Magical Strategist

Haitang showed no intention of apologizing and said, "Then what do you want?"

"Forget it, forget it. Who told me that I am a good man with a broad mind? Let's do this. There is no need to apologize. Just call me uncle and the matter will be over." Zhenlong said.

Haitang frowned and said, "Do you think I would call someone weaker than me uncle?"

This is ridicule, naked ridicule!

The real dragon was excited and retorted: "Who are you talking about? Who is weaker than you?"

"What's wrong with you?" Haitang asked again.

"Miss Haitang, I have dignity!" Zhenlong said with a straight face.

"Please don't show your identity in front of me, or I will turn your dignity into respect for your orders!" Haitang rubbed the bridge of the real dragon's nose to provoke. What an arrogant look.

"Don't think that because you are a woman, I won't dare to take action." The real dragon seemed to be irritated.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to take action, I will fight with you to the end. In my eyes, you are a coward. No, cowards are better than you." Haitang intensified his taunting, irritating the real dragon. In fact, she had wanted to give him some color for a long time, and the provoking method seemed to be very effective.

Zhenlong suddenly had a desire to completely rewrite the image in Haitang's heart. Let her know that the Real Dragon of Lier is by no means a coward.

"That's what you said. I'll hurt you later, so don't blame me for being ruthless." The real dragon immediately burst into silver fighting spirit.

"What I want!" I saw Haitang's purple fighting spirit strengthening in a circle, and the air flow hit the wall of the training ground again and again, making a popping sound.

The shocking power of the purple fighting spirit should not be underestimated. Inexplicable pressure swept over him, and the real dragon's hands trembled involuntarily. He decisively took out the ground-breaking staff (the ground-breaking staff has the effect of resisting the enemy's fighting spirit) to resist.

There is a five-level difference between the true purple fighting spirit and the true silver fighting spirit. It is not difficult to know which one is stronger and which one is weaker.

With Haitang's blazing fireball move, the battle between the two began...

The real dragon obviously had silver fighting spirit, but was secretly assisted by essence. He moved quickly and reacted quickly. Haitang did not have the advantage at first. On the contrary, the real dragon's offense and defense were orderly, neither busy nor chaotic.

After more than thirty rounds, the gap between the two gradually became apparent.

Although the real dragon has a powerful essence source as an aid and has abundant physical strength, it is silver fighting spirit after all and has limited mana. If the battle lasts for a long time, especially in cross-level battles, the mana will be consumed too quickly.

Haitang became more and more courageous as she fought. She first used two fireball techniques.

The real dragon had to use the few remaining mana to resist with a crystal wall.

Whoosh!

Haitang's movements were extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he got behind the real dragon, raised his jade foot and kicked the real dragon on the back.

"Wow!!" The real dragon didn't have time to dodge. He was kicked so hard that he rolled on his back and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.

Haitang chased after her, her jade feet firmly stepped on the real dragon's chest, and shouted: "Do you accept it or not?"

"Ahem, my nephew is quite capable. Ahem... You are a girl, you really don't know what to do..." Zhenlong coughed a few times, feeling pain and numbness in his back and chest, which was very unpleasant.

"Do you still want dignity?" Haitang said condescendingly and sarcastically.

What dignity can there be when being trampled under the feet of women?

Who knows... the pervert grabbed Haitang's calf and said, "If you don't move your feet, how can I show my dignity? But then again, these legs are quite smooth."

"You!" Haitang immediately blushed and didn't know how to answer this lunatic. He was joking even though he was humiliated but didn't take it seriously. She felt angry and kicked her foot.

The real dragon's body seemed to be smeared with oil, and it rolled away with a swish.

He stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust on his body, and said calmly: "If I accidentally hurt you later, don't blame me."

The slightly raised corners of his mouth were not affected by the humiliation just now. Those deep eyes have an elusive and mysterious charm. Gradually, the fiery red hair fluttered irregularly, seeming to foretell what was about to happen.

The outline of the silver fighting energy became clearer, forming a spiral shape, and a more powerful airflow seeped out from the body.

what happened? Why is Yin Dou Qi so coercive? Although Haitang was protected by purple fighting energy, her chest was weighed down by this strange silver fighting energy and she couldn't breathe.

Let's say that the two air currents in the real dragon's body are intertwined, and every time they merge, it will bring unbearable pain, which is the swelling pain that will burst the blood vessels.

He knew that as long as he endured it for a while, the red flames would be born. After early practice, he was able to extend the duration of red fighting energy from just a few seconds to one minute.

"Ha!" Veins popped up on the real dragon's forehead, and its two tiger teeth clattered, as if it was suffering immense pain.

For some unknown reason, I suddenly felt a dull pain in my chest, and the two forces in my body could not merge smoothly. Jingyuan suppressed the silver fighting energy, and then turned it into several violent collisions in my body.

"Strange! What's going on!?" The original spiral fighting spirit disappeared, and the real dragon instantly became exhausted.

Haitang was so unfamiliar with all this. How could this guy be so tired? Could it be that practicing forbidden arts has gone too far?

"Lil Dragon, didn't I ask you to come to me after class? Why are you still lingering?" Just when Haitang was at a loss, Baggio suddenly arrived.

"Ah?! Master...Master..." Baggio interrupted the competition, and the real dragon had no choice but to take back the essence source. "Reply to Master, I am currently sparring with Haitang."

"Are you ready to compete?" Baggio asked.

"almost."

"Then come with me." Baggio said angrily.

The real dragon yelled and followed Baggio away.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and gave Haitang a strange smile. Who knows whether this smile was a tease or a farewell.

But in Haitang's opinion, this smile looked so treacherous and lustful. She grimaced and snorted coldly.

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Arriving at the special training ground, Baggio locked the door to prevent passers-by from prying. Only the master and the apprentice were left in the empty field.

"What the hell, Lille Raptors, come here." Baggio called casually.

"Well, no, I think my name is True Dragon..." True Dragon corrected weakly.

"I don't care what the hell you are, dragon. Listen carefully. Today, my teacher plans to teach you an entry-level fire spell." Baggio said.

"What spell?" Zhenlong has long wanted to practice more powerful magic. Now, in addition to his perfect thunder, which is a bit lethal, the flame wall, fire gun, fireball, and water gun are just decorations.

Take the fight with Haitang just now, for example. Haitang's moves are more fierce and more brilliant than the last, while he only has fireballs except for guns.

"Intermediate magic - Flowing Blade Fire Rain." Baggio said.

"Isn't this the move that Haitang just practiced?" The real dragon has seen the power of the Flowing Blade Fire Rain, and it hurts so much if it gets even a few drops.

"Go to the corner first and watch my movements carefully." Baggio ordered.

Lille was well aware of the attack range of this move, so he learned the lesson this time and hid far away.

Seeing Baggio begin to activate his magic power, the exposed fighting spirit turned into a few wisps of faint golden smoke, and he must not have used all his strength. Then he raised his hand above his head, with his palm facing up, in the same movement as Haitang's.

Soon, a red magic circle appeared above the palm. Countless granular fire elements that can be seen clearly with the naked eye quickly gather in the magic array, and the magic array emits red light.

When the time came, Baggio's arm suddenly became strong.

Wow!

The magic circle's flames soared into the sky, and the fire droplets poured down like a torrential rain. Compared with Begonia's fire rain, which was as thin as an ox's hair, Baggio's fire rain was thicker and denser, and there was no gap left.