Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Waaaaah...

Beneath the dark clouds, a fierce wind howled.

This is the deepest part of Lingnan Sand Bridge, the connection point between the magical world and Lingnan Sand Bridge.

The immense magical power originating from the magical world continuously seeped into Lingnan Sand Bridge, forming a huge tornado storm that stretched from the sky to the earth.

The rock strata were blown into rock dust by the storm, and then swept into the high sky by the tornado, where they gathered into dark clouds that never dispersed.

Not far from the tornado, inside a fortress made entirely of alloy, with its foundation extending twenty meters underground and its exterior disguised as dark brown rock, two pairs of eyes were intently observing the storm through pre-drilled observation ports.

"Ah ha~~~" A middle-aged soldier with a hideous black scar on his face yawned, then pinched his nose with his left hand and asked his comrade next to him, "Skinny Monkey, any more cigarettes?"

The soldier nicknamed "Skinny Monkey" lived up to his name; he was a small, thin young man.

He pulled an unopened pack of cigarettes from his upper left pocket and handed it to him with his left hand, saying, "Old Scar, this is the last pack I have left. Use it sparingly."

"Okay, okay." Old Scar took the cigarette from Skinny Monkey, hurriedly opened the package, took out one, took a deep sniff, and then put it in his mouth.

He flicked a wisp of flame with his left hand to light the cigarette, took a deep, satisfying drag, and after an epic inhalation, said contentedly:

"Don't worry, this box is enough. We can switch shifts tomorrow. I'm so glad I teamed up with you this time, otherwise I would have had a really tough time. I'll definitely repay you when we get back. Damn it, I'll bring two extra packs of cigarettes next time I'm on duty."

"Awooo..."

Suddenly, a pack of wind wolves rushed out from the storm. Skinny Monkey counted them, then took a pen and wrote in the blank space at the bottom of the document: "Twenty-three wind wolves, number of mid-level wolves unknown."

Above this new line of text, there were also densely packed names of various monsters.

Skinny Monkey flipped over the document filled with writing, revealing a new blank page. He twirled the pen in his hand a couple of times and said, "Why haven't I seen Brother Huang and Brother Mo's team these past few days? Are they on vacation? A lot of tough guys have emerged from the storm. I wonder how much pressure the brothers back home are under."

Old Scar's cigarette burned his hand, and he reluctantly pressed the butt against the wall. He wanted to take another one from the pack, but then hesitated, putting the cigarette back in his pocket. He smacked his lips twice and said:

"It seems like there's a mission involved. I heard some students came in for training, and Brother Huang and Brother Mo went to be their bodyguards."

"Which family's student is so precious?" the skinny monkey asked.

"Who knows, but they're definitely young masters." Old Scar curled his lip. "The place where we risked our lives, they treat it like a tourist attraction, and they even have their two strongest squads as bodyguards. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Golden-bodied Fighting Apes, seven in total, all mid-level." The skinny monkey wrote a line on a new page as he said, "Students who can get into magic university must have exceptional talent, and the leader isn't one to flatter, there must be a reason for doing this."

"Who knows?" Old Scar remained noncommittal. "Skinny Monkey, you haven't been in the army long enough to know much. Let me tell you, when I was at Yifuyun Bridge before, a group of young masters came, and what happened..."

Before Old Scar could finish speaking, Skinny Monkey interrupted him, asking, "Old Scar, what kind of magical beast is that bird?"

Old Scar set up his binoculars, squinted, and looked closely. On the horizon, a large bird, entirely fiery red with two flowing tail feathers, had just broken out of the storm.

"This is... good heavens, a Flame Sparrow, starting as a mid-level magical beast. This is a rare magical beast, and its strength is exceptionally high."

"Flame Sparrow? The Flame of Flames?" Skinny Monkey wrote down the message, saying, "It's definitely a rare find. I've been in Lingnan Shaqiao for three years, and this is the first time I've seen one."

"Azure Phoenix? Frost Swan? Good heavens!" Old Scar's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at the two large birds that followed closely behind the Flame Sparrow, exclaiming in surprise, "They're all rare finds! What day is it today that we've seen three of them at once?"

"Is the Azure Phoenix...Frosty Swan the same as the swan in the swan?" the skinny monkey continued writing on the document.

At this moment, after the Flamebird burst out of the storm, it circled twice in the sky, and an imperceptible wave spread rapidly in all directions, penetrating the alloy-forged fortress and sweeping through the bodies of Old Scar and Skinny Monkey.

Then the Flame Sparrow, accompanied by the Azure Phoenix and the Frost Swan, flew towards the fortress.

Old Scar's heart skipped a beat at the sight. He stared intently through his binoculars at the three giant birds drawing ever closer on the horizon, muttering to himself, "Something's not right, something's not right..."

"Qin!"

With a cry, the Flamebird flapped its wings, and a bright light suddenly appeared in the dark sky. The dark clouds overhead were illuminated as if they were burning, and the flames spread like a storm, sweeping towards the fortress.

Old Scar broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing this: "Firestorm!"

"How do you write the 'hun' in 'honghu' again?" Skinny Monkey asked Old Scar, biting the end of his pen.

"Stop fucking writing!" Old Scar snatched the documents from Skinny Monkey's hands and threw them aside, then grabbed Skinny Monkey by the back of his collar and ran towards the exit: "If we don't run now, we'll be roasted meat!"

Skinny Monkey was a little confused, and instinctively followed Scarface, asking, "What's going on?"

"A divine-grade firestorm. We don't know why those dead birds discovered it, damn it."

boom!

The firestorm struck the fortress and then swept to both sides, like waves being parted by reefs.

Although the fortress remained unmoved, its surface began to turn red, and the temperature inside the fortress was rising rapidly.

Fortunately, Old Scar and Skinny Monkey had already escaped the fortress.

"In case of emergency, use a signal flare." Skinny Monkey recited the regulations while reaching for his waist, his expression changing: "Damn it, I didn't take out the signal gun."

After saying that, Skinny Monkey turned to run back, but Old Scar grabbed him and said, "Don't be stupid! This firestorm is clearer than a signal flare! Run! Use the Breeze Stream!"

The Breeze Flow is a rare-grade magic that can greatly increase one's speed, but it can only be cast on oneself.

A faint blue light emanated from Skinny Monkey's body, and he grabbed Scarface's wrist with his other hand: "Scarface, hold on tight!"

With the assistance of Qingfengliu, the two's speed increased significantly, and they moved further and further away from the fortress.

Unfortunately, how can two-legged creatures outrun those with wings?

When Old Scar saw Flamebird leap over the fortress and meet those fierce, fiery eyes, Old Scar knew that if things continued like this, neither of them would escape.

"Damn it, you can't run fast with me with you on your side." Old Scar shook his wrist and broke free from Skinny Monkey.

"Old Scar!" Skinny Monkey suddenly stopped, his face full of anxiety, and reached for Old Scar's belt again: "There's a chance! Don't give up!"

"Fuck you, this is what I owe you!" Old Scar slapped Skinny Monkey's arm away, reached into his cigarette case, pulled out two cigarettes, lit them, and said, "Don't fucking act like a woman, run!"

"Old Scar!"

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Old Scar swiftly unslung two short guns from his back, twisted them together, and a golden light emanated from his body.

"I'm leaving my daughter in your care, but you're not allowed to date her. I don't even want you! Get lost!"

Skinny Monkey's eyes reddened. He glanced at Old Scar, gritted his teeth, and left without looking back.

"That's more like it."

Old Scar chuckled, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke with satisfaction. He turned to look at the three giant birds that were getting closer and closer in the sky, weighed the assembled spear in his hand, felt his trousers tighten, and the rocks beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

His right arm muscles bulged, tearing through his sleeve, and the spear in his hand transformed into a bolt of lightning, flying towards the Flame Sparrow.

"Fuck you! Your mother!"