C75 Magic Great Games (8) (1/2)
Five thousand years ago, the Demons's territory was the poorest and most dangerous piece of land in the world.
Every day, a little boy would come to the tallest mountain and silently gaze at the clouds in the sky.
”Mom, why did the god race want to kill us all?” The little boy would ask his mother the same question every time he saw the cloud.
His mother would always tell him, ”Because we have the ability to frighten them, and they fear that one day we will threaten their rule. So they chased us out of the gods and exiled us to this place full of danger. ”
”I must bring my clansmen back everything that we deserve! ”Of course!” the little boy said firmly, his eyes so determined.
”Then you must remember never to give up!”
This little boy was the greatest clan elder in the history of Demons, the sixteenth clan elder — Shi Shen!
”Never give up!” The half unconscious Chang Jing let out a furious roar from the bottom of her heart. His eyes shone with a frightening silver light, her expression extremely profound.
The silver light rapidly expanded until it enveloped his entire body – everything was completed in an instant.
”Whirlwind” was worthy of being called the highest level spell in the wind attribute Intermediate Magic. It used the tornado's power to drag Chang Jing into the center of it.
Chang Jing was ripped to the very top by the hurricane.
”Sorry, sorry …” New Wind who had calmed down from his rage muttered guiltily to himself as he looked at Chang Jing's black spots in the distant sky.
Although the Referee could not bear it, sometimes fights were indeed cruel. He announced loudly, ”Xinfeng. Zi wins! ”
”We're finished …” Southeast's eyes were filled with tears, ”It's all my fault, I was the one who harmed Big Bro!”
Qing He had long been crying.
When the might of ”Whirlwind” disappeared, the audience couldn't help but look up at the sky, hoping for Chang Jing's heavy fall — No, they were hoping for a miracle. Chang Jing's unyielding performance had already won the highest respect in their hearts.
After a long while, an object that was emitting a silver light slowly landed on the stage, the silver light dimmed and it was's godlike figure!
”The match isn't over!” Chang Jing let out a light but unusually imposing voice from her mouth. He looked towards the Referee — it was a kind of high and mighty gaze, a gaze that shouldn't be emitted from Chang Jing's eyes.
”Competition... The competition will continue! ” Referee came back from his shock and shouted in panic. He had never been looked at in such a way before.
Thunder roared from below the stage...
”It's great that you're fine!” Xin Feng was overjoyed. ”I'm sorry for what I did just now …”
”It doesn't matter.” Chang Jing's tone was still cold and imposing, ”The competition isn't over! ”Come on!”
Even though Xin Feng was full of guilt just now, after hearing Chang Jing's words, the flames in the bottom of his heart that were yearning for victory started burning once again.
Because this was their battlefield!
”Almighty Wind and Fire, supreme Elf … Endless power — — Gale Thunderstorm! ” Xin Feng once again chanted out the ”Gale Thunderstorm” that caused the spectators to tremble in fear. It was this technique that Chang Jing had lost to just now!
The summer heat was once again dispersed by the magic of the new wind, and the whole arena began to grow cold again as the clouds covered it, and thunder began to strike again in the sky.
”Hua …” A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down towards Chang Jing's head from the sky.
But this time, Chang Jing did not dodge. He raised her right hand and looked arrogantly at Lightning, who was rushing towards him, and began to chant in a low voice.
”The lonely darkness, the loneliness that devours everything... Listen to your master and swallow everything in front of me! ”
The lightning seemed to have been angered by Chang Jing's actions, and with a whistling sound, it struck Chang Jing's right hand that was raised up.
The miracle happened again, the initially furious lightning suddenly became weak in Chang Jing's hands, surrounding Chang Jing and making struggling ”Zi zi” sounds.