Wh-what is that?!
A pair of sinister, uncanny crimson eyes had seared itself deep into his mind. He would never forget them.
The three spinning black Tomoe seemed bottomless, like a hypnotic lullaby urging him to close his eyes forever, drawing him into an endless abyss.
What's going on? I cast Fear Haze on that kid. Why am I the one like this?
And what kind of sorcery are those strange red eyes?
No. It's a trap. I have to break free of this sorcery!
As a mage of the Psychic Element and Curse Element, Black Tiger had reached the Second Realm of mental strength. His mind was formidable.
Soon after the Sharingan hypnotized him, he recovered his thoughts and awareness and broke free.
The moment he did, he felt a scorching heat, as though his whole body were roasting inside a furnace.
He looked up. A massive blood-red fist of fire filled his vision, its flames raging as if they would set everything around it alight. It was hurtling straight at him!
"Motherfucker!"
With the fiery fist almost upon him, Black Tiger finally realized how much trouble he was in and cursed.
Even in that perilous instant, he was an Advanced Mage of the Shadow Element. He reacted at once, casting Shadow Escape to dive into the shadows.
It was a good idea, but he had underestimated the power of that Heaven-Shaking Fierce Fist.
The fist slammed into a tree and burned it to ash in an instant. Waves of fire spread in every direction, lighting up the surrounding area.
The next second, a figure flew backward out of the shadows. Flames caught on his Blue Cloak, and he skidded several meters across the ground.
"Argh!"
Blood-red flames raced across his body and burned his skin, wrenching a scream