Apocalypse Magician

"Hahahaha, you don't want this poor guy to come and fight with grandpa, right?" Fan Jian also heard the implication of Feng Moxing's words, but he didn't pay attention to Li Xingkong, who had just entered school and had no background. "Looking at you like this, you can probably make a few small fireballs, right? Have you practiced the big fireball technique?"

"The small fireball is enough to deal with you!" Originally still struggling with how to ridicule Fan Jian, Li Xingkong decided to use the small fireball at this moment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xingkong saw a burst of magic rising. Sure enough, several small fireballs were flying in the air, and then he rushed over with a lunge. Fan Jian was slightly startled. Seeing that the opponent's movement aura was quite similar to that of Feng Moxing, he did not dare to neglect at all and quickly used the wind blade magic to stop him.

The wizard-level attack magic firepower was fully activated, and the sharp wind blades were like thousands of arrows. Li Xingkong relied on the speed and movement skills of a swordsman to move up and down and dodge repeatedly. Several small fireballs followed him like jumping elves. Behind Li Xingkong, the momentum continues unabated. Seeing this, Fan Jian had no choice but to increase his magic output and at the same time try to distance himself. After all, it is very dangerous for a magician to be approached by an opponent, especially when it seems that this opponent has some martial arts skills.

As a result, the battle continued between attacking and hiding. Fan Jian, who seemed to have the upper hand, was actually miserable. His own magic was on par with his opponent's martial arts, but those few small fireballs floating in the air were really annoying, making Fan Jian feel exhausted mentally and physically, but he had to be distracted and careful.

Finally, with the help of martial arts, Li Xingkong found an opportunity to take advantage of the difficult little fireball magic, and it landed directly on Fan Jian's head. Fan Jian, whose head was burning like a pile of straw, couldn't care less about magic and ran around covering his head. As a result, the remaining small fireballs fell down and his clothes began to burn.

"Don't worry, I'll help you put out the fire."

Under the guise of helping put out the fire, Li Xingkong rushed forward and punched Fan Jian directly in the face, instantly knocking out two of Fan Jian's front teeth. Then he threw Fan Jian to the ground and punched and kicked him like a storm. It was because he had revenge and complaints that Li Xingkong was extremely happy at the moment, while Feng Moxing was unwilling to be left alone and took advantage of the chaos to step forward and kick him a few times.

"My hair style!" Fan Jian was rolling on the ground in pain, covering his head and face, "Oh, don't hit people in the face!"

This burst of punching and kicking lasted for an unknown amount of time. When the smoke cleared, Li Xingkong was breathing heavily and discovered for the first time that beating someone was also a physical job. As for Fan Jian, who was lying on the ground, with few hairs left and his clothes in tatters and burnt, he looked even more miserable than the beggar version of Li Xingkong when he first met Luo Yingxue.

"You brat, you severely injured my grandpa. He will not be able to work for two years, and he will be unable to work for two years. He will also pay for medical expenses, missed work, and mental damages. Let's pay for a few high-level magic crystals first!" Even though his whole body was in pain like it was falling apart, Fan Jian didn't want to accept it like that. I'm scared, so I just lie down on the ground and start blackmailing people.

Li Xingkong couldn't help but find it funny. In fact, he was very measured just now. There was no martial arts component in the punches and kicks. At most, they were just like a street fight. Fan Jian was guaranteed to be in pain, but there would be no internal injuries at all. Fan Jian made it clear that he wanted to be shameless, but when Li Xingkong was a little beggar, he was a professional porcelain player, so how could he be afraid of this amateur trick.

"Everyone, come and see, the number one seed player Fan Jian has been beaten into a pig's head!" Li Xingkong shouted, and also added wind amplification magic, for fear that no one would hear it.

"You're cruel!" Fan Jian jumped up from the ground in an instant, rolling and crawling in panic. After all, Fan Jian is not short of magic crystals. However, if someone sees him in this embarrassing state, coupled with the four-school league incident, how can he still fool little girls on campus in the future?

Fan Jian fled, and Li Xingkong took a long breath. The feeling of revenge was really refreshing, and Feng Moxing also seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It was a rare assist in a good show.

"Senior brother, will that kid call himself a relative of the emperor and the country, will it bring you trouble?" Revenge is revenge, there are still some things to consider, and Li Xingkong doesn't want to implicate Feng Moxing because of this matter.

"This is the Supreme City, under the direct jurisdiction of the church. Where did the royal relatives come from?" Feng Moxing was originally fearless. Now with his strong strength, he has successfully applied for the position of leader of the Church Knights in the Supreme City area, which can be regarded as a leader. The middle-level managers of the church were even more unscrupulous and said, "If that doesn't work, tell me where his home is, and I will visit him when I have time to make friends."

Li Xingkong couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He felt that it was unnecessary to worry about Feng Moxing. This cheap senior brother was not ordinary arrogant and wanted to "make friends with force" every minute.

In fact, Feng Moxing had basically heard about the direct royal families of the six most powerful empires on the Fantasy Continent, but there was no such person as Fan Jian. He was probably from a medium-sized principality at most and could not make any trouble in the Supreme City. So in comparison, Li Xingkong is even more annoying: "Junior brother, are you stupid? When you were choosing weapons in Master's Treasure Pavilion, you couldn't see such a big Seven-Osidian Star Sword?"

"I saw it, but I have just started, how can I just take away the fire sword and burn it?" Li Xingkong was about to cry but had no tears. It was rare that he had self-awareness, but he was still being blamed.

"Master told you to choose whatever you want, meaning he asked you to take the fire sword and burn it, but in the end, I didn't know what kind of useless thing you chose, which made me have to go back to the master alone to bring it to you, and my legs were all broken. I'm almost exhausted." Feng Moxing took out a space storage ring seemingly innocently, but then he said seriously, "The fire sword burns out, and it can be used to save lives at critical moments, but ordinary people are innocent and possess the treasure. As for your crime, it is best not to make it public until your martial arts has reached the level of a great swordsman, lest it lead to death."

"Junior brother, please remember this." At this moment, Li Xingkong stopped joking. Looking back at Feng Moxing's record of never unsheathing a sword, I'm afraid he was also holding a Seven-Osidian Star Sword.

"Also, if someone like Fan Jian comes to trouble you again in the future, go to the local church to find your senior brother." Feng Moxing said extremely arrogantly, and even more exaggeratedly put on a look that looked down on the world, as if he did not regard the world's masters Putting it in his eyes, "Although our sect only has three masters and apprentices, it is still the largest sect in Fantasy Continent. How can we let some cats and dogs bully us?"

"Thank you, senior brother." Li Xingkong thought that Feng Moxing's friends through martial arts were very reliable.

As for the three masters and disciples claiming to be the "No. 1 sect in Fantasy Continent", Li Xingkong was sure and sure that the sect had recently changed its name to "The No. 1 sect in Fantasy Continent"...