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

Chapter 63 One person suppresses inner fire, the other suppresses evil fire

Tang Yue's face turned pale, and her breathing became erratic.

That punch was an outburst of anger, and combined with the effects of the medicine and the curse, her condition was rapidly declining.

Chao He realized this, and the ferocity on his face gradually subsided.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Tang Yue with an increasingly sinister look in his eyes.

"Finished?"

"Now it's my turn."

Tang Yue swayed slightly, clearly unable to suppress the increasingly strong strange feeling within her body.

Just as Chao He was preparing to continue his advance, a giant fiery fist suddenly burst out of the forest without warning!

"Fierce Fist - Heaven-Shattering!"

boom!!!!

The punch came too suddenly, and Chao He had no time to think. He could only forcefully turn his body to the side, and at the same time, a semi-circular water shield suddenly condensed in front of him.

The fiery fist slammed heavily onto the water shield, blasting out a large cloud of white mist and waves of fire.

Chao He was so shocked that he staggered back several steps, and blood spilled from his mouth again.

He suddenly looked up and stared intently at the direction of the woods.

Mo Fan emerged from the shadows, his face expressionless.

"You bullied my teacher, did you even ask me?"

Chao He was taken aback at first, then laughed, his smile full of cruelty.

"I thought it was someone else."

"Turns out he's just a kid who's barely entered the mid-level."

He stared at Mo Fan, his gaze sweeping over him quickly, as if assessing the weight of his prey.

"Mid-level Fire Element?"

"You think you can just stand up like that?"

Mo Fan took a few steps forward, ignoring him, and stood in front of Tang Yue.

"Are you alright, Teacher Tang Yue?"

Tang Yue looked at Mo Fan, who was standing in front of her, and her lips moved as if she was about to speak, but she felt an even stronger wave of dizziness and heat surge up.

She could only force herself to suppress it, whispering, "Be careful—he's not that simple."

"I know," Mo Fan replied without turning his head.

Looking at the teacher and student, Chao He suddenly laughed even more strangely.

"interesting."

"Then I'll kill you first, and then deal with her slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, black energy and fire surged up from beneath his feet.

Mo Fan slowly raised his hand.

Mo Fan's palms were slightly open, and the heat from the flames still lingered between his fingers.

Chao He stared at him, the mockery at the corner of his mouth growing stronger.

"A fire mage who's just entered the mid-level ranks dares to block my way?"

"Your teacher is in this state, what gives you the right to..."

Mo Fan didn't respond to that, but only glanced at the layer of mist that hadn't completely dissipated in front of Chao He.

A shield surrounded by water.

Just as I remembered.

"You talk too much nonsense," Mo Fan said calmly.

Chao He's smile immediately turned cold.

"court death!"

Mo Fan, however, showed little panic. Instead, he abruptly stopped and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Chao He's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

wrong!

That kid is too calm!

The next second, Mo Fan raised his head, and a dark black lightning flashed in his eyes!

"Thunderbolt - Top-Down"

In the sky, a blinding dark arc of electricity struck down without warning!

Chao He's expression froze instantly.

Lightning element?!

Boom!

Where Chao He had been standing, only a pile of charred ashes remained.

After dealing with Chao He, Mo Fan inexplicably turned to look at Tang Yue.

"Teacher Tang Yue, are you alright? Do you need me to help you with this?"

"No—don't come any closer—" Tang Yue clutched her chest tightly, her voice trembling.

Looking at her like that, Mo Fan's throat went dry. Instead of leaving immediately, he grinned and said, "Teacher, that's not fair. Didn't you just say you'd marry me as long as I didn't die?"

Tang Yue's face flushed red instantly, and she glared at him angrily: "You actually believed what I said at that time?"

"I took it seriously," Mo Fan took half a step forward, staring into her chaotic eyes. "Or are you trying to back out?"

No, this bastard doesn't have much willpower. If we delay any longer, we'll really start an open-air battle. I have to find a way to get rid of him. If I can have about ten minutes to sit quietly, I should be able to overcome it with my willpower. A mage's spirit is much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Oh, right, Mei Yan!

"Mo Fan, get out of here and go refine the Rose Flame!" Tang Yue said through gritted teeth.

"Sure." Mo Fan rubbed his nose. "Just ask me once, and I'll go."

"You're dreaming!"

"Then admit it: when you said 'marry me,' you weren't just trying to coax me."

Tang Yue's chest heaved, and her ears burned red.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Fan became bolder and whispered in Tang Yue's ear, "Teacher, are you in such a hurry to get rid of me because you're afraid I'll take advantage of you, or because you're afraid you won't be able to hold on?"

"roll!!!"

Tang Yue practically shouted this.

Mo Fan was satisfied with being scolded, and he took two steps back with a smile: "Fine, I'll get lost, but remember, you promised to marry me."

"If anything happens, just call me, and my fiancé will be there for you."

"Mo Fan!!!"

After Mo Fan turned and walked away, everything fell silent.

The quieter it was, the harder it was for Tang Yue to endure.

When Mo Fan was still standing in front of her, all she could think about was how to get that little rascal away; but once he was gone, the tension she had been holding back relaxed, and the surging heat within her became even more pronounced, as if she had no more inhibitions, and it gradually spread throughout her body.

"Damn it—" Tang Yue cursed under her breath, not knowing whether she was cursing Mo Fan or herself.

She forced herself to sit cross-legged, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her mind. But Mo Fan's words seemed to linger in her ears, echoing over and over again.

"But you promised to marry me..."

"If anything happens, my fiancé is available anytime..."

6"

"Who agreed to that?!" Tang Yue bit her lip, her ears burning, and her breathing became unsteady.

The more I try not to think about it, the clearer that smug, irritating smile becomes.

She felt both ashamed and angry, wishing she could drag Mo Fan over right now and give him a good beating—of course, with magic, nothing else. But the next second, she was startled by her own thought, her chest heaving violently, almost causing her to lose her posture.

No.

If this continues, something really bad is going to happen.

Tang Yue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and began to gradually mobilize her mental energy to suppress the surging heat. But that thing was not so easy to control; the more she suppressed it, the stronger the rebound became. Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

On the other side, Mo Fan had already walked up to Mei Yan.

The flames hovered there, their light eerily bright, their crimson tongues swaying gently, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura. Normally, Mo Fan would have pounced on them with eyes gleaming, but at this moment, his mind was completely elsewhere.

Because he could still faintly hear the sounds coming from Tang Yue's side.

It's very light.

It was so light it seemed like she was deliberately holding it in.

It is precisely because you endure it that it becomes even more agonizing.

Mo Fan forced himself to bring his attention back, staring at Mei Yan in front of him, muttering to himself, "Damn, the fire seed is a good thing, and so is Teacher Tang Yue—no, no, I need to refine the fire seed first, refine the fire seed first."

He sat down cross-legged and began to refine the rose flame.

But not long after, a very soft groan came from behind, as if someone finally couldn't hold back and let out a little sound from between their teeth.

Mo Fan froze, almost losing his composure on the spot.

"Damn it—" He opened his eyes, the veins on his forehead throbbing, (皿+#) "Who can withstand this?"

He glanced back.

From a distance that wasn't too close or too far, all that could be seen was Tang Yue still sitting there, her figure trembling slightly, her clothes even more disheveled than before. As if sensing Mo Fan's gaze, she immediately said coldly, "What are you looking at? Keep refining!"

The sound was clearly panting.

Mo Fan laughed after she scolded him.

"He can still swear, so it seems like he's not in serious trouble."

"Mo Fan!" Tang Yue exclaimed, furious and embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I won't watch." Mo Fan raised his hands, looking innocent, but still had that cheeky tone, "But teacher, if you really can't hold on, don't force yourself. Your fiancé is right here, he can't run away."

"roll!!!"

Tang Yue's curse was delivered with great force, which satisfied Mo Fan, who then withdrew his gaze and continued refining the Rose Flame.

In the small reservoir, the firelight flickered gently.

One person forcefully suppressed their inner fire, while the other forcefully suppressed their inner turmoil.

No one is much better off than anyone else.

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