The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Surawoma went to find Chanali with the purpose of interrupting Chanali's spellcasting. As long as Chanali could not use the wood energy to restore the piece of wood, the young master could easily win this game.

But she forgot that if Ma Shan wanted to win, why would he need to use a lighter to light the wood? Even if he knew a little about fire control, he would have burned the wood to ashes.

Ma Shan was still not in a hurry. He lowered his head and used the lighter to burn slowly, as if he was making a work of art.

And Velendra began to exert his strength, and the raging true fire surrounded the piece of wood on the table.

The wood burned out and the real fire went out.

When the wood grows again, he burns it again.

In this cycle of life and death, Ma Shan's heart also beat rhythmically.

Mashan used a lighter instead of magic. On the one hand, it could delay time and allow Velendra to cast more Abyssal Fire; on the other hand, he could concentrate more on comprehending the mystery of the fire.

His mind never left the fire from the abyss. He carefully felt the inexplicable connection between the soul lamp and the birth and death of the flame.

Although the people on the boat didn't quite understand what was going on, they were all focused and nervous, because after all, this gamble concerned their fate.

No one noticed that more than half of the wooden items in the hall had disappeared.

"Look, it's almost burned out. The lighter is not slow either." Ma Shan shook the lighter in his hand. "Master Weilundra, thank you for using such a good lighter on the ship. Can I take this back as a souvenir?"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Ma Shan said as if he had suddenly woken up, "If I win, this boat and everything on it will belong to me, including this lighter, of course. Master Weilundra, come on!"

Velendra was shaking with anger.

In fact, although there was a lot of wood on the ship, with his ability, burning the whole ship was just a matter of thought.

But the speed now does not depend on him, but on Chanali's speed of controlling the growth. If all the wood on the ship is converted into such small pieces of wood, there is no telling how many pieces there are. Even if one thought destroys it, it will take tens of millions of thoughts.

The more Weilundra thought about it, the angrier he became. Adding to Mashan's sarcasm, he finally couldn't help it and burst out with energy:

"go to hell!"

A huge fire jumped up from the table, like a dragon, rising into the sky.

The piece of wood in the flames also shot up into the sky and turned into a big tree. Its branches quickly decomposed in the flames and continued to grow again.

When Weirendra started, Ma Shan felt the Zhulong Jiuyin Lantern in his chest jump suddenly.

This jump was more intense than the previous ones. The flame of the wick trembled, and the rhythm of the flames on the table shot into the sky, rushing into Ma Shan's meridians throughout his body.

"Yes!"

Ma Shan shouted, and with a thought, a small ball of equally bright and clear flame flashed on the table. The small piece of wood that was originally burning disappeared instantly, and the flame was extinguished along with it. The table was clean and spotless.

And the flame of Velendra, though great and majestic, still burned.

……

In the cargo hold at the rear of the giant ship, Chanali sat cross-legged on the ground with her hands in a seal.

The things in the cabin were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wooden objects, the floors, the cabin doors, and the decorative panels on the walls were all gone.

Sulawoma appeared at the disappeared wooden door.

She cast the spell eagerly, and several Yakshas emerged from the darkness and pounced on Chanali.

Chanali's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, her left hand remained in a seal, and with a wave of her right hand, her ten fingers turned into dry vines, which flew out quickly and entangled several Yakshas.

After summoning Yaksha, Suravma also rushed into the cabin.

A contest between ancient forces quietly unfolds.

Chanali's eyes were like deep green pools, reflecting the mystery and vitality of the jungle, while Surawoma's eyes flashed with a cold silver light, which was the depth and unpredictability of the night.

The air in the cabin was so heavy that it seemed as if it could be cut.

Chanali raised her jade hand, and the wooden planks around her came alive instantly. The roots snaked through like snakes, and the vines entangled Sulawoma like hungry beasts. The Rakshasa woman showed no weakness, and her sharp laughter penetrated the siege of the vines. As the laughter echoed, a cold breath surged in the air, and more and more Yakshas began to gather in the shadows.

The Yaksha roared and pounced on Chanali, their claws leaving black shadows in the air, but Chanali's surroundings had turned into a green barrier. The vines blocked every attack like a shield, and at the same time, her fingertips bloomed with little green, which were the seeds of life, taking root and sprouting in an instant, growing into an indestructible barrier.

Evil spirits like Yakshas are not afraid of pain, but they cannot stand the breath of life in the jungle. The vines entangled around them and the thorns piercing their bodies carry the vitality of all trees, tearing their bodies apart, and falling to the ground like rotten mud.

Surawoma roared as his body began to twist and deform. His skin cracked, revealing the metallic scales underneath. His eyes turned blood red and fangs extended from the corners of his mouth.

She transformed into a true Rakshasa, carrying the deathly aura of the netherworld and the evil of all ghosts. The saliva from her mouth corroded the hard deck of the cabin.

Chanali sat upright, rotating her hands in front of her chest.

The energy of life surged through her body, and under her will, the entire cabin became like the depths of a jungle, with weeds and vines growing wildly and thorns and trees everywhere.

Surawoma rushed forward, scratching with his sharp nails, breaking the vines, drooling, and causing the thorn wood to rot.

But this place has long turned into a jungle, with trees and weeds everywhere.

Broken vines healed and reconnected, and fallen trees began to grow again.

Sulawoma tried to break through the green cage, but every step was like walking through a maze of thorns, and every step exhausted her strength. Chanali was right in front of her. If she took two more steps forward, she could cut her throat with her nails and pierce her heart.

But those two steps seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the most vast rainforest in the world.

Soon, she was entangled and surrounded by increasingly dense vines and branches, tied up so tightly that she looked like a cocoon, with only her head showing.

Chanali slowly stood up, glanced at her, and said, "It's all over."

Then across the jungle.

All the green plants seemed to be one with her and would automatically make way for her when she took a step.

She walks gracefully and has a slender figure.

Looking at her back, the Rakshasa woman's eyes showed greed and envy.

……

"You lose." Ma Shan smiled as he looked at the bewildered Velendra opposite him.

Master Velendra, dressed in a bright red suit, no longer had the pride he had just had.

He was discouraged, angry, and hateful!

He couldn't accept the fact that he had lost, especially when he lost to the Abyss Fire, which was what he was best at and what he was most proud of.

The other party only used a lighter.

"Okay, you're awesome. Wait and see!" Velendra turned around and said to Abhishek behind him, "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute!" Ma Shan stopped him, "Master Weilundra, don't forget our bet."

“The ship is yours now,” Velendra said angrily.

"Our bet is not just on this ship," Ma Shan reminded.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise. From now on, everything on this ship, including these people and their property, is yours." said Velendra.

"So are you one of everything on this ship, Master Velendra?" Ma Shan asked with a smile.