Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Moshe's eyes slowly swept across the "talisman wall" and then fell on the man's pale face.

It would be a bit of a lie to say that I don't want to. This body is suffering from magic intolerance, and one more amulet means one more safety guarantee.

But there is no such thing as pie falling from the sky.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I said I could help you build your spiritual world to world-class level within two years." The man let go of her hand, his coat falling heavily, and his tone suddenly dropped. "So now, let's start the first round of instruction."

Guidance... is here? Mo Xie was puzzled and looked around again.

The top of the clock tower is a sightseeing floor built later. The space is not large, about 50 square meters.

The sunlight filtering through the stone fence is the only color in the dim space.

No matter how you look at it, this place is not a suitable place for cultivation.

Without giving Mo Xie time to think, a faint purple light flashed in the man's dark and empty eyes. A powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, and then a flash of lightning rushed straight to his throat.

Moshe's pupils suddenly contracted, and his irises were stained with a bright gold color.

He quickly retreated to control the distance, circulated his magic power to cover his entire body in a defensive state, and at the same time summoned eight exquisite beads to draw a defensive formation at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The bright green light became brighter, and the magic array was drawn at the last second, just enough to block the purple lightning storm.

Is this the special method he mentioned?

Mo Xie put down his hand and silently looked at the man surrounded by lightning.

Half of his arm felt numb and trembled uncontrollably. A circle of eye-catching red marks appeared on the palm of his hand, accompanied by a strong burning sensation.

“Go on.” The man’s voice sounded ruthless, as if the person who had just been kind to him was someone else.

Isn't he a magician? Why is he so fast?

Moshe got into position again, with every inch of his muscles and every cell on high alert.

The purple lightning storm surrounding the man changed into the shape of a sword blade, and the fluid in the air reacted strongly, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The spirit fetus felt threatened and continuously generated magical power. The thick vines, which were completely different from the previous ones, had spherical leaf buds growing on each vine, dancing wildly behind Mo Xie.

The moment the lightning sword blade flew out, the magic vines also stabbed forward.

——Boom!

The two forces collided with each other, the bright green and deep purple intertwined, and neither could completely devour the other.

The excess force burst out in all directions and was bounced back by the transparent barrier, forming a small circle of oscillating ripples.

Mo Xie gave up physical skills and concentrated on controlling his magic power to find a breakthrough point.

The power of the lightning sword increases dramatically in a small space, making it impossible to dodge.

Just by passing over the surface of the skin, it will leave a series of eye-catching marks, criss-crossing like being whipped.

Mo Xie ignored his scarred arms and controlled the exquisite beads to draw a three-layer magic array. One layer was under the man's feet, one layer was level with his chest, and another layer passed through the man's neck, forming an even coverage.

The offensive magic "Light Split" has the characteristics of small range, great power and high accuracy, and is suitable for this small space.

The man just moved his fingers, and instantly countless light needles flew out from the magic circle and pierced deeply into his body.

"That's a good move." His expression was stiff, as if this shell couldn't transmit any pain, "What a pity..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Mo Xie closed his fingers and crushed a delicate bead. Then a large amount of magic power quickly gathered in the light-splitting array, forming a terrifying power fluctuation.

In the second stage of light fission, the magic power is compressed to a high purity, which is equivalent to multiple explosions on the target object, leaving it no chance to escape.

The reason why Mo Xie felt at ease to use force was because he knew that he was not facing a living person, but a shell that could move.

Did this high-intensity attack work?

The answer is no.

The emerald green light disappeared, and the tall figure of the man stood there, with his limbs intact, his skin clean, and his black hair still hanging down obediently.

It didn't hurt him at all?

Mo Xie's heart sank, and he felt suffocated for the first time since his rebirth.

What realm is this man in? A shell with only a portion of his power can completely block his high-intensity attack magic.

Compared to him, the queen of the magic kingdom, the blue sage Victoria, is so insignificant and powerless.

The man stared straight at Mo Xie with his dark, empty eyes. He raised his hand to his ear and slowly pulled out the only remaining light thorn.

"Do you know why I chose this place?" he suddenly said.

Mo Xie panted slightly and said, "There are few people, the space is narrow, and the light is dim. It's not easy to hide and... it's easy to put pressure on me."

The man snapped his fingers. "Smart."

"So you feel it? Pressure."

"...I felt it." Mo Xie was certain that the power the man used was just the tip of the iceberg of his true self.

"When facing pressure, some people can turn it into motivation, while others can't bear it and are completely crushed by it." The man spoke to himself and took slow steps. The rough soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making a disturbing noise.

"This is how the world is. There's only a fine line between destruction and rebirth. It all depends on your choice." He paused and said, "Of course, only capable people have the right to make choices."

Mo Xie listened silently, and Wu Li took advantage of his free time to heal the injuries on his body.

The man asked again: "Do you know what I saw in your eyes?"

Mo Xie's eyes moved slightly and he rubbed his knuckles gently.

The man is a magician and a devout believer in the God of Creation. Could it be that he has noticed my purpose?

"You are shocked by my strength and are more eager to take me as your master." The man's tone was stiff, revealing a barely perceptible pride.

What on earth am I expecting? Mo Xie's eyelids trembled slightly, and the vines swaying behind him collapsed instantly.

"Is that all you want to say?" Why not play another round? Mo Xie turned his palm upwards and condensed the exquisite beads again.

He is in very good condition now, with a surplus of magic power and mental strength...

Wait a minute.

Mo Xie was suddenly startled and cast a surprised look at the man.

“You finally noticed it.” The man chuckled, and his cold aura disappeared completely, returning to a kind attitude.

"In the face of pressure, you have made a choice." The lightning blade changed direction and merged into the man's body. The purple lightning storm gradually subsided, and the fluctuations of magic power also disappeared.

Hearing this, Mo Xie lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand.

Yes, the environment he is in is different now.

There is no magic kingdom, no powerful rival Victoria, and no frequent wars.

Life is too comfortable, strength is only used at critical moments, and it is difficult to challenge one's own limits.

If you want to quickly improve your abilities and strength, this is really the only special method.

Seeing that Mo Xie was lost in thought, the man reached into his pocket with his left hand and grabbed something. Just as he was about to take it out, his eyes fell on Mo Xie's clean arm, and he suddenly paused and stuffed the thing back.

Click.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came out in the quiet space.

"Tsk, this container doesn't work either."

The man raised his cracked arm and forced a frown.

"I have to go now."

"Remember to call me Master next time we meet, Xiao Mo."

After saying that, the man threw over two more amulets, perfectly replicating the scene in the garden late that night.

Snap, snap, rustle…

Mo Xie tightly grasped the cold amulet and watched the man shatter into pieces, turn into dust, and finally disappear in the sunlight.

So what's his name?