?!"

In that instant, the entire Mu Family Manor erupted into a clamor of noise.

"Is Mo Fan a Mid-level Mage?" Mu Zhuoyun's face darkened as he slowly voiced the question in his mind.

"No," Principal Zhu spoke up. "The star dust within Mo Fan has definitely not advanced to a star nebula. He is still a genuine Beginner-level Mage."

If he was a Beginner-level Mage, how could he release both the Fire and Lightning elements?

Everyone's eyes flickered as they stared at Mo Fan on the stage, lost in thought.

In the end, it was Principal Zhu, who had a deep understanding of magic, who first guessed a possibility.

"Mo Fan... he should have Innate Dual Elements!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was stunned.

Shocked eyes turned to the rolling thunder coiling around Mo Fan's arm.

The moment Mo Fan used the Lightning element, this match was already over.

"Thunder Seal—Raging Strike!"

Amid the lightning, Mo Fan raised his right hand high and clenched his fist sharply. The lightning instantly transformed into wildly writhing electric serpents, roaring as they blasted toward Yu Ang's position.

The terrifying damage tore through Yu Ang's defensive magic tool like a storm, and the shocking thunder light exploded with a deafening crack!

As the attack ended, Yu Ang's body was charred black, twitching uncontrollably, standing motionless.

He had clearly lost control of his body.

He stared at Mo Fan in disbelief, all traces of arrogance and condescension wiped from his face.

How could he lose?

Why?

Yu Ang had lost!

Under the gaze of the crowd, he had been defeated by the Mo Fan he had looked down on.

Becoming an unremarkable stepping stone, sending Mo Fan to greater heights.

The duel ended amidst the shock of everyone present, and Mo Fan's name became renowned throughout Bocheng.

Every major force in Bocheng knew that a prodigy with Innate Dual Elements had emerged from the city.

To ensure that Bocheng would dazzle the entire city during the magic trials, the three major forces of Bocheng sealed off the news of the Innate Dual Elements.

This duel was no ordinary one; the victor would earn the chance to train at the Sacred Spring.

At that moment, Mo Fan was inside the Sacred Spring, undergoing a seven-day cultivation session.

Everything seemed calm.

Jiang Yuan stood on the balcony, gazing at the tranquil dusk as the setting sun's light spilled across the horizon of Bocheng.

At some point, the sky west of Bocheng was shrouded by a dark cloud, like a pair of hands covering the heavens, gradually reaching toward Bocheng's skies.

A storm was brewing.

Time was running out. It was time to act.

Jiang Yuan took out a communication device and sent a message.

A few minutes later.

Jiang Yuan's figure vanished from the entrance of the East District.

That night, explosions rang out sporadically across Bocheng.

The intense tremors prompted nearby residents to file complaints with the authorities.

Yet all law enforcement and mage teams had no spare capacity to deal with these strange vibrations.

An unprecedented alert was sounded in Bocheng!

Outside Bocheng, in the mountain range where the wolf packs dwelled.

A torrential downpour poured down, and every demon beast touched by the rain charged madly out of the forest.

Hordes of demon wolves howled, surging like a tide toward the nearest city—Bocheng!

"Awooooooo!!!!"

"Roar roar roar roar!!!!"

"Demon beasts are attacking the city! Sound the alert now!"

"Raise the Crimson Alert!"

"Crimson Alert!"

The patrol captain roared, but before the light mage beside him could fire the final beam of the blood alarm, the beast horde had already devoured them whole!

"Woooooo—!!!"

A wolf howl pierced the heavens.

Through the vast curtain of rain, the colossal demon wolf spread its wings and leaped into the sky.

Its blood-red eyes burned with a savage hatred for humanity as it soared toward Bocheng, lashed by the raging storm.

Under such a spine-chilling, earth-shaking sight, the mages seemed utterly insignificant!