Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 257 Declaration of the Punishment of Split

Walking down the bustling streets of New York at night, Zhao Manyan raised his eyebrows and vouched for him with his integrity, saying that this time he would definitely find a legitimate nightclub with dancers, and instructed Mo Fan to follow closely behind him.

"Don't worry, I know New York like the back of my hand. The girls in the nightclubs here are definitely hot. Don't say I didn't take care of you, bro. This time I'll make sure you see some hot babes..."

Mo Fan desperately tried to signal to Zhao Manyan that his wife was here and he shouldn't harm him!

Unfortunately, Zhao Manyan didn't seem to understand and kept talking.

"Xuexue, don't misunderstand. That day we were ambushing the Red Ornament Guild members... not what you're thinking," Mo Fan explained shamelessly.

"Dirty~"

Mu Ningxue stared straight at him, not wanting to pay him any attention. What did it matter to her whether he watched that shameless dance or not? At most, if he got within half a meter of her, she would freeze him into an ice sculpture.

"As expected, simps never get a good end!" Nan Jue watched as the two, whose relationship had been getting better and better, returned to their previous normal state.

Guan Yu looked at Zhao Manyan, the blond-haired man, and felt that he had never been as pleasing to the eye as he was tonight. Only he could say such blatant words of sowing discord so smoothly.

"There are a lot of Chinese people on this street. It's no wonder it's an international metropolis, attracting so many people."

"Everyone comes here dreaming of getting rich, but it seems like they're not doing so well."

Wang Teng's gaze wandered among the girls on the street, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see a woman who caught his eye.

I don't know if it's because he has a problem with his aesthetic sense, or because there are too many mixed-race people in this area, and they all have rather bold appearances.

The elegance and tranquility are nowhere to be found here; all that exists is a rampant materialism and unbridled ambition.

It reeks of money...

As a mage with decent skill in mind magic, he was able to detect traces of various desires, making it truly difficult to find a pure land for the soul.

Of course, it also benefited him. As his innate abilities were quietly unleashed, that surging spiritual power quickly became his nourishment.

Once one's mental power reaches the eighth level, the range of influence is a radius of two kilometers around oneself, which is quite considerable for capturing free mental power.

Even though the higher you go, the more mental energy you need to advance to the next level, the faster you advance will also increase, so the final result is that your mental energy level will still improve very quickly.

"Huh, why is it suddenly snowing?"

"No way, this is summer in America, where would it snow in summer... Damn! Ouch!!" Mo Fan was only halfway through his sentence when an ice hockey puck slammed into his head.

"Ice...hail!! My God, huge hailstones! Quick, find shelter!!!"

"It's hailing in the middle of summer!!"

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap!*

On the street, shoppers scrambled for shelter, the lively atmosphere utterly destroyed by the sudden hailstorm.

Everyone hurriedly sought shelter in a nearby coffee shop, as the hail was so fierce that even a large sunshade could not withstand its power.

Looking up at the sky, I saw large hailstones the size of fists falling to the ground.

On the street, cars were dented one after another, and a cacophony of alarms suddenly blared.

Ice fragments were scattered everywhere, and the branches and leaves of the surrounding landscape plants were all knocked to the ground by the frost, leaving a mess.

The hailstorm was getting more and more intense, and it didn't seem like it would end anytime soon.

"Damn it, what's going on? Suddenly it's hailing and raining in the middle of summer! The destructive power is comparable to a high-level spell!" Zhao Manyan touched the bump on his head and immediately cursed.

"That's rare... I didn't expect you to recognize me?"

"Have you guys gone mad from shopping? There are active ice elements all around you, can't you even recognize an ice-based domain?"

"It's one thing for ordinary people not to recognize it, but you guys are completely clueless too..."

Wang Teng pulled Jiang Shaoxu to sit down to the side, and while talking, he waved to the shop assistant to bring two cups of coffee. Unexpectedly, they were still attacked.

It seems that even with his presence, certain things cannot be changed.

The group of people were stunned for a moment, but they quickly realized what was happening, especially Mu Ningxue, who was skilled in ice magic, and Mu Tingying, who had been slacking off.

"Be careful!"

Mo Fan suddenly felt a chill, as if malice was enveloping him from all directions. This kind of trembling only appeared when he was in mortal danger.

Outside the shop, dozens of ice spikes shot towards him at lightning speed, their icy blue light resembling deadly enchantresses in the night.

The moment the armor and shield magic tools were summoned, the person was blasted away; the kinetic energy carried by the ice spikes was too much for them to withstand in their haste.

Fortunately, after the fatal attack shattered the shield and armor artifacts, he only suffered an impact, and the other ice spikes only grazed him, so the damage was not fatal.

"Mo Fan!!"

Several people quickly noticed Mo Fan's condition and rushed over. Nan Rongni immediately checked his physical condition.

"Tsk tsk, they're still not dead!" Amidst the hail and rain, a man in a blue hooded shirt let out a mocking laugh.

The carefully prepared sneak attack was caught off guard by the kid, which made the boy look at him with new respect.

If he hadn't blocked that attack, those dozens of ice spikes would have already killed him.

"You guys ignored my warning..."

"However, using advanced magic in the street, disregarding the safety of ordinary people, is, according to the International Magic Convention, a trial for your crimes will now be held on the spot—a punishment of being torn apart!"

Wang Teng looked down at the street, where a hooded man in a blue shirt was standing, his body surging with ice-type magical energy, ready to unleash a second attack on Mo Fan.

"Divine pressure from the sky!"

Boom! The entire earth trembled in an instant! It was as if a giant boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds was falling from the sky.

"Ah... damn it~ who is it?"

The hooded man in the blue shirt was pressed to the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out from him for about ten meters. The immense invisible pressure caused the hard floor to shatter.

The hooded man in the blue shirt had bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression as he roared, feeling as if his bones and flesh were being torn apart.

Even as his internal organs pressed against the ground, a surge of excruciating pain, as if he were about to explode, overwhelmed him, and the threat of death filled his mind.

Even the mental world was disturbed by this intense pain, and the ice magic was forced to stop, causing the hail in the street to stop abruptly.

At this moment, the armor he was wearing offered him not even the slightest sense of security.

Before he could even recover from the excruciating pain, four slashes had already struck, and his armor was sliced ​​open by the silver sword marks as easily as tender tofu.

Wang Teng appeared behind the hooded man in blue, holding a blood-dripping silver longsword. The hooded man's limbs had already been severed and separated.

"Aaaaaah..."

There was no chance of turning the tide now. The immense pressure from the divine sky had been removed, and the hooded man in blue was writhing and howling in agony on the street, his head banging against the ground repeatedly, trying to pass out.

(End of this chapter)