Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 246 The Escalating Sparring

Vlame's smile froze completely, and the fruit in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

An invisible tension, like a taut bowstring, permeated the space between the resting group.

The fruit at Vlamé's feet seemed to act as a fuse, finally igniting the eerie atmosphere.

She looked at Celia, whose expression was indifferent, her words still echoing in her ears. Then she looked at Lord, who showed no sign of refusal. The courage she had been building up over the past few days and the surging love she felt finally broke through her last bit of hesitation.

But she did not choose the most drastic approach.

She took a deep breath, picked up the fruit, wiped off the dust, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, carefully laid it on the ground, and then placed the fruit on it.

After doing all this, she looked at Ms. Celia, who was still holding Lord, with an extremely resolute look in her eyes, and even her tone unexpectedly carried an almost formal sense of challenge.

“Teacher Celia,” her voice was clear, “I have always admired your power and regarded you as the ultimate goal on the path of magic. Today, your disciple Vlame wishes to have a spar with you?”

She deliberately used the word "sparring" in an attempt to disguise the conflict as a legitimate master-disciple contest.

But her eyes, her tightly clenched fists, and the magical energy that involuntarily began to gather around her all proved her true intentions.

She wanted to use her own strength to prove to this seemingly insurmountable peak that she was qualified to stand beside Professor Lord, and even compete with her!

Upon hearing this, Ella's expression changed instantly. She immediately wanted to step forward to stop Vlame's reckless actions, but was glared at by Celie and kept in her tracks.

She could only frantically try to signal Vlame with her eyes, attempting to get him to retract his outrageous statement.

Even Frilian noticed that something was wrong.

Lord frowned.

It seems that Vlamé has been driven mad by love; he's eaten too many red beans and is now lovesick.

He was about to say something, but Celia reacted first.

She looked at Vlamé, her gaze devoid of any emotion, only a pure and utter coldness.

"Sparring?" Celia repeated the word, her tone devoid of any emotion. "How do you want to spar?"

Vlamour felt a pang of unease at Serie's overly calm reaction, but the arrow had already been released and there was no turning back.

She forcefully suppressed the excitement in her heart and declared loudly, "Naturally, in the manner of a magician! Please instruct me, teacher!"

“Okay!” Celia chuckled, releasing Lord from her embrace.

The crowd immediately stepped back, clearing a space for the two of them.

“You’re even more foolish than I thought!” Celia said, looking at Volamere, who was already in a fighting stance.

Before she could finish speaking, Vlamem's magical power erupted!

Vlame knew that any probing against Celie would be futile; only by going all out could he possibly... show her his determination!
She thrust her wand forward with a swift motion, and countless spears of light, imbued with destructive energy, instantly condensed in the air. They tore through the air and pierced Celia at astonishing speed!
This attack surpassed the full-force strike of an ordinary archmage.

However, faced with this ferocious attack that could pierce through rock, Celia simply raised her hand casually, her fingers spreading in the air.

There were no complex magic circles, and even the slightest fluctuations in magical energy were barely noticeable.

A solid magical shield instantly appeared in front of all the light guns.

boom--! ! !
A deafening explosion echoed through the woods!
The violent energy turbulence splashed wildly, blasting the surrounding grass into scorched patches. However, the seemingly fragile shield remained completely still, without even a ripple.

The terrifying spear of light struck it, but aside from emitting futile energy turbulence, it could not advance an inch and eventually dissipated into nothingness after exhausting its energy.

Vlame's pupils contracted sharply. Although he was mentally prepared, the shock he felt when he saw his full-force attack being so easily neutralized was still beyond measure.

Teacher Celie's strength is truly amazing!
“Too weak.” Celia’s cold voice rang out, just like her daily instruction. “The magic concentration was too rushed, more than 20% of the energy was lost, and the control was also lacking. It’s all show and no substance.”

Her comments were very accurate, perfectly pointing out the problems with Volameh's magic.

"It's not over yet!" Vlame gritted her teeth, unleashing her magic power, and more magic circles lit up around her.

In an instant, a torrent of colorful high-level magic poured down on Celie like a storm!

Vlame unleashed all her magic, releasing every offensive spell she possessed without reservation, engulfing the entire forest in a raging torrent of magical energy.

Ella was already so frightened that she pulled Freya back one step at a time. The space that had been cleared for the two of them earlier was no longer enough for them to squander, and the aftershocks of the battle were still spreading.

Frillie stared wide-eyed at the frenzied magical clash, her small mouth slightly agape.

Faced with Vlame's magical release, Celia finally began to take it seriously.

This disciple is far more accomplished in magic than he imagined.

But it's not enough!
With each wave of her hand, a corresponding spell would silently appear, canceling out Vlame's attack.

Lord watched as the two escalated their "sparring," his expression growing increasingly serious.

He had two magic circles in his hands, which were shield magic, and had been quietly applied to the two of them to prevent anyone from getting hurt.

However, as Volame and Seria used increasingly powerful magic, Lord began to doubt whether his magic shield could withstand it.

But it doesn't matter.

He comforted himself with this thought.

He was confident in Celia's abilities; she could easily defeat Volamey, making him realize the gap in skill and dispel his unrealistic fantasies.

But for some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

On the other side, Vlame's breathing became increasingly rapid, his magic power was rapidly depleting, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She felt as if she were fighting against a god; all her attacks were easily neutralized by the other party, and she could even see the smugness on Teacher Celie's face.

Is the gap really that big?
A profound sense of powerlessness almost consumed her.

"Why...why doesn't it work!"

She muttered resentfully, and finally, as if she had made a decision, she threw down her wand and desperately squeezed out all the remaining magic power.

"Teacher Celie! Please be careful! This is magic I created myself!" she warned in a hoarse voice.

As she channeled her magic, an extremely complex but highly unstable massive magic circle instantly unfolded above her head, causing the surrounding space to vibrate violently with magical energy.

This was the highest level of magic that Vlame had access to not long after it was created. Although it was incomplete, its power was extremely terrifying.

(End of this chapter)