My monster cards can evolve infinitely.

The bear goblin lay on the edge of the table, its scarlet eyes filled with pain and fear of the cannibals.

It struggled to get up, but couldn't muster the strength.

Ever since it was captured by the "Fearless Axe" squad, it has had no luck whatsoever—

Yesterday I was forcibly bound to a contract by a white-robed wizard, and today I must challenge a giant ogre.

It seemed as if it had lost Hrugek's favor.

"Gram is really unlucky!" the bear goblin howled, looking at its contractor, who ignored it.

Fernand's face turned ashen, his entire attention focused on the force field missile that was gradually taking shape.

The lengthy, modified incantation drained his spirit and magic; it could not be interrupted.

Seeing the semi-transparent force field ripples in front of Xiu Qi, a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Ridiculous!" he roared. "What kind of trick do you think you can stop my magic missiles?"

The last syllable burst out from between clenched teeth.

The sapphire at the tip of the staff emitted a dazzling light, and three pale missiles finally took shape. The force field fluctuations emitted a high-frequency hum, locking onto Xiu Qi.

"Break!" Fernand raised his staff sharply.

call out!call out!call out!

Three missiles traced three elusive arcs as they attacked from different angles: one aimed straight at the head, one at the chest, and the last one circled around to the back of the heart.

This is the essence of the Fernand family's improved magic, which almost completely blocks all evasion routes.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the stands.

Many knowledgeable mage apprentices' expressions changed; they sensed that the pure force field energy within the missile was far superior to that of ordinary first-level spells.

Jasley suddenly stood up and grabbed the railing with both hands.

Serena abandoned her languid demeanor and leaned forward: "Controlling three missiles simultaneously... Fernand isn't entirely incompetent after all."

On the judges' stand, Master York nodded slightly: "The Fernand family's exquisite magic is indeed unique in its precise control."

Master Alvin remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ripples of force around Xiuqi, a barely perceptible look of surprise in them.

He had already recognized the origin of the magic trick.

"Midas has already mastered such a complex spell as the Elementary Deflection Field..." he muttered to himself, "This is truly something to look forward to."

The missile tore through the air and shot at a speed exceeding that of an arrow.

Just as the first missile was about to hit the force field, Xiuqi's raised right hand subtly tucked inward with its five fingers.

The shape of the translucent force field ripples changed abruptly.

The point at the center of the ripple, corresponding to the missile's trajectory, suddenly dips and rotates, forming a miniature high-speed force field vortex.

The missile plunged in.

There was no violent collision or explosion.

The force field missile, powerful enough to shatter rocks, was swallowed up by a whirlpool like a stone thrown into a rushing river.

The missile's rotation trajectory was instantly deflected and disrupted, and the force field structure began to collapse on its own.

The pale light flickered a few times before quietly extinguishing, transforming into a few wisps of harmless arcane energy.

The force field barrier in front of Xiuqi didn't even cause a big ripple.

The second missile came from the left.

Just as it was about to hit the barrier, a strange deflection force suddenly appeared on the surface of the force field.

The missile seemed to hit an invisible slide, its trajectory suddenly deviating, grazing Xiuqi's shoulder as it flew backward, exploding into a halo of light on the protective barrier.

The third one fell vertically from directly above.

This is the most insidious improvement: using an arc to create an attack angle that falls from the sky.

The missile was aimed directly at Xiuqi's skull.

Xiuqi didn't look up, but simply lifted his raised right hand slightly upwards.

The translucent force field barrier instantly deformed, transforming from a flat plane into a hemispherical shield that enveloped his upper body.

The missile struck the top of the shield with a resounding thud.

A piercing screeching sound rang out as the force field missile clashed violently with the deflection shield, the pale and transparent energy intertwining and sparking tiny fragments.

One second, two seconds.

The force field symbols on the missile flickered on and off, and finally, with a "poof," they dissipated like a burst bubble.

Xiuqi's deflection field shield dimmed slightly, but it still steadily protected him.

The entire room fell silent.

The practice area was so quiet that you could hear the hissing of the magic lamps.

All the audience members, including senior apprentices and the instructors on stage, were stunned.

This was beyond their understanding of the tricks of the protective school.

That's not just a deflection; it's precise digestion and disintegration, requiring a terrifying insight and control over the nature of force fields and energy structures.

Fernand stood frozen in place, staff in hand, his face drained of color.

Confidence, arrogance, and ruthlessness all froze and shattered, leaving only disbelief, bewilderment, and deep panic.

His family's secret technique, a strike that concentrated most of his magic power, was so easily neutralized.

Using a defensive school of thought that he completely looked down upon?

"Impossible..." he murmured absentmindedly.

On the judges' stand, Master York suddenly stood up: "That's a deflection field? No, an ordinary deflection field couldn't possibly have this kind of strength and flexibility!"

Master Alvin's white beard curled slightly, his face radiating undisguised pride: "The Xiuqi apprentice's affinity for the defensive school is 98%. For him, any defensive spell will have a special effect."

"98%?" Master York gasped. "No wonder this little monster with such talent..."

Master Alvin slowly stroked his beard, a look of emotion welling up in his eyes.

He knew the child was incredibly friendly, but he never expected him to apply even the most basic tricks to such a high level in actual combat.

"He's still just an apprentice, York," Alvin said with certainty, "an apprentice who has just found his way."

Xiu Qi lowered his right hand, and the ripples in the force field in front of him subsided.

It must be said that the Fernand family's improved version of the magic missile is indeed incredibly ingenious.

Since learning Midas's Basic Deflection Field, this has been the battle that has taken the most effort for him.

In the past, when attacked by arrows, he didn't need to guide the force field at all; it would be neutralized naturally.

The pressure exerted on him by these three missiles went beyond the fact that his clothes were not dirty.

But that's all.

He looked at the stunned Fernand and said in a clear and steady voice, "Apprentice Fernand, your magic missiles are indeed exquisite."

He paused, then continued under Fernand's humiliated gaze, "Unfortunately, your cohesion and arcane energy utilization efficiency are about fifty percent lower than the original magic missile."

In pursuit of an arc-shaped trajectory and defensive pattern, some penetration and explosive power were sacrificed.

"Master Jim Fernán's improvement ideas focus on tactical functionality. Compared to defensive spells of the same or higher rank, this level of force field missiles..." Xiu Qi shook his head, the unspoken meaning clear to everyone.

"What do you know! You don't even know a first-level spell..." Fernán retorted sharply, but his voice trembled due to a lack of confidence.

Xiuqi ignored him and turned to Ado, who had just walked up to him and was looking down at his palm with curiosity.

"Ador," he said softly, pointing to Fernand.

"Let him rest for a bit, and be mindful of the situation."