Chapter 113: Bait, cloak and dagger (2/2)

“Phantom Mirage!”

This arcane master halted, immediately stopping his escape. Cold sweat flowed nonstop beneath his broken clothes.

The moment he halted, Ayrin seemed to emerge from the shadows, not even twenty meters away from him.

“Are you an arcane master from Holy Dawn Academy?” This arcane master looked at Ayrin and Moss’ obviously young and tender faces. He squeezed out a smile and said, “Maybe you’re mistaken? Why did you sneak-attack me all of a sudden?”

Ayrin gestured at Moss to flank him, saying at the same time, “You must be called Paul right? You even used Flash Steps right now, I shouldn’t be mistaken.”

“He doesn’t look scared at all… Why am I so nervous and scared even my body seems heavier? Bastard, I can absolutely not look worse than him. If I made a fool of myself, he’s going to make fun of me for sure!” Moss roared madly in his mind.

His fear and nervousness seemed to vanish gradually. With quick steps, he circled to this arcane master’s lateral side.

“I’m indeed called Paul, but I really have no idea why you’re attacking me.” This arcane master’s face turned even paler.

Ayrin opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak with this arcane master. But he didn’t say anything to him. Instead, he directly shouted at Moss as soon as he opened his mouth, “Moss, grow bigger!”

At the same time, he disappeared from where he stood and suddenly appeared on this arcane master’s right.

“Grow bigger, is Multi-Sizing called grow bigger? Do you think I’ll immediately grow bigger just because you said so?!”

Moss couldn’t resist cursing Ayrin again in his mind. However, an indescribable heat ignited even more fiercely inside his chest.

His clothes immediately sounded as if they were bursting at the seam.

With an explosive “Pa,” Ayrin and this arcane master called Paul blocked each other’s punches.

“Is that a beginner arcane master with only one open gate? How can it be like this!”

“Why is his strength so high!”

Paul fell back five steps in succession. The left arm he used to block Ayrin’s punch was thoroughly numb.

After smashing Paul with a punch, Ayrin slightly jumped half a step back, about to resume his charge forward as if without the slightest delay.

But just at this instant, he saw the brilliance of arcane particles flashing on Paul’s right hand.

“Swish!” “Swish!” “Swish!” “Swish!”

Five brightly-colored flashes flew and slashed his way.

Already leaning slightly forward, Ayrin’s body changed directions with extreme coordination. His figure shook. Against all expectations, he directly charged through the five brightly-colored flashes.

An Evil Flaming Eye shot out at the same time from his left hand.

Paul’s eyes suddenly stared straight at the Evil Flaming Eye, his movements pausing under its influence.

“Ah!”

Just at this moment, an explosive war cry boomed from Moss’ mouth. He jumped fiercely and smashed Paul with a punch.

Paul immediately splashed out, crashing and breaking through several small trees.

“Ah!” Moss couldn’t help shouting miserably at the same time, however.

Several rows of tiny bloody holes had appeared on his fist.

“He’s wearing bramble armor!” Ayrin shouted. He already vanished from where he stood, chasing after Paul’s flying body.

“My fist’s already like this, do I still need you to remind me he’s wearing one of these bramble armors at twelve gold coins apiece!” Moss couldn’t help but shout.

The instant Paul landed on the ground, Ayrin was already within three meters beside him. The brilliance of arcane particles once again flashed on his left hand.

But in this precise instant, more than a dozen cold beams of light appeared in his vision.

He tiptoed lightly on his feet, and, leaned suddenly backward, his body close to the ground, then flew away to the left in a slanted posture.

This posture would surely be extremely awkward for someone else, but at this moment, Ayrin flitted obliquely with astonishing grace and harmony, as if it were effortless for him.

Cold beams of light passed over him, one after another. One of them brushed against his waist, giving him the icy feeling characteristic of metal.

“He can dodge even like this!”

“Is he an arcane master with elven bloodline?”

Sprawled on the ground, coughing nonstop, Paul released two ring pulls from his right palm. Whether the revolving blades he released from his back at the beginning or the flying blades he shot out from his arm, all were masterpieces crafted by metalsmithing masters that he acquired at a great price.

This kind of elaborate but formidable metal spring weapons could complement an arcane master’s level when it wasn’t sufficient enough. Relying on the coordination of these weapons with body arcane skills, he’d even successfully killed opponents with three open gates.

But right now, he’d suffered twice in succession at the hands of two people who should be beginner arcane masters, judging from their looks.

“Flying Fireball!”

Hugely afraid, he forcibly propped his body up and half sat down. He crossed his hands in front of him and made a gesture as if he were blowing out air.

Arcane particles continuously flowed out from his ten crossing fingers.

Scarlet fireballs fluttered outward like soap bubbles, one after another, densely bubbling in Moss’ and Ayrin’s direction.