Magic Rampage! Skills Itching to Show Off!

Strange coughed twice, clutching his chest, and struggled to stand up straight.

"That's enough, Strange."

Mordo retracted his iron elbow, his expression serious as he warned, "Your explosive power is indeed impressive. But in a real life-or-death battle, that last blow would have killed you. Sorcerers's body is also a weapon; remember to always protect your vitals."

"Thank you for your guidance, Sorcerers Mordo. I've got it." Strange nodded, still feeling a bit shaken.

"Your combat warm-up is complete. Now, let's see how your Magic training has progressed over the past two weeks. After all, our primary job is to Sorcerers." Mordo smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordo quickly formed hand seals.

Buzz!

A dark red Rings of Raggadorr instantly formed in his palm, radiating a powerful Magic Power aura.

Strange's eyes turned fanatical. "Excuse me!"

He yanked his hands together sharply, hissing, "Scarlet Chains!"

A thick, red beam of light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, lashed out fiercely at Mordo on the opposite side with a sharp whistling sound.

Bang!

The red chains collided violently with the Magic Light Shield!

Blinding red sparks burst wildly in mid-air.

The powerful shockwave sent several pieces of rubble flying from the edge of the ring.

The Sorcerers watching from the stands instantly erupted in uproar.

"Hiss— Scarlet Chains! Isn't this advanced Magic?"

"What a joke! I've been training for three years and haven't even touched the threshold of the Scarlet Chains. How could an apprentice who's only been practicing for less than a month be allowed to leave?"

"The power is unbelievable! This is definitely the complete form of advanced Magic!"

"Strange's Magic talent is terrifying! He can even master such a difficult Spell so quickly?"

The Sorcerers whispered excitedly to each other, their expressions more varied than the last.

On the ring.

The pace of their fight quickened.

Crimson Magic light intertwined and collided continuously in the arena.

Explosions echoed one after another, and the entire arena was illuminated red by Magic sparks.

"Well done, Strange! Your Magic foundation is very solid!"

Mordo held up his shield with his left hand to withstand the attack, while simultaneously retaliating with a Scarlet Chains swung out with his right, appearing to be handling the situation with ease.

However, his constantly flashing shield still revealed the considerable pressure he was under at that moment.

"Stop holding back, unleash your strongest move!"

Mordo shouted.

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Strange unleashed his strongest trump card.

A dazzling platinum-gold light instantly illuminated the entire arena.

A massive Magic Lightsaber materialized in his hand, carrying overwhelming power, and slashed down at Mordo!

Another gasp of disbelief erupted from the stands.

"My God! The Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

"This is insane! This world has gone mad! An apprentice who hasn't even been officially certified has actually learned the ultimate killing move of White Magic!"

"This isn't just genius, this is the future pillar of Kamar-Taj!"

"Let alone apprentices, even many of the seasoned Sorcerers here might not know how to use this move!"

"I've really seen something amazing today, this kid is simply a prodigy!"

The gasps of amazement grew louder and louder.

Even the core Master on the central platform gasped in shock, their eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.

Strange's Magic talent truly exceeded everyone's expectations.

However.

Amidst the frenzied gasps of the crowd, only one person stood out with a completely different style.

Below the ring, Ren still looked bored, and even couldn't help but yawn.

"Bite!"

"The host's [Scarlet Contract Chains] are observing the low-level Magic brawl ahead."

"[Scarlet Contract Chains] is utterly disdainful of such a weak attack and desperately wants to personally teach its opponent a lesson!"

"The skill is at its peak, and proficiency is skyrocketing!"

"Bite!"

"The host's [Vishanti's Holy Sword] is also observing the battle ahead."

"[The Vishanti's Holy Sword] thinks the Lightsaber in Strange's hand is a joke and is eager to show its true divine power, frantically urging its host to immediately go on stage and show off!"

"The skill is in a state of agitation, and the cultivation speed is increasing slowly."

As he listened to the continuous Electronic Voice in his mind, Ren's lips twitched violently.

Watching others box, I feel my fighting skills are too weak and I'm losing experience points.

They watch others cast Magic, then complain that the Magic are too weak, and whine that they want to go up and show off.

These skills I possess, and my personality is just too awful!

They're a bunch of troublemakers who love to watch the drama unfold!

Ren sighed silently, forced to ignore the noisy System Notifications in his mind.

On the ring.

The battle has entered its decisive moment.

"Faster, Strange! A real battle won't give you a chance to breathe!"

Mordo roared, his Magic Shield holding firm against Strange's descending holy sword.

The forces of platinum and crimson are locked in a fierce struggle.

The sturdy arena floor was ravaged by the violent aftershocks of the Magic.

Mordo outwardly maintained the demeanor of a grandmaster, but inwardly he was already secretly suffering.

Strange's Magic Power reserves were far greater than he had imagined.

This kid's attacks are wide-ranging and extremely powerful.

If it weren't for my extensive practical experience, I would have almost crashed several times just now.

Finally.

Mordo astutely spotted a flaw in Strange Onslaught.

In the brief moment when Strange swung his sword to defend, Mordo's Scarlet Chains shot out like a ghost, wrapping tightly around Strange's legs at an extremely tricky angle, and then yanked hard!

Strange instantly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could even get up, the edge of Mordo's Magic Shield had already come to rest firmly beside his neck.

"The battle is over. Strange, your talent is undeniable, but you still have a long way to go before you become a truly independent battle Sorcerers."

"Thank you for showing mercy, Sorcerers Mordo." Strange stood up, completely convinced.

Mordo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close!

He managed to save face as a mentor in front of everyone.

If he really gets beaten up by his apprentice today, he'll never be able to work in Kamar-Taj again.

"Your performance was outstanding, Strange. From today onwards, you are officially a Battle Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj. Stay humble and keep up the good work," Mordo announced with a smile.

Strange's face lit up with joy, and he nodded vigorously.

Then, Mordo turned his head and looked at Ren, who had been watching the show from the audience.

"Ren, stop standing there. Come up here, let's exchange a few blows," Mordo, his fighting spirit high.

He had long wanted to test the limits of this freak, Ren.

Today, taking advantage of the sparring session during the promotion ceremony, I'll openly and legitimately drag Ren into the ring.

Ren shrugged helplessly and could only slowly walk onto the ring.

"Sorcerers Mordo, we're all on the same side, please go easy on him later," Ren pleaded sincerely.

Mordo laughed in anger, "Stop playing dumb with me! It's not certain who needs to hold back! Today I'm going to force you to use your full strength."

Mordo moved his wrists and neck, and his bones made a crisp popping sound.

After a brief period of rest, his strength has been fully restored.

"Stop talking nonsense, Ren. Same rules as always, let's start with hand-to-hand combat."