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"Impossible, the Crimson Chains can be used like this?"

"The Crimson Chains went head-to-head with the Ring of Raghadore, and almost crushed it to pieces?"

"And his scarlet chains are just too powerful!"

"..."

The monks couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves, looking at the scarlet chain in Wang Yang's hand with disbelief.

In their view, it should be impossible for anyone to use such magic.

If this magic hadn't appeared right in front of them, they probably wouldn't have believed it.

However, this was already enough to shock and move them.

Even the great mages were dumbfounded.

"The scarlet chains can seal and trap opponents, but what just happened was like a blade!"

"I seem to sense a powerful divine force contained within Wang Yang's scarlet chains!"

"This kid can control such immense power; it's simply unbelievable!"

"..."

Various discussions arose, and even the great mages were somewhat shocked by what they had just witnessed.

Modu, who made this move, had mixed feelings.

At this moment, he was completely focused and dared not lose his mind for even a moment. He felt that if he lost his mind even slightly, he would get hurt.

"Compared to the last time I saw Wang Yang's magic, it seems to have improved. Can this guy's magic power be increased indefinitely?"

Mordo was filled with complex emotions; he was no stranger to powerful magic.

However, most magic has a limit; no one can increase the power of magic forever.

However, Wang Yang's magic seemed to be able to increase its power at any moment.

At this moment, he could only use his two red shields to wield them, wielding them with such force that they were impenetrable, trying his best to block Wang Yang's scarlet chains.

"Master Mordo, you truly live up to your reputation; I was actually unable to break through your defenses!"

Wang Yang sighed inwardly. He felt that his magic wasn't powerful enough, otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to break through Modu's defenses.

Upon hearing this, Mordo became nervous.

Is this kid planning to use other magic?

A token gesture is enough; are you really planning to take it seriously here?

What if he really loses? How embarrassing would that be?

Just then, a storm struck.

Although the magic had not yet taken shape, Mordo, with his experience, already knew from the power he sensed that it was clearly the Wind of Vatum.

This relieved Mordo slightly, and the expression on his face softened.

Wang Yang was still giving him some face; he was still showing him respect.

Vatum's Wind is just a support spell, nothing special.

"The Wind of Vatum!"

Sure enough, Wang Yang let out a low shout.

Hearing Wang Yang's words, Mo Du breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he had guessed, it was indeed this magic.

"Since you're using this magic, I'll use this magic too. Watch how I suppress your Vatum Wind!"

He didn't teach Vatum the style; in his view, Wang Yang must have learned it himself later.

Such power is certainly no match for the magic he taught.

In that case, he might actually be able to suppress it.

boom!

A massive storm arose with a wave of Wang Yang's hand.

It was several times larger than the Vatum Wind that Mordo had unleashed.

Upon seeing this, Mordo's face froze, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end, and cold sweat poured down his back.

It soaked the clothes on his back.

boom!

His Vatum Wind was directly swallowed up.

A sense of terror arose spontaneously.

Isn't Vatum's Wind just a support spell?

How can it still be so powerful?

He even had a feeling that if it weren't for the limitations of this arena, Wang Yang might have directly destroyed this mirror space.

Suddenly, Modo remembered that someone had vandalized the library some time ago; wasn't it during such a powerful storm?

Could it be that Wang Yang destroyed the library?

Mo Du was shocked. He never expected Wang Yang to be so powerful.

How can we deal with this magic?

How can we possibly fight back?

If it weren't for so many people watching, he probably would have been so scared that he would have knelt down.

This is a life-or-death crisis.

Under such terrifying destructive power, he couldn't even utter a sound.

Mordo was filled with despair.

Is he going to be killed by a spell in the arena today?

At this moment, the mages who had been watching the magic were also shocked and their mouths were agape.

They felt their breathing quicken.

"This is actually the Wind of Vatum? You're clearly lying to me!"

"Even if the Sorcerer Supreme used this magic, it wouldn't be this powerful!"

"It's absolutely terrifying, absolutely terrifying!"

"Mage Mordo is quite powerful; he was able to face this magic head-on. If I were to face such magic, I would probably kneel down immediately!"

"Indeed, he is a Grand Mage after all, far beyond our reach!"

Chapter 72 Not Everyone Is Like Wang Yang, Not Human

A terrifying storm swept through, heading straight for Modu.

On the field, Wang Yang had already noticed that something was wrong with Modu.

"It seems too powerful?"

Wang Yang raised his hand and waved it, instantly reducing the power of the Vatum Wind by 90%.

"This should be enough to catch it!"

Wang Yang muttered to himself.

At the same time, despite having lost 90% of its power, the Vatum Wind still looked terrifying and swept directly toward Mordo.

Countless mages present gasped in shock at this moment.

Many people are worried about Modu.

After all, with such terrifying power, even some gravel that gets caught in it will be crushed into powder.

Just then, countless red lines appeared around Mordo on the arena, which then formed a huge shield that enveloped him.

It is the Shield of Seraphim!

boom!

The powerful aura of the storm spread out, and many mages were even blown away.

After the storm passed, the arena was once again revealed to the crowd.

Mordo, who was clearly black, had a pale face, and sweat was dripping down his body, soaking his clothes. He looked like he had just survived a disaster.

The entire mirror space fell silent, almost completely still.

Countless mages could not imagine that such terrifying magic existed.

Especially since this magic was only a support magic in their hands, but it became so powerful in Wang Yang's hands.

……

Although the ceremony did not end after Wang Yang and Mo Du's sparring, the battles of others could hardly give them such a strong feeling.

It feels like you've been given the finest delicacies, and now you're given simple meals – the difference is immense.

Strange has successfully become an apprentice mage.

However, he is not in a good mood at all right now.

Instead, I felt incredibly frustrated.

Although Wang Yang and he were not on the same level, the difference in magical power was simply too great.

Look at the magic in Wang Yang's hands, and then look at your own.

The gap between myself, an apprentice mage, and a real mage is far too great.

However, this only spurred him to work even harder.

He wants to strive to follow Wang Yang's example of letting go.

"Strange, you're here. Good!"

Wang Yang and Modu once again arrived at the training ground together to wait for Strange.