Chang Feng stared at him for a long time, finally asking, "What is your profession?"
"Mage."
"Hmm?"
Chang Feng was momentarily stunned, his gaze vacant. This was the first time he felt that an Elite Level Mage, under normal circumstances, could actually become a mage. Those who couldn’t become a mage with Spiritual Talent usually ended up in Support roles; an Elite Level Mage was indeed quite rare.
"I don’t believe you," he said.
Ye Mingqiu extended his hand, gathering Spiritual Energy in his palm and using it to form a magical template. Soon, a crimson flame appeared in his palm, burning fiercely.
During his training in the Little Spirit Realm, Ye Mingqiu had been learning magic. Now, the magic he used had grown to a certain scale; though not very strong, he at least looked like a mage.
"You really are a mage?"
Chang Feng looked at the flame in surprise, slightly furrowing his brows, and then asked, "What is Euler’s Theorem?"
"Euler’s Theorem?"
Ye Mingqiu paused to think, then responded earnestly, "Euler’s Theorem is a principle where shouting ’Euler Euler Euler Euler...’ crazily can increase the power of a move."
"... You really live up to being an Elite Level Mage; that answer certainly has an elite vibe," Chang Feng retorted.
"I really don’t know,"
Ye Mingqiu helplessly spread his hands and said, even though he knew the real meaning of Euler’s Theorem. But now, he was an Elite Level Mage, and a clueless young mage shouldn’t know too much.
"Then what do you know?"
"Lighting Skill, Fireball Skill, Earth Flow Spear, Wind Walking Skill, Magic Shield... I also know a little about other magic, but I’m not very skilled in them," Ye Mingqiu’s gaze was as clear as a college student’s.
"Forget it, I can’t trust you, goodbye. Don’t cling to me, or... I’ll kill you," Chang Feng left behind a cold look and turned away.
Ye Mingqiu watched his departing figure, sighed, and exclaimed, "How scary."
...
North City District
The air was murky and foul, filled with the pungent smell of rust, old machine oil, and residual chemicals.
The silhouette of enormous factory buildings appeared like prehistoric beasts lurking in the storm-covered night; windows mostly remained as dark empty holes, twisted steel bars menacingly stabbed towards the thunderous sky.
"This environment is really terrible,"
Ye Mingqiu murmured as he continued forward, stepping on cracked cement blocks and weeds growing through the gaps, each step possibly landing on discarded parts or slippery moss.
Strange noises echoed from the machinery factory, uncertain if it was the wind or the creaking of metal under stress, reverberating through the empty, silent ruins.
Ye Mingqiu didn’t turn on any lighting equipment but could clearly sense the outlines of the surrounding environment. This wasn’t some special ability, but the strong perceptive power of his spirit.
Then, like a silent shadow, he deftly navigated through fallen scaffolding, bypassed piles of rusted scrap metal, finally reaching his destination—the iconic enormous assembly workshop in the Zhenxing Machinery Factory, where Chang Feng had already arrived.
Chang Feng seemed very confident in his strength, choosing to actively strike out even knowing Ye Mingqiu might reach this place too.
Of course, he might have a backup plan or a stealth skill like an Assassin.
On one side of the workshop, a massive, heavy iron door coated with dark red rust was half-open, resembling a demon from hell opening its abyssal maw, ready to devour.
Inside the door was a bottomless darkness; Ye Mingqiu could hear the sounds of fighting echoing from within, accompanied by beast-like roars.
Has the battle started?
Ye Mingqiu stopped walking, smiling; the spirit realm’s usual concealment vanished, and the casually dressed youth instantly turned into a warrior clad in heavy armor, wearing a Cyan-Faced Fangs mask and wielding a blood-red Battle Spear, the combat aura deeply drew him in.
Feels like... killing something...
The Blood Spear shimmered, the pulsating crystalline patterns resembling vibrant blood vessels, connected to Ye Mingqiu’s hand, beating with life force.
He slowly moved, his footfalls made heavy, powerful sounds, like heavy objects hitting the ground, steadily approaching the other side of the door, surging tides of murderous intent and malice as though about to devour the target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Heavy footsteps echoed continuously, a terrifying presence naturally exuded, like a massive bell ringing, intimidating all battling on the other side of the door.
At some point, the fighting sounds ceased, leaving only a faint scent of blood slowly spreading in the air, attracting dreadful war monsters.
"Boom!!"
The Blood Spear pierced the air, instantly shattering the iron door, exposing the scene within—the confrontation between Chang Feng and three blood-red monsters.
At this moment, Chang Feng was drenched in blood, tightly holding a Silver Longsword, staring fiercely at the heavy armored monster behind the door while also warily eyeing the nearby blood-red monsters, his heartbeat racing to the extreme.
On the other side stood the blood-red monsters, their bodies sickeningly blood-red, like muscles skinned bare; their eyes resembled glowing hot coals, emitting scalding residual light in the darkness.
The three blood-red monsters bore sword wounds, oozing boiling blood like lava, sizzling as it hit the ground, their wounds visibly healing at a rapid pace.
"Bang!"
Heavy footsteps resounded again, the blood-red monsters shuddering as if stomped on the heart, staring fixatedly at the Blood Spear-wielding heavy armored monster by the door, whose Cyan-Faced Fangs guise and aura seemed more terrifying than these monsters.
They even wondered if this guy had killed more than these monsters had.
Humans are terrified, monsters are terrified too, they even unanimously paused the battle, collectively focused on the Tyrant coming through the door from the other side.
The rhythmic footsteps continued...
"Roar!!!"
Finally, one blood-red monster couldn’t withstand the eerie atmosphere anymore; it roared in anger, transforming into a shadow, darting out at a speed beyond human visual capture limits.
Sharp claws sliced through air, emitting a piercing screech, with intense bloodthirst and deathly aura, aimed straight at the Cyan-Faced Fangs mask.
But... it failed...
The Blood Spear was faster, swiftly and accurately piercing through the blood-red monster’s body, suspending it in mid-air, allowing its boiling blood to flow freely.
The corrosive boiling blood, like lava, dripped onto the Blood Spear but couldn’t affect it at all; even its blood got absorbed by the spear, making the crystalline blood patterns shine brighter, throb jubilantly as if it had found nourishment.
The blood-red monster skewered by the spear writhed in pain and despair, watching helplessly as its body got drained, transforming into a dried-out carcass that fell apart, scattering into a patch of black fragments.