Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 45 Ten-Meter Stick

Mo Fan stared at his fingertips, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.

"One more time."

He raised his hand and flicked it, sending another wisp of fire flying out.

The dark red flame trailed a thin tail, with a ring of pale gold flame patterns around its edge like silk threads. The flame should have dissipated quickly after leaving the hand, but this time, the wisp of fire only trembled slightly and stopped steadily in mid-air.

Lingling stared at the ball of fire, her brows immediately furrowing.

"Don't move."

Mo Fan ignored her and tentatively probed her with his spiritual power.

The next second, as if receiving a command, the wisp of floating flame suddenly shrank towards the center.

The scattered flames suddenly condensed into a slender, golden-red fire needle.

Mo Fan himself was stunned for a moment.

"It can actually take shape?!"

With a flick of his finger, the fire needle flew out and embedded itself in a piece of scrap metal not far away.

"puff!"

The fire needle, like a real weapon, pierced halfway into the hole.

"boom!"

A muffled explosion erupted from inside the iron plate, causing the entire plate to arch backward violently, cracking instantly in the center and spreading out a ring of fine vibrations around it.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched.

"Holy crap?"

Lingling quickly walked over, squatted down, glanced at the crack, and then reached out to touch the edge of the explosion. As soon as her fingertips touched it, she immediately withdrew them.

Her eyes became more serious.

"This is not an ordinary explosion."

Mo Fan walked over, grinning, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lingling stood up and glanced at the cracked iron plate.

"The fire on the outside wasn't too bad; the real destruction happened when it exploded inside."

She paused, her gaze returning to the ring of cracks.

"There will be further fluctuations."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's smile stretched almost to his ears.

"Does that mean I've really struck gold this time?"

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Lingling rolled her eyes at him.

"Don't get too cocky yet. It's not certain whether you'll even survive to figure it out."

Mo Fan didn't take that sentence seriously at all; instead, he became even more excited.

If a half-foot-long fire needle can produce this effect, what if it were pressed even larger?

Thinking of this, he raised his right hand, palm up.

Seven stars lit up in succession, and magical energy rapidly gathered in the palm of the hand. Dark red flames shot up, but instead of spreading out as usual, they began to compress wildly inward under the pull of the golden spiritual seed power.

A series of fine crackling sounds suddenly filled the air, as if something was being forged in high temperature.

Lingling's expression changed slightly.

"Mo Fan, stop!"

Mo Fan seemed not to hear at all, his eyes fixed on the flame in his palm.

The flames suddenly stretched out in the next second!

one foot.

Three feet.

Five feet.

The flames extended all the way, eventually condensing into a giant fire stick ten meters long in Mo Fan's hand!

The two ends are golden and shiny, while the middle is a dark red that is almost black. The staff is straight, and there are strands of golden flame patterns slowly flowing on its surface.

The moment the long rod took shape, the surrounding temperature suddenly soared.

The ground pebbles crackled and popped from the heat, and even the nearby air was distorted by the intense heat.

Mo Fan clenched his fists, and his whole body perked up.

"Holy crap—"

"Isn't that the Golden Cudgel?!"

Lingling's eyes twitched involuntarily as she looked at the ridiculously exaggerated fire stick.

"Is nothing else on your mind besides showing off?"

Mo Fan weighed the fire stick in his hand, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"No, it really feels like it!"

As he spoke, he casually swung his hand.

The long staff drew a blazing arc in mid-air, showing no signs of dissipating. Instead, it emitted a deep hum, as if it were a real entity.

Mo Fan himself was stunned for a moment.

It's not fake.

At least when he held it, it really looked like a weapon.

Lingling stared at the stick in his hand, her brows furrowing even deeper instead of relaxing.

"Don't swing it randomly, test its stability first."

Mo Fan had already turned his head, his gaze fixed on the abandoned iron smelting chimney outside the factory.

The chimney stood tall in the night, its massive body blackened by years of smoke and fire, its base a heavy concrete foundation, with a rusty steel staircase winding around it.

This kind of thing is perfect for testing your skills.

Mo Fan grinned.

"You're the one!"

"Mo Fan!"

As soon as Lingling opened her mouth, Mo Fan had already dragged the exaggeratedly long stick with one hand, stomped his foot, and rushed out!

They snatched the long stick.

The next second, the stick slammed heavily onto the lower half of the outer wall of the chimney!

"Thump!!!"

In that instant, it didn't feel like flames hitting the target at all; rather, it felt like a real heavy weapon was falling down!

Immediately afterwards, the fire power compressed to its limit inside the stick finally found an outlet and exploded along the point of contact!

"boom!!!"

A burst of dark red and gold flames suddenly erupted, instantly cracking the outer wall of the chimney. Large chunks of charred concrete and broken steel bars flew everywhere, creating a huge gap at the point of contact.

The cracks spread upwards along the tower, like a spider web suddenly opening, and the entire chimney emitted a dull thud.

The rusted steel staircase on the outside twisted and deformed on the spot, and a string of broken iron pieces fell down with a crash.

After the explosion, a noticeably delayed shock spread outwards.

The ground trembled violently, and years of accumulated coal ash and rust dust were instantly thrown up. Gravel and glass shards within a dozen meters around jumped up at the same time, and even the broken steel frame next to it cracked open with a "crack".

Mo Fan himself was so startled by the commotion that he stopped for a moment.

"That's incredible!"

Lingling stood behind, remained silent for two seconds, and then coldly uttered, "If you were to hit someone on the head with this thing, you wouldn't even need to collect the corpse."

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Mo Fan looked down at the fire stick in his hand.

It's still there.

It did not immediately disintegrate because of the previous attack; the golden flame patterns on the staff only dimmed slightly, but the overall shape remained intact.

Mo Fan tried to weigh it in his hand, and the more he weighed it, the more satisfied he became.

"It's not even a one-time use item."

Lingling then quickly walked to the gap in the chimney that had been blown open, her eyes sweeping over the cross-section, cracks, and the surrounding rubble that had been blasted apart.

She looked at it for a few seconds, and her voice gradually became calmer.

"It's not simply a matter of increasing power."

Mo Fan turned to look at her.

Lingling stood up and looked back at the fire stick.

"Your fire-flavored snack has been pressed into shape."

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"The flames are locked inside until they hit the target, which is why they resemble a physical weapon."

She paused, looking at the charred and shattered cross-section deep inside the chimney's gap.

"Once it's compacted, the material inside will explode from the point of contact."

Mo Fan smacked his lips.

"That sounds really impressive."

Lingling gave a cold laugh.

"If that's all you can see, then your brain is truly beyond saving."

She raised her chin, gesturing for him to look at the ring of rubble that had been kicked up by the tremor.

"The most troublesome thing is not the explosion, but the shockwave."

"The flame itself shouldn't have such a strong impact, which means that what you compressed in wasn't just high temperature and explosion."

Mo Fan was taken aback, looked down at the fire stick in his hand, and his expression became slightly more serious.

Lingling stared at it, her gaze growing sharper.

"Try again."

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Again?"

"Testing control, not testing demolition," Lingling said irritably.

She stared at the fire stick and immediately began giving instructions.

"Get out of your hands first."

"Let's see how long it lasts."

"Then try to take it apart."

Mo Fan grinned.

"Okay, whatever you say."

He casually tossed the ten-meter-long stick into the air.

After the fire stick left his hand, it did not immediately dissipate, but instead hovered steadily in mid-air for a moment.

Lingling's pupils contracted slightly.

"Can it really be maintained without manual intervention?"

Mo Fan realized something was wrong, and his eyes lit up.

The next second, a thought struck him.

The entire long staff suddenly disintegrated, transforming into more than a dozen streams of golden-red fire that swirled rapidly in mid-air, like a group of fire snakes suddenly released.

After circling once in the air, they all converged towards the center under Mo Fan's control.

"Buzz!"

The long stick takes shape again.

This time, Lingling's expression really changed.

"Even if it falls apart, it can still be put back together?"

She stared at the fire stick that had reformed, her voice lowering slightly.

Mo Fan slowly gripped the long staff, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

If it's just about condensing flames into weapons, then it's at most a novel idea.

But if it can be maintained, or even continued to be manipulated, dismantled, and reassembled after being released—

That would mean something completely different.

Mo Fan gripped the long staff tightly and grinned at Lingling.

"Lingling."

"what?"

"Suddenly, I feel like my loss of 20 million isn't so terrible after all."

Lingling looked at him and gave a cold laugh.

"yes."

"The premise is that you don't blow yourself half to death before you fully understand it."

The night wind blew in from between the dilapidated factory buildings.

Not far away, ash was still falling from the huge crack in the abandoned chimney.

The golden-red fire stick hummed softly in Mo Fan's hand, and golden flame patterns slowly moved across its surface.

Lingling stared at the thing, her gaze still unwavering.

"This thing is most likely not an ordinary spirit seed."

Mo Fan's smile gradually faded.

He looked down at the long stick in his hand, his gaze gradually becoming serious.

A very strong feeling suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

This stick—

This is probably far from the true limit of this spirit seed.

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