Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

Chapter 41 Lacy

Zhang Deshuai continued to select tasks carefully. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a task called "suppressing bandits".

The mission content showed that they had to go to a place called Black Wind Ridge to eliminate the bandit leader Laxi there. Zhang Deshuai's heart moved. This mission sounded very challenging and seemed to meet his current needs.

He imagined himself fighting fiercely with the bandits in Black Wind Ridge, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. Black Wind Ridge was a place that sounded dangerous and mysterious, and there might be all kinds of unknown situations hidden there. But Zhang Deshuai was not afraid, he knew this was a good opportunity for him to improve himself.

Zhang Deshuai stood at the gate of Black Wind Village, looking at the two minions with cold eyes. When the minions asked him who he was, he didn't bother to answer, and raised his hand to send out a fireball. The fireball was as fast as a meteor, and instantly submerged the first minion. With only a scream, the minion turned into ashes in the blazing flames and ascended to heaven on the spot.

Another minion looked at this scene in horror, and just as he said "Why did the magician attack us", Zhang Deshuai's fire arrow technique had already hit him. The fire arrow whistled with a sharp sound and accurately pierced the minion's head. The minion fell to the ground before he could even react.

As the village alarm bell rang, the tranquility of Black Wind Ridge was broken. Then, a large number of minions rushed out of the village gate like a tide. Zhang Deshuai was not afraid at all. He waved his hands and muttered something. In an instant, a raging stream of fire burst out, like a violent fire dragon, fiercely hitting the village gate. The sturdy gate was instantly shattered by the impact of the fire stream, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The minions were terrified when they saw this, but they still rushed towards Zhang Deshuai under the threat of the bandit leader. Zhang Deshuai did not say a word and immediately began to ruthlessly harvest. He continuously released fireballs from his hands, which flew towards the enemy like raindrops. Each fireball was scorching hot, blowing the minions upside down. Some minions tried to attack Zhang Deshuai at close range, but he evaded by flexibly moving sideways and used the fire ring technique to force the approaching enemies back.

The fire arrow shuttled through the crowd, hitting the target accurately every time, bringing up pieces of blood. Zhang Deshuai was like a ruthless fire god, rushing left and right among the enemies, and wherever he went was covered by flames. The minions fell one after another under his powerful magic attack, blood flowed on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and a strong smell of blood. However, Zhang Deshuai did not have the slightest mercy, he knew that these bandits had committed many evils and must be eradicated.

As the battle continued, Zhang Deshuai's magic power was constantly depleted, but he still fought tenaciously. Sometimes he cast a big fireball to blow up a group of minions; sometimes he released a fire wall to block the enemy's attack. Under his fierce attack, the number of minions was constantly decreasing, but they still rushed up one after another, trying to stop Zhang Deshuai.

Zhang Deshuai gradually felt a little tired, but his eyes remained firm. He took a deep breath, summoned the magic power in his body again, and launched a more powerful magic attack. The flames raged around him, turning all the enemies who dared to approach into ashes. Finally, the minions began to retreat in fear. They were shocked by Zhang Deshuai's powerful strength and no longer had the courage to fight. Zhang Deshuai took this opportunity to continue to advance and kill towards the depths of the Black Wind Village.

Just as Zhang Deshuai threw out a fireball, a loud shout suddenly rang out: "Who is going wild in my stronghold!" Then, a warrior with a scar on his face and a big sword in his hand rushed out like a tiger.

Zhang Deshuai saw this, without any panic, calmly raised his hand and threw the fire arrow at him. The fire arrow was like an arrow shot from a string, heading straight for Laxi. Laxi also reacted very quickly, instantly raising his sword to block it, and the fire arrow hit the sword, bursting out sparks.

Zhang Deshuai smiled inwardly: "Interesting, a junior swordsman." Then, he waved his hands and fired fire spells at Laxi. Laxi, with his agile body and superb swordsmanship, dodged left and right, and occasionally used his greatsword to split the incoming flames.

The two fought back and forth, and the fight was very lively. Zhang Deshuai remained alert at all times. He knew the danger of close combat, and kept using fire spells to distance himself from Laxi. Laxi was not to be outdone, and when he saw the opportunity, he suddenly jumped over with a flying slash. Zhang Deshuai quickly used the fire ring to defend himself, and the ring formed by the fire protected him firmly.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves. Zhang Deshuai moved flexibly, and the fire spells in his hands were fired like a string of cannonballs. Sometimes a big fireball whizzed away, and sometimes a fire arrow cunningly attacked Laxi's vital points. Laxi, relying on his powerful strength and fighting skills, wielded the sword vigorously, resolving Zhang Deshuai's attacks again and again.

The ground they were standing on was scorched by the flames, and the air around them seemed to be distorted by the fierce battle. Every time Laxi swung his sword, there was a sharp sound of wind, and Zhang Deshuai's fire spells were as dense as a storm.

As the battle continued, Zhang Deshuai's magic power was depleted more and more, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, constantly changing his tactics. Laxi was gradually forced into a state of embarrassment, but his eyes were still full of ferocity and determination. The two of them were like two lightning bolts, colliding fiercely on this land, and neither of them was willing to give in. The surrounding minions were all stunned and shocked by this thrilling battle.

In the fierce battle, Laxi thought to himself: "You are a junior magician. I will win if I can wear you out." He firmly believed that he could defeat Zhang Deshuai with his physical advantage. However, he had no idea that Zhang Deshuai had a top talent.

Although Zhang Deshuai's magic power was severely depleted at this moment, he actually still had more than half of it left. He was keenly aware of Laxi's physical exhaustion, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. "Humph, do you think you can easily exhaust me to death? Too naive." He mocked in his heart.

Zhang Deshuai's movements became faster and faster, and the fire spells attacked Laxi like a storm. He deliberately accelerated the rhythm of the attack, making Laxi exhausted. Laxi began to panic. He thought his strategy was about to succeed, but he didn't expect Zhang Deshuai to have such a strong reserve of magic power.

"How is it possible? Shouldn't his magic power be exhausted?" Laxi was filled with astonishment and confusion. But he still pulled himself together, wielding his sword, trying to resist Zhang Deshuai's attack. But every time he resisted, he consumed more of his physical strength, and his movements gradually became slower.

Zhang Deshuai looked at Laxi's changes and became more confident. "Your wishful thinking has failed. Today is the day you die!" His eyes flashed with determination. He began to deliberately focus his fire spells on Laxi's weaknesses, making it more difficult for Laxi to defend.

Despair gradually welled up in Laxi's heart, and he realized that he had underestimated Zhang Deshuai. "Am I really going to fail here today? No, I can't fail like this!" He gritted his teeth and persisted desperately, but the overdrawn physical strength made him increasingly unable to do it.

As time went by, Zhang Deshuai's advantage became more and more obvious. His fire spells kept hitting Laxi, leaving burn marks on Laxi's body. Laxi's breathing became more and more rapid, and he knew that he was in a desperate situation. "I shouldn't have underestimated him..." Laxi was full of regret, but it was useless at this time. Finally, under another round of fierce attacks from Zhang Deshuai, Laxi could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Zhang Deshuai looked at the fallen Laxi, and his heart was filled with the joy of victory.