Martial Arts Mutation! The Support Spell Became a Forbidden Spell!
"No problem."
Ren nodded decisively, clasped his hands in a salute on the arena, and said, "Sorcerers Mordo, please enlighten me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ren suddenly exerted his strength and charged forward.
With a heavy stomp of his foot, the hard surface of the arena instantly exploded, creating a deep crater.
Amidst the flying debris, he moved like a cannonball, instantly closing the distance, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, aimed straight for Mordo's face.
A violent wind pressure rushed towards us.
Mordo's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his arms to block.
Thump!
A dull thud echoed throughout the stadium.
The force of the impact sent Mordo staggering back five or six steps before he could barely regain his footing.
The surrounding stands erupted in chaos.
"My God! Sorcerer Ren is this fierce even in melee combat? Mordo Sorcerers actually suffered a loss!"
"He knocked the Master back with a single punch—was he really Spellcaster?"
"This power is outrageous!"
The Sorcerers watching were dumbfounded.
Mordo steadied himself and forced a smile, "Good lad, you're quite strong."
He appeared as calm as a rock, but his hands, clasped behind his back, were trembling uncontrollably.
He was already cursing him to death in his heart.
This kid is an absolute monster!
After just one exchange, the bones in both arms were almost shattered!
To save face, Mordo gritted his teeth and extended his right hand to defend himself. "Come on, continue!"
Ren gave a shy smile and charged forward again.
Bang bang bang!
The sounds of fists and feet clashing rained down.
Faced with Ren's relentless onslaught, Mordo was completely reduced to a human punching bag.
They could only struggle to hold on, unable to find even the slightest chance to fight back.
The gasps from the stands grew louder and louder.
"Sorcerers Mordo is completely suppressed!"
"That's terrifying! They overwhelmed the Master with sheer physical strength!"
"His skills are so proficient, he doesn't seem like a beginner at all!"
Everyone stared in disbelief.
Even the core high-ranking officials of the central government could only manage a wry smile.
They were well aware of Mordo's close-combat skills, yet he was being thoroughly thrashed by a newcomer.
Just as the battle reached its climax...
"Bite!"
"The host's [Kamar-Taj Martial Arts] is immersed in intense battle and has entered a frenzy state!"
"The skill has undergone a positive mutation and has begun to evolve rapidly!"
"Ding! [Kamar-Taj Martial Arts] has successfully evolved into [Yagami Style Ancient Martial Arts]!"
The system's Electronic Voice faded.
Before Ren could even be surprised, a warm current instantly swept over his entire body.
Muscle strength doubled and surged, and stamina seemed to have no end.
He instinctively lifted his foot and stomped it down.
Boom!
The seemingly indestructible Obsidian arena was ripped open by the weight of the stones, leaving large, spiderweb-like cracks.
Holy crap?!
All the Sorcerers in the room gasped in shock.
"They even crushed Obsidian?!"
"With this level of physical strength, you call him Sorcerers? He's clearly a Berserker!"
"Perverted, absolutely perverted!"
Ren felt the surging destructive power within him and was secretly alarmed.
The system can even mutate Iori Yagami's fighting techniques from the King of Fighters, making it truly unhindered in combat.
Mordo, on the other side, was almost in tears.
What exactly is going on?!
As the fight went on, Ren's strength and speed kept increasing!
Mordo felt his defenses were about to collapse; his arms were so painful he lost all feeling in them, and his bones felt like they might break at any moment.
The basic fighting techniques in Kamar-Taj are only for self-defense, and their effectiveness is not much different from ordinary hand-to-hand combat.
What makes it possible for Ren to unleash such overwhelming power?
Having been constantly on the receiving end of beatings, Mordo felt extremely wronged.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he caught a glimpse of the bulging muscles beneath Ren's loose robes, and his eyes twitched wildly.
Is it reasonable for a Sorcerers to develop such exaggerated muscles?
Bang!
Ren delivered another heavy punch.
Mordo slid back several meters uncontrollably, his internal organs churning.
He secretly vowed that if he ever sparred with Ren again, he would be a dog!
Seeing that Ren was about to step forward again, Mordo had completely reached his limit.
He disregarded any semblance of mastery, hastily raised his hands high, and shouted for a halt.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
Mordo, panting heavily, waved his hands repeatedly, shouting for them to stop, "What did you eat to grow up like this? You're practically a human Hulk! You even crushed Obsidian!"
Ren withdrew his fist and took a half step back. He smiled shyly and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, "Sorcerers Mordo is exaggerating. I am just a Sorcerers of ordinary aptitude."
Mordo's lips twitched violently. "If you have ordinary aptitude, then I'm not even human!"
"Let's change our approach and exchange Magic directly. After all, Sorcerers don't rely on their fists for a living," Mordo quickly changed the subject.
Having been completely outmatched in hand-to-hand combat, he now doesn't even dare to use the word "sparring" anymore, only daring to say "exchange."
But he was very shrewd in his mind.
He's no match for melee fighters, but when it comes to Magic, he's a seasoned Master, and he should be able to hold his own against Ren for a while.
Regain your dignity today!
The two stood back at opposite ends of the ring.
Ren remained calm and composed, seemingly confident.
Mordo appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was feeling incredibly uneasy.
He actually had no confidence whatsoever when facing this freak in front of him.
"Master Mordo, please enlighten me," Ren said politely.
Mordo nodded slightly.
"Scarlet Contract Chains!"
Ren spread his arms wide.
Five thick, blood-red chains appeared out of thin air.
Mordo's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his hands abruptly, instantly unleashing the two Rings of Raggadorr to protect himself.
Ahead, five blood-red chains, like living, bloodthirsty serpents, rushed straight towards Mordo to strangle him.
Its speed was as fast as thunder, and its momentum was like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Creak!
The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed throughout the venue, like two huge steel plates colliding violently, giving everyone goosebumps.
"Impossible!"
A huge uproar instantly erupted in the surrounding stands.
The Sorcerers who were watching all rose from their seats, their eyes wide with astonishment.
"Are you kidding me? This is called the Scarlet Chains?"
"Five chains, five different auras! How can they be as hard as real iron chains!"
"Completely defies common sense! Such outrageous Spell has never appeared in Kamar-Taj before!"
"Even among the Sorcerer Supreme's ultimate techniques, I've never seen this move before!"
"This is absolutely groundbreaking in the history of Magic!"
The Sorcerers whispered excitedly to each other.
The Magic before their eyes completely overturned everyone's understanding.
Even the core Master on the central platform were dumbfounded.
"An energy body has actually transformed into a physical blade?"
"Its hardness is comparable to that of a fine steel sword!"
"It's pure Divine Power! This kid is a monster! Ordinary people would have been blown to bits by the backlash if they tried to borrow that power!"
The bigwigs were discussing it heatedly, their values being thoroughly discredited and challenged.
Mordo, who was in the lead, dared not be distracted.
He was on high alert, knowing that if he lost focus for even a second, he would be riddled with holes.
"Luckily, I had witnessed this move beforehand, so I was somewhat prepared," Mordo thought to himself, secretly relieved.
He wielded the red light shield in his hand with incredible skill, blocking the frenzied Onslaught from the front.
"Bite!"
"The host is currently engaged in a fierce battle with a powerful enemy."
"[Scarlet Contract Chains] My blood and qi surge, it feels incredibly exciting, my fighting spirit is soaring!"
"Skill successfully upgraded to level 7!"
Listening to the Electronic Voice in his mind, Ren nodded in satisfaction.
"Mordo Sorcerers, be on your guard, I'm about to switch tactics."
Ren immediately spoke up to remind him.
Mordo maintained a smile on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing.
Why take it seriously when it's just a casual game, a mere formality?
If I can't hold on, where will I put my face today?
"Winds of Watoomb!"
Ren shouted.
Upon hearing the name of the Spell, Mordo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly relaxed, and he even coughed to cover up his embarrassment.
At least this kid is sensible enough to know to let the ball go.
Winds of Watoomb is a support-type wind Magic with no offensive capabilities.
Buzz!
A dull roar suddenly exploded.
In the very center of the arena, a terrifying black storm suddenly rose from the ground!
This is precisely the mutated, advanced version of Ren's skill— Nebula Storm!
Mordo's composure froze instantly.
Every hair on his body stood on end, and large beads of cold sweat soaked through his entire back.
The Master's intuition for danger was screaming in his mind: Run!
You'll die!
Mordo felt as if he had returned to his apprentice days, facing the Hell Lord unarmed.
Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.
What the hell Winds of Watoomb?!
He hadn't learned how to use it, but he had seen others use it.
A normal Winds of Watoomb might just blow away some dust and cool you down.
What on earth is this black death storm that's tens of meters tall right in front of us?!
If it weren't for the arena barrier forcibly suppressing it, this violent black wind would have definitely torn the entire Mirror Dimension to shreds.
A single auxiliary Magic produced the devastating effects of a forbidden curse.
Mordo was on the verge of tears, finally accepting reality.
This young man in front of me is not a normal human being at all!