Street Fighting 57

  Xia Ming left the Sewell Manor when it was already deep in the night, and the biting cold wind outside made him shiver involuntarily. He couldn't help but circulate his magic throughout his body, which made him feel a bit better.

  The bright moon is high in the sky, and the cold wind is howling. It's really not a good time to be out, but Xia Ming endures the chill and hurries towards the academy.

  "What a damn weather, I should have stayed in Su's manor!" Xiaoming complained, and then his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly hid his breath.

  Because he felt that there was a strong magical power nearby.

  "What's going on?" Xiaoming thought to himself, his heart racing. No, it wasn't just one surge of magical power, but two! These two surges of magic seemed to be fighting each other, the magic swirling restlessly. This was a battle between two magicians in the middle of the street!

  He felt that there were two magicians fighting, and Xia Ming's first reaction was to hurry away. The two magical powers were abnormally strong, not something he could contend with at present.

  Those two strands of magic, however, arrived in an instant, getting closer and closer to Xiaoming. Xiaoming didn't dare make the slightest movement, he could only hold his breath, withdraw his aura, and hide in the corner of the wall. A cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he had already cursed his bad luck countless times in his heart, damn it, why did he have to run into something like this as soon as he stepped out the door?!

  Now he dares not make a single move, lest he be discovered at the slightest movement.

  "Saladin, hand over the Moonlit Dusk, and I'll let you leave with your whole body intact!" A sharp voice pierced through the air, its shrillness akin to the sound of metal clashing, causing Xia Ming's eyebrows to furrow involuntarily.

  The bright moon was in the sky, a tall and slender black figure appeared on the street. The person wore dark-colored magic robes, held a staff, and had an expressionless face. This was a magician of about thirty years old, his face was somewhat gloomy, with a pair of narrow eyes scanning forward.

  In front of him was a mysterious figure in a black robe that covered his entire body, making it impossible to see his face. He also held a crystal clear staff in his hand.

  This is the black-robed person from the Medicine Assembly!

  Xia Ming recognized him at a glance, the black-clad man who was called Saladin's Black Knight was exactly that mysterious black-robed person. With Xia Ming's spiritual power, he absolutely wouldn't mistake!

  "What kind of person is this black-robed man?" Xiaoming thought to himself, becoming increasingly cautious, fearing being discovered by the two. Fortunately, he was currently in a location that was still some distance away from them, and Xiaoming had previously concealed his breath, so he hadn't been detected.

  The man in black slowly opened his mouth and said coldly, "Anla, don't think about it, I've hidden Moon Shadow Dusk in a place where no one can find it!"

  "The man called Anra's face suddenly turned cold, his voice became even sharper: 'You damned Saladin, you're looking for death, I'll annihilate this rebel today!'"

  The man in black chuckled, his smile filled with thick disdain: "You think you can? If it wasn't for your accidental discovery of me today, you'd never find me, Saladin! You're just one person, Anra. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" As the man in black spoke, his staff spun rapidly, a powerful gust of air pierced through the void, emitting a thunderous roar, and an awe-inspiring magical power pressed down heavily.

  Master, absolute master!

  Xia Ming's eyes narrowed, this black-robed man was actually a rare master, although Xia Ming couldn't judge the specific level of the black-robed man, but undoubtedly much stronger than him now.

  "These two people are fighting over something called Moon Shadow Dusk, and it seems like they have a long-standing grudge. I wonder what this Moon Shadow Dusk is...” Xia Ming held her breath, her mind racing quickly."

  The man in black quickly chanted a string of phonetic sounds, his staff pointing at the man named Anla. A red crescent moon appeared at the tip of the staff, and countless mysterious runes flashed by, causing Xia Ming's pupils to shrink suddenly.

  "Red Moon! Divine Pattern of Heaven's Gift! This is actually the second heavy boundary of chanting speed that Teacher spoke of, Red Moon!" Even with Xiaoming's mental state, he couldn't help but be shocked.

  The incantation of the black-robed man actually also possesses a heavenly divine pattern, and it's even at the second heavy boundary, Red Moon!

  Xia Ming suddenly remembered Anthony's words. A person who possesses the second realm of the Heavenly Pattern must be a master among magicians.

  "Shadow Corrosion!" The black-robed man chanted the spell at an unbelievable speed, almost finishing it in the same instant that his staff pointed out, leaving Xia Ming gasping in amazement.

  In the midst of the air, countless black icy mists were released, and the air seemed to be distorted. A huge black magic sphere enveloped Anla in the void.

  "How is this possible? Half a year without seeing you, your strength has become so terrifying, could it be Moon Shadow Dusk?" Anla was shocked.

  Anla's face changed greatly, gritted her teeth, and a magic spell suddenly took shape. Xiaoming noticed that when Anla chanted the incantation, only the first layer of the Heavenly Gift God Pattern appeared, which was the same as Xiaoming's boundary, Silver Star.

  Of course, the level of the Innate Divine Pattern is not the only standard for a mage's strength, it's just a reference.

  "Water Curtain Heaven's Splendor!"

  Anla let out a loud shout, and his body was surrounded by a powerful water element. No matter how the black-robed man's black magic ball crushed him, there was always a layer of water light around his body, protecting him.

  In mid-air, only a dull thunder-like rumble was heard, as the massive black magic sphere stirred up countless storms. The fierce winds howled and the magic sphere continued to roll, Anla gritted her teeth to barely withstand that terrifying corrosive storm.

  The two people's confrontation, although seemingly simple, made Xia Ming's heart tremble with fear. Between the two magicians, there seemed to be a kind of force field in the air that was similar to a domain. If someone else were to enter at this time, they would probably immediately be crushed and turned into a meat patty.

  "Unexpectedly able to block my one blow, Anla you've also made quite a bit of progress, unfortunately compared to me now..." The black-robed man sneered.

  "Damn it, only half a year hasn't seen you, and you actually..." Anla cursed, her tone full of surprise.

  The man in black seemed to be laughing, but his laughter was also extremely strange: "You just go down to hell obediently!"

  The black-robed man spoke as he swung his staff, unleashing a fierce black storm that brewed with surging magical power, and the raging tempest almost instantly closed in on Anla!

  The black storm was over ten meters high, and when it swept in, the stones and sand on the surrounding streets were all sucked up, even trees were uprooted, it was more terrifying than the tornadoes Xiaoming had seen in disaster movies.

  Anla's face finally changed color, and a hint of fear flowed out from his eyes as he exclaimed: "Disaster Wind! You've actually grasped the Disaster Wind!"

  Anla was originally still calm, but as soon as she saw the black terror storm, she immediately changed color and even sprouted a mind to retreat.

  At this time, he and the black-robed man were not opponents of the same level at all. If they continued to entangle, he would surely die!

  Anla immediately dropped his entanglement with the black-robed man and cast a wind magic on himself, preparing to escape. However, the space around him was sealed off by the black-robed man's powerful magic, making it impossible for him to escape!

  An Lashan's face turned desperate, his eyes changed several times, and in an instant he became fierce: "I'll die with you! You bastard, go to hell too!"

  His eyes were filled with a mad color, and the magic around him seemed to be sucked out instantly, all rushing towards Anla's direction!

  Next, Xiaoming saw a terrifying scene...