Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

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Dozens more ice arrows were shot at Wang Yan.

Although Wang Yan was of a high level, he seemed to lack combat experience, and stood there dumbfounded, forgetting how to respond.

Han Qianfei had already rushed towards Wang Yan before the ice arrows had completely destroyed the earth dragon's advance.

He had thought that even if the swarm of ice arrows couldn't destroy the earth dragon, he could still kill it by getting close enough with his physical body.

At this moment, he arrived almost simultaneously with the remaining ice arrows, and facing the bewildered boy, victory seemed assured.

Unexpectedly, the young man beside Wang Yan moved like a ghost, incredibly fast. He waved his left hand to block all the ice arrows, and with his right hand, he pushed Han Qianfei in the chest.

Han Qianfei felt as if he had been hit by a truck, and his whole body flew straight back, smashing a hole in the wall behind him.

Just as he was about to get up, his arm gave way, and he fell again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Mage's Squire is designed to resolve close-range crises for mages, allowing them to focus on dealing damage.

Han Qianfei knew that such people were generally no higher than magicians, but the attendant in front of him was terrifyingly strong, definitely at least level four, or even level five.

The attendant asked in bewilderment, "He's still alive?"

He walked towards Han Qianfei, intending to deal with him completely.

Han Qianfei racked his brains but couldn't come up with a way to break the deadlock. Was he about to die?

In desperation, they had no choice but to invoke the organization's name.

"Who are you people? How dare you obstruct the investigation of the wandering knights?"

Upon hearing this, the attendants actually stopped in their tracks.

He turned to Wang Yu and asked, "Why is the wandering swordsman here?"

Wang Yu, of course, answered without hesitation: "Because..."

Two ice arrows pierced the throats of Wang Yu and Wang Xiao simultaneously, rendering them unable to utter a sound, and they died shortly afterward.

Han Qianfei absolutely forbids the father and son from revealing Luo Qianhe's secret.

Wang Yan roared in fury: "Kill him! Kill him!"

He didn't care whether the two men lived or died. His father needed them, which had nothing to do with him. In his eyes, although the father and son also had the surname Wang, they were worlds apart from his Wang.

He was angry because he had just been frightened, and someone actually dared to scare him.

The attendant, however, did not follow Wang Yan's instructions. Instead, he said, "Young master, the master instructed that now is not the time to confront the wandering knights head-on. Let's be patient for now."

"If I can't tolerate it, I'll kill him, but who will know?"

Han Qianfei said, "I am here on orders from Director Ye Qingyang to carry out a mission."

Wang Yan said, "Release someone? Ask Ye Qingyang if he dares to touch me!"

After he finished speaking, he continued walking towards Han Qianfei.

The attendant hurriedly said, "Young Master, we must consider the bigger picture. If we kill him, the head of the family will hold us accountable."

The patriarch still held some sway over Wang Yan.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "If I don't kill him, will it be acceptable to the Rangers?"

The attendant said, "As long as they don't kill anyone, some compensation can resolve the issue."

"Very good." Wang Yan waved to the marble table.

The attendant understood, walked over, broke off the table leg, and handed it to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan took the table leg, weighed it in his hand, and was very satisfied.

He walked up to Han Qianfei, looked down at him, and said, "Good news, you survived. Bad news, you're going to have a very painful life from now on."

Wang Yan swung the heavy marble table leg and slammed it down on Han Qianfei's shinbone.

Han Qianfei immediately groaned, enduring the excruciating pain without making a sound.

Luo Qianhe suddenly ran over, shouting, "No!"

Wang Yan's eyes were bloodthirsty. He swung the table leg around, waiting for Luo Qianhe to get close enough so he could crack her head open.

Fortunately, the attendant grabbed Luo Qianhe's shoulders, pulled her aside, and said, "Young Master, please continue."

The attendant thought to himself, "Is the young master's cruel and bloodthirsty personality really suitable for being the head of the family? Perhaps only this way can he become the head of the family."

Wang Yan pursed his lips, finding the entourage somewhat disappointing.

He continued to use the stone table legs against Han Qianfei, breaking his shinbones and thighbones with the table legs, and then smashing them down on his forearms.

Throughout the entire process, Han Qianfei remained silent and endured it all. He counted in his heart how many times he had been hit, and one day he would repay him every single time.

Unable to hear the other's screams, Wang Yan suddenly felt a surge of anger and broke Han Qianfei's ribs. Not content with that, he suddenly lifted a marble table leg and slammed it heavily onto Han Qianfei's forehead.

The table leg snapped off and flew away.

Han Qianfei suddenly felt everything go black, and the sound of bones shattering traveled through his skull to his ears, clearly audible.

Han Qianfei's eyes were already swollen, but her pupils, peering through the gaps, still coldly stared at Wang Yan, muttering, "Ninety-seven."

Wang Yan struck Han Qianfei a total of ninety-seven times.

Wang Yan laughed, squatted down, patted Han Qianfei's face with his hand, and said, "Remember, my name is Wang Yan. You can come to the Wang family in Shanghai to find me anytime."

He stood up, muttering, "What a piece of trash! Does he think backbone can outweigh the resources of a powerful family?"

"Let's go." Wang Yan left, and his entourage followed.

Luo Qianhe, freed from her restraints, ran to Han Qianfei's side and helped him up, causing him to wince in pain.

Han Qianfei said, "Do you still remember what happened during our freshman year?"

"If you remember everything, why wouldn't I?"

Just then, Zhang Ya suddenly scrambled up from the corner and ran outside like a madwoman.

Before she even reached the door, an ice wall blocked her way.

Han Qianfei said in a weak voice, "Come here."

Zhang Ya's legs trembled, but she still forced herself to walk up to Han Qianfei and said in a tearful voice, "Brother..."

Han Qianfei sneered inwardly, "Who the hell is your brother?"

Han Qianfei stared at Zhang Ya with bloodshot eyes and said, "If you utter a single word about what happened today, I will kill you."

Zhang Ya was so startled that she took a few steps back. She quickly nodded, indicating that she hadn't seen anything and didn't remember anything.

Han Qianfei, feigning mystery, flicked his finger, and a snowflake the size of a coin drifted out, landing on Zhang Ya's forehead and melting.

Han Qianfei said, "You've been marked by me. If you say anything out of line, I'll know."

Zhang Ya had no idea that it was just an ordinary snowflake. She had witnessed too many strange events today; even if you told her that the earth is flat, she would believe it.

"Get lost."

Zhang Ya felt as if she had been granted a pardon and ran out as fast as she could.

After Zhang Ya left, Luo Qianhe frantically searched for her phone: "I'll call an ambulance for you."

Han Qianfei said, "No need, don't worry, I'm fine. Let me lie down quietly for a while."

Han Qianfei felt his flesh and blood wriggling, his broken bones reconnecting, and the recovery speed seemed to be faster than before.

Luo Qianhe found a basin and a towel from somewhere and was carefully wiping the bloodstains off Han Qianfei.

Han Qianfei was asleep. He smacked his lips and suddenly said, "It smells so good."

Luo Qianhe's face turned as red as an apple.

About two hours later, sirens suddenly blared outside, and soon a group of fully armed police officers rushed in, pointing guns at Han Qianfei and Luo Qianhe.

"Don't move, put your hands up."