Chapter 702: Mythological Beasts God Fights Wind God (I) (2/2)

The first match was already a great clash of power. Chen Ying’er’s good luck seemed to be finally exhausted, the Light of Selection having landed on her and the head of the Mage Temple, Li Zhengzhi.

Long Haochen’s expression changed slightly, looking face to face at Chen Ying’er, before she nodded back to him, standing up and slowly advancing toward the stage.

In this match, Li Zhengzhi was especially calm. Although Bright Glimmer of Hope had gotten prideful results, he remained impassive, his feelings devoid of the slightest ripple. Who knew if he really did not care about them or had other kinds of thoughts.

Currently, the only leftover Temple leader was Li Zhengzhi, the other four having all gotten eliminated. Him facing Chen Ying’er right off the bat really rose the excitation of the spectators to the peak.

This Chen Ying’er was a domain wielder as well! Could Bright Glimmer of Hope keep bringing nice surprises to everyone here?

With a faint smile on her face, Chen Ying’er advanced to the field, performing a salute to Li Zhengzhi. After all, Li Zhengzhi was still a senior.

Li Zhengzhi nodded slightly, and performed an inviting gesture. With his status, there’s naturally no way he could rush to take the first move against someone of Chen Ying’er’s age.

Chen Ying’er directly sat cross-legged before starting a chant, without the slightest defensive measure taken beforehand.

Looking at her, Li Zhengzhi couldn’t help but smile in reaction. What a girl! She was clearly taking advantage of his unwillingness to take the first move.

But even if I don’t take the first move, do you really think I have no other means? Li Zhengzhi maintained a slight smile, but still kept standing still and started a chant. A fantastic calm filled the whole stadium.

Ever since the start of the Temples’ Great Gathering, this was the first time two mages were facing off each other without the slightest probing attack.

An insipid entity spread out from Li Zhengzhi’s body, very rapidly taking shape on his back, forming green light interwoven around him. Being shaped into into an enlarged version of Li Zhengzhi, its chubby looks actually gave off a silly feeling of cuteness.

Seated on the Knight Temple’s side, Long Haochen couldn’t help but feel a chill of alarm.

Li Zhengzhi used a sort of wind god summoning magic, but which took less than twenty second to complete. The formidable power of this spell reached the forbidden spell level without a doubt. That was just crazy. Furthermore, that was accomplished without any equipment, and in the meantime, Li Zhengzhi had yet to even deploy his Wind God Domain.

Chen Ying’er seemed not to be perturbed by Li Zhengzhi’s magic at all, still continuing her chant, which continued in an even more obscure and redundant manner.

After that, some changes finally couldn’t help but occur to Li Zhengzhi’s face, because he couldn’t identity the spell corresponding to her incantation.

As a peak level mage, Li Zhengzhi may be unwilling to make the first move, but was even least willing to remain passive. So he immediately made preparations for a forbidden spell, this way no matter what kind of magical beast gets called out by Chen Ying’er, he could be confident in being able to destroy it with his magic. Even if Chen Ying’er would come with an especially strong magical beast, he could still make use of the Wind God Domain to boost his own magic.

It was not that Li Zhengzhi couldn’t cast multiple spell, but he didn’t see such a need. Moreover, maintaining a magic after cast without releasing it would come with a very large spiritual energy consumption. He really did not expect Chen Ying’er’s cast to take such a long time. For this girl being a powerhouse of the ninth step as well to need such a long time to achieve her chant, just what level could this summoning magic reach?

Although Li Zhengzhi had some ideas on the matter, he had still underestimated the chanting time Chen Ying’er would take. In a blink of an eye, three minutes had passed, yet Chen Ying’er was still going on, and her spell had yet to take effect. If it wasn’t because he already knew that Chen Ying’er had reached the ninth step, Li Zhengzhi would be thinking of her to be faking a chant. Just what chant could last so long?

“Girl, if you keep going on like that, this old man will make his move.” Li Zhengzhi’s dim voice reverberated in the whole stadium. Even for his face, he couldn’t waste his energy in this Temples’ Great Gathering. Maintaining this forbidden spell depleted his spiritual energy rapidly, and as other matches were coming next, an excessive consumption would very clearly be unfavorable to him.