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

Chapter 49 Under Dongting Lake

The giant crocodile lying in the pool didn't move.

Muddy water was dripping down its lower jaw, and its eerie green eyes were fixed on Mo Fan.

Mo Fan also stopped.

He held the fire stick at an angle in his hand, the tip still glowing with a scorching golden light that illuminated half of his face.

next second.

The mud and water in front exploded first.

The giant crocodile lashed out with its tail, sending bits of grass, rotten leaves, and black water flying into Mo Fan's vision.

Immediately afterward, the giant crocodile that had been lying in the pool darted in from the side, incredibly fast.

Mo Fan raised his hand and struck with the stick.

The mud and water were shaken apart on the spot.

A flash of shadow magic appeared beneath his feet, and he moved sideways.

But the giant mouth almost grazed the trajectory of his dodge, biting not at the spot where he was standing, but at the point where he was about to land!

"Hold."

The fishy smell hit my face.

Mo Fan's eyes darkened, and he decided not to dodge anymore. He twisted his waist and swung the stick hard at its upper jaw!

boom! !

It exploded with a muffled thud.

The giant crocodile tilted its head, its sharp teeth clashing together with a piercing sound. Mo Fan's wrist went numb, and he almost dropped the stick.

The sound of the wind from behind pressed down again.

He didn't have time to turn around before he slid backward onto the ground.

boom!

The crocodile's tail slammed heavily against a large rock beside him, shattering it on the spot, with fragments flying around Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's eyes hardened, and he stepped forward instead.

They rushed in one step.

Strike!

Boom! !

The fire club struck the forelimb, instantly concentrating the compressed flames within it onto a single point. The giant crocodile's attack was immediately thwarted, its massive body crashing into the shallows, sending up a spray of dirty water.

Mo Fan has already pasted it.

The first blow is to the head.

The second stick is used to pick teeth horizontally.

The third blow was the heaviest, a 10-meter-long, bowl-thick fire stick swung directly behind the head!

boom!boom!boom! !

The giant crocodile roared and writhed in the muddy water, its tail thrashing wildly, causing water to burst open in layers, splashing water all over the bank. Several times it turned its head to bite, its mouth almost brushing against Mo Fan's clothes, but it was always a step too late.

Lingling stared at the scene, her brows furrowed.

This fire stick is comparable to a demon-king in terms of defense, and its suppressive power is even stronger than she expected.

Suddenly, the giant crocodile in the pool sank its entire body.

The next second, instead of biting, it sprinted through the mud and water, heading straight for Mo Fan's calf!

The black shadow beneath Mo Fan's feet dissipated, and his Shadow Step was extended.

But as soon as he landed, the thick, long tail lashed back using its momentum.

There were almost no warning signs.

Until the wind pressure hit my face.

Mo Fan immediately blocked with a stick!

boom! !

The blow landed squarely, sending him staggering backward. His shoes dug two long furrows in the wet mud, his arms went numb, and his palms burned.

"Oh shit."

Mo Fan shook his hand.

Instead, he laughed.

The giant crocodile didn't chase after it to bite; it just lay there panting, making low gurgling sounds in its throat, with foul-smelling saliva constantly dripping from its mouth. Several places on its head and neck had been charred by the fire poker, and the side of its head was still twitching slightly.

Lingling suddenly spoke up: "There's something hanging from its mouth."

Mo Fan was taken aback and looked over.

The water plants were entangled in the mud, which was mixed with bloodstains.

In the blink of an eye, he saw a small piece of fabric.

It's mushy, grayish-black, and the edges are fuzzy.

There were still dark bloodstains on it.

Mo Fan's eyes suddenly lit up with golden light.

"So it was you, my eight million!"

As if sensing that Mo Fan was not someone to be trifled with, the giant crocodile in the deep pool let out a low growl, pushed off with its hind legs, and began to retreat into the deep water.

"Don't let it get away," Lingling said quickly.

"Nonsense, I'm terrified of being poor."

Mo Fan stood still.

The fire nebula in the spiritual world has lit up.

Forty-nine fire-elemental stars ignited in succession, and the scorching power of the flames surged into the arm through the meridians and then into the staff. The entire fire staff suddenly lit up, as if it had just been pulled from the flames, its golden-red color dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, he also incorporated the lightning element into it.

"Buzz!!"

The stick began to vibrate.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the heat, with tiny arcs of electricity flickering and dancing among the flames.

Lingling's eyes widened in surprise; it was the first time she had ever seen lightning and fire magic combined.

Lingling pursed her lips and remained silent.

But the giant crocodile lying in the pool changed first.

Demons' instincts are often faster than humans'.

It suddenly turned around and darted into the water, no longer caring about its original ferocious nature.

"Now you know to run away?"

Mo Fan stomped through the mud and charged forward!

In almost a breath, Mo Fan had already reached its side and rear.

The giant crocodile suddenly turned its head, opened its mouth to bite, and at the same time swept its tail across, clearly intending to fight to the death.

Mo Fan didn't dodge at all this time.

With both hands gripping the stick, his waist, back, shoulders, arms, and wrists twisted into a single force in an instant, forcing the fire and thunder together and smashing them down hard at the point where their heads and backs met!

"Get down on your knees!"

When the stick fell, fire exploded first.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of lightning flashed!

boom!!

It was as if the entire shallow beach was shaken by the impact; the mud and water churned up in all directions, and the pebbles jumped around.

The giant crocodile lying in the pool froze completely.

His head slammed heavily into the mud.

The thick armor on his back cracked first, followed by a second and a third crack that spread rapidly, exploding all the way with a cracking sound. Black marks quickly spread across his entire back from where the stick had struck!

Its mouth was still open, but only a few broken growls could be squeezed out of its throat.

His limbs twitched twice.

It stopped moving.

The surroundings fell silent.

Only the lake water splashed back down.

Mo Fan stood there, leaning on his fire stick, exhaling a breath of stale air, his chest heaving violently.

Lingling then approached, first glancing at the corpse, then at the fire stick in Mo Fan's hand.

"I forgot to tell you, its skin is very valuable."

Mo Fan turned his head to look at her.

"Huh?? Are you kidding me! I'm so ripped off!"

Lingling ignored his comment and squatted down to examine the body.

Before long, she found the torn strips of cloth near the crocodile's mouth and pulled out half of a deformed metal fastener from the crevices of its forelimb claws.

"It matches up now."

Her voice deepened.

"Those hunting teams died at its hands."

As soon as the words were spoken, a wisp of faint spirit slowly rose above the corpse.

Mo Fan's eyes immediately lit up.

He felt secretly pleased.

It's not a loss.

The little mudfish pendant on his chest immediately became hot, and the essence was pulled directly in, flashing with light, clean and swift.

Deeper inside, there was only a hazy mist, layer upon layer, which the wind could not disperse.

"This giant crocodile shouldn't be active in the shallows," she said softly.

Mo Fan followed the gaze and narrowed his eyes.

"Were you kicked out?"