If they kept fighting, he would probably lose miserably.
Mordo conceded without hesitation.
Hearing Mordo's words, Wang Yang stopped, cupped his hands toward him, and gave a bashful smile.
"You flatter me, Master. I only have average talent!"
Mordo smiled wryly, then shook his head. "Enough. You, of all people, claiming to have average talent!"
"Master, besides sparring in Combat Techniques, we can spar with magic too. We're sorcerers, after all. Combat Techniques aren't our main means of fighting!"
Wang Yang changed the subject with a smile. How could he pass up a chance to acquire magical talent?
As a Master of the Mystic Arts, could Mordo really bring himself to refuse after Wang Yang had said that?
Still, he corrected him. "Not sparring. An exchange. Do you think I don't know what your magic is like?"
Although he was a Master of the Mystic Arts who knew many spells, and their power was formidable.
He should at least be able to hold out for a while.
At the very least, he shouldn't be overwhelmed and beaten so miserably right from the start, as he had been in hand-to-hand combat.
Still, he felt a little uneasy. Facing someone like Wang Yang put him under extraordinary pressure, after all.
"Master Mordo, please instruct me!"
Wang Yang cupped his hands.
Mordo nodded calmly.
Before Mordo could act, Wang Yang struck swiftly again.
Crimson Bands!
As he spoke the magical incantation, five Crimson Bands shot straight toward Mordo.
Mordo's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression turned grave. He clenched his fists, and two Rings of Raggadorr appeared in his hands.
But the five bands in Wang Yang's hands seemed alive, curling straight toward Mordo.
The red bands coiled in to strangle him like snakes.
Screech!
The scrape of metal rang out.
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