When Zheng Qing raised the Colt Python and aimed it at Sephrano, the Fat Wizard was still quietly laughing at Zheng Qing in his heart.
Sure enough, he was a rookie who had barely been hunting. He did not know that the best response to a spell attack like this was to counter it with a spell of his own. The next best thing was to turn and run. Failing that, he could waste a protective talisman and hide beneath its turtle shell. He would lose the initiative, but he could still avoid the danger quite effectively.
But trying to interrupt his casting with a talisman bullet or some other spell, like Zheng Qing was doing, was simply the stupidest possible choice.
Even without considering the protective talismans hanging from his body, Sephrano was absolutely confident that he could land his curse on Zheng Qing before that talisman bullet fully took effect, then leave at his leisure.
But when the talisman gun fired and a talisman bullet shrouded in blood-red light burst from the gun muzzle and flew toward him, Sephrano knew that he had been terribly, terribly wrong.
The talisman bullet was not particularly large, and its speed after leaving the barrel was more or less visible to the naked eye. The only thing that caught Sephrano off guard was the immense, suffocating pressure that came flooding down with the crimson glow wrapped around it.
Damn stupidity!
Damn blood talisman!
Damn power!
Sephrano had every reason to believe that this talisman bullet contained a talisman personally refined from the heart's blood of some unknown Archwizard. Heaven have mercy, this was just a minor conflict on campus. Did it really require wasting such a precious talisman? Had Zheng Qing's brain been gnawed on by zombies?!
For a moment, Sephrano did