The moment the referee announced the start of the match, a breeze swept gently past, and a faint rumble of thunder sounded.
Mo Xie's gaze sharpened. A purple-black star orbit flashed and vanished, and a bolt of purple-black lightning abruptly condensed in his palm.
Wang Yanfeng's expression changed. His earlier confidence gave way to alarm as he stared nervously at the lightning in Mo Xie's hand.
He had watched Mo Xie's previous two matches. In both, Mo Xie had deliberately given his opponents a chance to attack. He had assumed the guy preferred counterattacking, leading many people, Wang Yanfeng included, to believe that Mo Xie would never attack first.
But now, no one had expected Mo Xie, who had always favored counterattacks, to take the initiative today and catch his opponent off guard!
Lightning crackled. Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Xie swung his right arm and hurled the Thunder Seal.
The Thunder Seal danced wildly through the air, leaving a purple-black trail as it flashed straight toward Wang Yanfeng a short distance away.
An ordinary mage would have been utterly helpless against such a fast Thunder Seal.
But Wang Yanfeng was, after all, an outstanding military mage who had made it into the Forbidden Army's reserve unit. Even though he had not anticipated the attack, he froze for only a moment before immediately reacting.
A brown star orbit flickered in his eyes. The ground beneath his feet began to warp irregularly, as though it had turned into a swamp.
The next second, the ground suddenly shifted, moving him aside and allowing him to dodge the Thunder Seal.
The Thunder Seal slammed into the ground where he had been standing, leaving a deep, black crater from which a wisp of smoke rose.
Looking at the crater beside him, Wang Yanfeng broke