Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

Chapter 385 is too cruel!

"Thousand Layers of Fiery Feathers!"

The flames surrounding Mo Fan gradually began to sway behind him, vaguely dividing into many feather-like shapes. As more and more of these feather-like flames appeared, the outline of fire feathers began to emerge!
The Thousand-Layer Fire Feathers: With a mere thought from Mo Fan, these fiery feathers would fly out all at once, each exploding to create a spectacular sense of layering and immense power! This skill is extremely effective against large creatures and numerous demons.

Mo Fan's two enormous fiery wings suddenly unfurled and then flapped heavily backward.

As the bright red fire feathers fluttered, they all exploded, generating a powerful propulsive force behind Mo Fan, propelling him forward.

Flying close to the ground, its burning body transformed into a flaming cannonball, hurtling straight toward the gray-clothed iron corpse.

Unlike most corpses, the Gray Cloth Iron Corpse was not sluggish. Its hard legs suddenly sank down, and it unleashed a powerful punch towards the direction from which Mo Fan was attacking.

As you can see, the sharp, cyan fist energy collided with Mo Fan, who was enveloped in rose flames and tribulation flames.

When the two forces collided, the flames clearly had the upper hand.

As the fist's energy dissipated, Mo Fan kicked the gray-clothed iron corpse in the abdomen.

The abdomen of the gray-clothed iron corpse caved in instantly under Mo Fan's foot, and terrifying flames erupted from the point of contact, the calamity flames surging into its body like a raging dragon!
"BOOM!!"

With a deafening explosion, the gray-clothed iron corpse's body shattered from the inside, and blazing flames erupted from its eye sockets, mouth, nose, and joint gaps, instantly turning it into a raging fireball!

The aftershocks of the flames swept across the surroundings, blasting a charred crater in the ground. The remains of the gray-clothed iron corpse rapidly carbonized in the high temperature, eventually turning into a pile of ashes, which were then completely dissipated by the hot wind.

Mo Fan slowly withdrew his leg, the flames of tribulation swirling around him, reflecting his cold and stern face.

He glanced at the scorch marks on the ground and scoffed, "I thought it was a speed bump."

The onlookers were stunned. They had expected a fierce battle, but Mo Fan had simply kicked the infamous Iron Corpse into dust!

"This undead was obviously incredibly heavy; it even sank into the mud when it stood there. How could it have been kicked to death by Mo Fan with a single kick?"

“Mo Fan is a high-level mage, with two flames, two kinds of spirit-level flames… and the power of each feather on his wings is no less than that of a fierce fist. Compared to Mo Fan, my strength is far inferior,” Dongfang Lie said.

"No wonder, look at this Egyptian, he was all smiles just now, but now he looks like he's eaten shit."

"Mo Fan, give him a good beating!"

Strength is the only true measure of success. Seeing Mo Fan gain an absolute advantage, the students in the National Hall, who had been holding back their frustration, finally felt a sense of relief!

Egypt is absolutely outrageous!
"Do you want to admit defeat, Egyptian, or should I just punch you and cripple you halfway through your body?" Mo Fan said with a smile.

It's so satisfying to step on those foreigners with such a strong sense of superiority!

Said didn't speak. His expression was indeed very ugly. His strength was still weak in front of a high-level mage who had control over the power. However, he had already made his threats, and now he was in a difficult situation.

Moreover, he didn't want to lose, because if they lost, their Egyptian team would lose the Challenger title that was actually within their grasp.

“Damn it, I really underestimated you, you yellow-skinned monkey. You’re a high-level mage, and you’ve even shown your control… Come out, Tai.” Said continued to call out.

The murky well reappeared, and a large black bone knife emerged from it.

First, a large black bone scalpel appeared, followed by the undead's body—a creature of extreme stature, both fat and muscular, clad in layers of white shrouds...

"Mwah~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The mummy with the deadly blade roared like a bull, its voice so loud it made people's eardrums vibrate.

Mo Fan picked at his ear: "I was just kidding you. If you don't admit defeat, I'll still beat you half to death!"

Flames danced in the air, and fiery feathers rapidly gathered behind Mo Fan, forming two dazzling, blazing wings that, once unfurled, were even more magnificent and imposing! "Meteor Fist!!"

"Flame Dragon!!!"

Mo Fan used his most proficient and explosive skill!
The fist seemed to spark with intense heat as it rubbed against the air. Mo Fan was incredibly fast, leaving the two different colored spirit flames on his fist far behind, trailing behind a long tail of fire dragons. It was as if the fire dragon followed even before the fist was thrown, exuding an aura of dominance!

"boom!"

Enveloped in a dazzling flame, Mo Fan became one with his fist, achieving a state of perfect harmony between man and fist. The fist's light was blindingly bright, crashing into the Death Blade Mummy like a meteor.

The aura of this meteor fist was completely different from before. Said was now panicking. His shadow magic was completely ineffective in defense, and the Death Blade Mummy could not do anything effective either. He could only raise the black bone sword to block.

The power of the Meteor Fist Flame Dragon is even stronger than that of high-level magic. With the addition of this jet-like speed, the power of the fist and the flames are further enhanced!

A ball of red fire exploded on the Death Blade Mummy, sending it flying backward.

The black bone knife broke off, and the body parts were scattered everywhere like wrecked car parts, with blood splattering in large pools...

Said's face turned deathly pale as he watched helplessly as his strongest undead creature was torn to pieces by Mo Fan's punch, even his black bone sword was shattered into fragments.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Mo Fan shook the sparks off his fist and grinned, "I meant it. I wasn't kidding."

Mo Fan didn't use his domain, nor any other element. He originally thought that this punch would cripple Said as well, but he didn't expect that the Death Knife Mummy was harder than he imagined.

However, since all the undead were dead, Sayyid couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Said stopped chanting necromancy; he only had these two undead spells he could muster, and both of them had been killed by Mo Fan…

"Mind control!"

Mo Fan's gaze sharpened, his silver pupils locking onto Said's neck.

"Cough cough!! I... I won't lose... I won't lose!!" Said shouted angrily.

Mo Fan remained silent. This extremely arrogant Egyptian deserved to be taught a lesson. Mo Fan focused all his mental energy on Said's arm.

Said felt immense pressure on his arm, as if he were being clamped by pliers.

"Do you want your arm broken?" Mo Fan asked.

"No, no," Said immediately begged in a low voice.

He dared not run, fearing that if he did, it wouldn't be his mental power anymore, but his Meteor Fist!

"Fine, then!"

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