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Chapter 116 Practical Training

The Mage Guild, an independent training ground.

Mark stood in the center of the arena, his eyes slightly closed, his mind quietly connecting with the boundless magic network in the void, and a massive stream of data rushed in like a waterfall.

The next second, Mark suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense. His magic power instantly flowed like water, radiating a bright blue magical aura. In the palm of his right hand, pale white cold energy condensed, held back but not released.

Fifteen meters away, Orion stood clad in heavy, bright white paladin armor, which gleamed sharply in the dim light of the training ground.

Orion held the kite-shaped magic-patterned shield firmly in his left hand, while his right hand held the knight's sword diagonally to the ground, the tip of the sword lightly touching the bluestone, forming a stark contrast with Mark's magical pressure.

"what!"

After a brief silence, Orion took the initiative, letting out a loud shout as his body radiated a hazy white light.

Immediately afterwards, Orion charged forward like an enraged bull, his armor clashing against the ground with a dull thud, his momentum unstoppable.

Mark's eyes narrowed, and with a slight flick of his wrist, magic suddenly condensed at his fingertips, instantly forming a crystal-clear ice arrow that shot straight out.

Ding!

The ice crystal arrow struck the shield, exploding into a cloud of fine ice shards. The chill spread along the shield's patterns, but was neutralized by the white light.

Orion's charge faltered slightly, his steps faltering for half a second, but he did not back down at all, still bravely pressing forward despite the lingering chill.

Mark was not discouraged. Magic flowed continuously from his fingertips, and the second and third ice crystal arrows were fired in succession, hitting Orion's shield accurately.

With each collision, the white light on the shield dimmed a little, and the surrounding chill intensified.

Before long, the white light on Orion's body was exhausted, and a thin layer of frost began to condense on the surface of his armor. Even his breath turned into a cloud of white mist that lingered around his nose.

Orion knew that if he allowed the cold to continue to spread, his movements would become increasingly sluggish, eventually putting him in a completely passive position.

So Orion made a snap decision, stopped his charge, and roared as he looked up.

"Divine protection!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Orion was once again enveloped in a dazzling white light. Divine power washed over his entire body like a tide, the frost on his armor melted instantly, and his aura grew even stronger.

After several exchanges, Orion and Mark were now only five or six steps apart, already within the range of the knight's sword.

This is the advantage of melee classes; as long as they get close, they can suppress ranged spellcasters.

A sharp glint flashed in Orion's eyes, and he was about to charge forward and engage in close combat.

But Mark had already seen through his intentions. A wave of cold, azure energy surged from his body as he pushed his hands forward and shouted in a deep voice.

"Ice Wall!"

An ice wall, four or five meters high and half a meter thick, appeared out of thin air. Its surface was as clear as a mirror, and it stood firmly in front of Orion, completely separating the two and blocking their path to get close.

Orion reacted quickly, immediately sidestepping and moving nimbly, attempting to sneak back from behind the ice wall for a surprise attack.

But just as Orion circled around to the side of the ice wall, he saw Mark leap up with both feet, his hands and feet bursting with magic, propelling him to land steadily on top of the ice wall. He looked down at the top with a smile on his lips.

Orion stood there, stunned.

What's the point of playing this game?!

"Hey!"

Mark smiled and waved, giving Orion ample warning. Then, he changed his gesture, and magic power gathered wildly in his palm, quickly forming an ice spear several times thicker than the previous ice crystal arrow.

The spear was covered with fine ice patterns, and the tip of the spear gleamed with a chilling light, making even the surrounding air tremble slightly from the cold.

Mark twisted his waist to the side, exerted force with his arm, and hurled the ice spear out with great force.

boom!

The ice spear slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground at Orion's feet, exploding into a huge ice flower and creating a shallow crater in the ground.

Fortunately, Mark held back and deliberately deviated from his target; otherwise, Orion would probably have been seriously injured and collapsed just now.

Orion also came to his senses and rolled sharply to the side, his movements swift and clean, quickly widening the range of the ice spear's impact. At this point, raising his shield to defend was meaningless, because the power of the ice spear was enough to forcefully break through the defense and pierce through both man and shield.

Mark then conjured two more ice spears and fired them in quick succession, forcing Orion to constantly dodge and weave around the arena.

roll.

In a short while, a large area around the training ground was frozen by the cold air, and the bluestone ground became slippery and difficult to walk on, which further restricted Orion's movements.

Seeing the knight's disheveled appearance, Mark felt that this was too much of a bully, so he deliberately slowed down his attack to give the other party some breathing time.

In contrast, Orion did not rest. Instead, he suddenly threw off his shield, gripped his knight's sword tightly with both hands, and the blade gradually emitted a faint golden light, which grew brighter and brighter.

Orion raised his head and shouted, his voice echoing throughout the training ground.

"Supreme Saint Slash!"

A dazzling golden light slammed into the ice wall in front of him, and with a loud "crack," the thick ice wall collapsed and shattered into countless pieces of ice.

Mark effortlessly leaped down from the top of the ice wall, still smiling, showing no sign of panic.

Taking advantage of his lightsaber, Orion charged forward without hesitation.

Once they cross those final few meters, the magic-wielding warriors will have them pinned down by the combat-wielding warriors, like lambs to the slaughter.

This is a universally recognized law in mainland China.

Mark pointed his fingers like swords and waved his hands rapidly, creating more than a dozen bright white ice blades that intertwined in the air to form a dense ice net, firmly blocking Orion's path.

But Orion's eyes remained resolute. He charged forward, slashing fiercely. The golden light on his blade collided with the ice blades, and with each ice blade he shattered, the golden light on his sword dimmed a little.

With this tenacity, Orion broke through the ice net and finally got close to Mark.

However, the golden light on the sword blade was already as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Just as Orion was about to unleash his final sword strike, Mark suddenly erupted with a large amount of frost-like white mist from his entire body.

The white fog not only obscured Orion's vision but also interfered with his senses, causing him to completely lose sight of his target's location.

Even more deadly, the frost and white mist interacted with the cold air that had been superimposed on Orion, instantly freezing the gaps in his shins and pinning him to the ground.

Orion was trapped in the white fog, unable to move forward or backward, and could only shout helplessly.

"I give up!"

The surrounding icy mist surged in one direction and vanished in an instant, all of it being absorbed into Mark's body.

Mark smiled gently and walked slowly to Orion. He raised his hand and patted the ice shards on Orion's armor. The frost energy attached to Orion slowly flowed back into his body through his palm.

Mark asked softly.

"Are you alright?"

"good."

Orion stretched his thawed feet, nodded with a wry smile, and his tone was full of admiration.

"Mr. Mark, you are truly amazing. I have lost again. Even with your humility, I still cannot defeat you."

"ha!"

Mark chuckled and offered words of encouragement.

"As a knight, it's already quite remarkable that you mastered 'Supreme Slash' before your class change. This training session will end here; let's go over there and rest for a while."

"it is good."

The two walked side by side to the bench in the rest area and sat down.

Under Orion's astonished gaze, Mark pulled out a jug of fruit wine, two cups, and a dish of spiced meat jelly from a shiny silver dimensional bag, then poured a cup for each of them.

Orion took the glass, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. The warm wine instantly spread throughout his body, completely dispelling the lingering chill.

Mark held up his glass, took a small sip, and lowered his gaze, summarizing the gains and losses of the recent battle.