Another World: When a Necromancer Possesses the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls

The force field barrier slid open silently, isolating the outside world from the noise.

Wang Yan was already standing at the other end of the ring. He wasn't very tall, but he had a well-proportioned build. He was wearing a set of bright red training protective gear, and his short blond hair made him look quite energetic.

His expression was serious, his eyes focused, clearly showing no disrespect for Li Xingyao despite his identity as a "necromancer." He had witnessed Wei Hai's crushing defeat and knew all too well how formidable and dangerous this opponent was.

The two faced each other fifteen meters apart, the air seeming to be gripped by an invisible hand, filled with a sulfurous, scorching feeling.

"Athle 9, Matchup: Li Xingyao (Necromancer) VS Wang Yan (Fire Mage). Five minutes time limit. Countdown begins—three, two, one!"

hum!

The pale blue force field instantly turned completely transparent!

"Whoosh—" Almost at the same instant the barrier disappeared, Wang Yan took a deep breath, and the red light in his hand suddenly intensified! His spiritual power surged out, without the slightest intention of testing, and he immediately launched a killing move! His fingers drew a short arc in the air, and a dazzling red light burst forth in the air!

"boom!"

A half-meter-diameter, orange-red fireball radiating terrifying heat instantly materialized, whistling through the scorching air and trailing a long fiery tail, hurtling straight at Li Xingyao like a falling meteor! A standard fire mage's opening move—Fireball!

However, its speed of condensation and its power far exceed the level of an ordinary novice mage! Clearly, his proficiency with this skill is no less than Lin Wei's!

A wave of heat hit him, even causing the stray hairs on Li Xingyao's forehead to curl slightly. He didn't flinch, nor did he take a single step back.

The instant the fireball was launched, his right hand was already raised, fingers spread, palm facing forward. There was no chanting, only the faint glint in the depths of his eyes brought about by the rapid circulation of his spiritual power, and the subtle sensation of his stellar energy surging along a specific pathway like a floodgate opening within his body!

"Freeze!"

An energy arrow, about a meter long and composed entirely of dense, gray-black death energy, solidified instantly in front of his palm! The tip of the arrow shimmered with an eerie light, emanating a chilling and ominous aura.

"Go!" Driven by willpower!

"laugh--!"

The arrow of death shot through the air with a speed no less than that of the roaring fireball! The two energy attacks, with completely opposite attributes but both containing elemental power, collided with a devastating crash less than five meters from the center of the arena, as if destined to meet!

boom!

The explosion resounded throughout the entire battle platform! Orange-red and gray-black energies clashed and annihilated each other wildly! A dazzling light erupted from the center, like a small sun exploding! A violent shockwave, mixed with scorching air and a chilling aura of death, spread outwards in a fierce ring!

The air in front of Li Xingyao distorted violently, his training clothes clinging to his body in the strong wind. He remained motionless, with only a thin, diamond-shaped shield made of stark white bones instantly appearing in front of him, steadily blocking the chaotic energy flow that rushed in, producing a dull impact sound.

The shield's surface shimmered with gray light, neutralizing the impact.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, was affected by the shockwave, which was a mixture of heat and deathly stillness. His face paled slightly, and then a red shield rose up—a fire mage's flame shield. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He had actually intercepted his fireball with pinpoint accuracy?! What kind of keen perception and mental control did that require?!

"Again!" Wang Yan gritted his teeth, suppressing the shock in his heart, and swung his staff again! Another blazing fireball of the same size roared out! He refused to believe that a necromancer could defeat him in a magical attack!

Li Xingyao's eyes were calm and expressionless. He raised his arm! The arrow materialized! He fired! His movements were as fluid as breathing!

"laugh--!"

The second arrow of death was fired with pinpoint accuracy!

Boom!!!

A second, violent explosion! The energy shockwave swept across the arena once more! The bone shield stood firm, faithfully fulfilling its duty.

Anger gradually appeared in Wang Yan's eyes. The third fireball! The fourth fireball!

Li Xingyao's response was as simple, direct, and efficient as ever! Arm raised! Arrow focused! Launch! Third arrow! Fourth arrow!

Boom! Boom!

The series of explosions sounded like the resounding drums of war! Arena number nine instantly became the center of a storm of raging energy! Orange-red and gray-black energy fragments flew everywhere, crashing against the force field barrier and creating ripples! The scorching heat and the biting cold of death alternated and permeated the air, making the spectators near the arena feel the restlessness within!

The clamor in the entire training hall seemed to subside. Countless eyes were fixed on the constantly exploding orbs of light. Each clash was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of the audience.

"Hiss... Four consecutive instantaneous exchanges of fire... This precision... Is he a monster?"

"Wang Yan! His fireballs are quite powerful! Li Xingyao actually withstood them all?"

"The key is the accuracy of that Death Arrow... Wang Yan's fireball is slightly faster!"

"Look! Wang Yan is getting a little impatient!"

As expected, all four of Wang Yan's full-force fireball attacks were precisely intercepted by his opponent, a somewhat ironic situation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hand movements became slightly erratic. He refused to believe Li Xingyao could continue like this; as long as he hit his opponent, victory would be assured!

Even before the aftershocks of his fourth fireball explosion had subsided, he instinctively gathered a spell to continue his attack.

"Now's the time." Li Xingyao made his move!

Instead of retreating, he took a sudden step forward! This step seemed to strike at the very turning point in the battle! His eyes flashed with a cold light!

"Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!"

He raised his arm! Fingers spread! In front of his palm, death energy gathered wildly at an unprecedented speed! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Five whole gray-black arrows of death, like venomous snakes summoned from the netherworld, instantly formed a fan shape in front of him! The arrowheads gleamed with an eerie light, all locking onto Wang Yan opposite him!

Five consecutive instant casts! Star energy surged forth like a floodgate being opened!

"go--!!!"

Roar of the Mind!

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

Five ear-piercing whistles tore through the air, shattering the aftershocks of the explosion! Five arrows of death, like five deadly beams of light from the abyss, were arranged at a subtle angle, blocking all possible escape routes for Wang Yan, and charged forward with unwavering determination!

Wang Yan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints! His scalp tingled instantly! A bone-chilling, deathly coldness engulfed him in an instant! It was too fast! Too sudden! He never expected Li Xingyao to use such a method!

"Ah—!" He let out a roar filled with horror and resentment, and almost on the instinct for survival, he forcibly cast the large fireball he had just condensed at Li Xingyao!

"Great Fireball!!!"

hum!

A solid, orange-red fireball spell! Flames leaped, radiating scorching heat. This was the strongest attack he could currently unleash!

However, in the rush, the solidity of the Great Fireball spell was far from its peak!

The first and second Death Arrows struck the Great Fireball spell almost simultaneously!

puff!puff!

The orange-red flame sphere trembled violently, instantly caved inward, and emitted light visibly! The entire skill exploded, and the collision of the three skills created a weak shockwave in the arena!

The third arrow of death followed immediately! It precisely struck the energy shockwave in the center of the arena, instantly shattering it.

The fourth and fifth attacks pierced through the midfield and struck Wang Yan's flame shield.

Click—!

Like the sharp crack of shattering glass, the fire shield shattered instantly, turning into countless sparks scattered across the sky!

Wang Yan was knocked back three steps by the huge impact. His internal stellar energy vibrated, his blood surged, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat!

The moment the fourth arrow of death struck the fire shield, the energies of both forces canceled each other out, shattering the shield instantly. It's over! Wang Yan's mind went blank, and he closed his eyes in despair.

However, the excruciating pain I had anticipated did not come.

Just as the fifth arrow of death was about to strike him, Wang Yan's protective gear anticipated the outcome and directly blocked the spell's damage through the safety mechanism within the device.

A tremendous impact came!

"Thump!"

Wang Yan, who was already off balance, was hit as if by a giant hammer. His feet left the ground and he was thrown into the air by the force. He drew a messy arc in the air and then crashed heavily to the edge of the arena!

His back slammed against the cold force field barrier with a dull thud, and he was thrown to the ground, lying face down.

On the force field barrier, the red light band representing "out of bounds" lit up instantly.

[Athle 9, Winner: Li Xingyao (Necromancer)!]

The cold, synthesized electronic voice rang out again, echoing through the training hall that had suddenly fallen into a deathly silence.

It's over. We won.

From the opening clash of fireballs and death arrows, to Li Xingyao seizing the opponent's momentary lapse in energy gathering to unleash a deadly five-shot combo, and finally to the exquisite, seamless shield-breaking and knockback attack... the entire process was swift, intense, and brief!

This corner of the training hall was completely silent.

The previous clamor, shouts, and discussions... all the sounds vanished. Only the low hum of the energy barrier and Wang Yan's coughing as he lay on the ground remained in the surrounding space.

Countless eyes were fixed on the figure still standing in the center of arena number 9. Li Xingyao slowly lowered his arm, and the white bone shield in front of him dissipated into specks of light.

He was slightly out of breath, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. The continuous magical attacks, especially the final five-hit combo, had taken a considerable toll on his mental strength. But he stood firm, his back straight, his face still bearing that cold, calm expression.

This tranquility, in the otherwise silent environment, was like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up a tidal wave in everyone's heart.

Two games! Two clean and decisive victories in a row!