Lan Chen quickly picked up the next miracle - trauma treatment.
At the same time, he also skillfully controlled the power of his miraculous powers to avoid being completely cured and acting like a normal person.
At least the scars at this moment are all just superficial.
After the flames dissipated, Mo Yangyu was not seen.
But Lan Chen didn't feel surprised. Instead, he looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on every corner.
The moment he successfully activated his wind power and reversed the fire, he felt a figure flash past.
Sure enough, Mr. Deng took action.
"Mr. Deng! Let me go!" Mo Yangyu broke away and said fiercely, "Come on, Lan Chen, it's not over yet!"
"It's over." Mr. Deng stared at Lan Chen expressionlessly, "You won this competition."
"Dare you ask me, senior?"
"Just call me Mr. Deng."
In a daze, Lan Chen seemed to see a fleeting murderous aura through those strange eyes.
"Mr. Deng! What are you talking about? It's not over yet, I can still fight!"
"That's enough." Only then did Mr. Deng look at Mo Yangyu, "Do you still want to continue to embarrass yourself? You can embarrass yourself, but can you afford to embarrass the Mo family?"
As soon as the word 'Mo Family' came out, Mo Yangyu calmed down.
But he was still puzzled, his eyes full of confusion.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Mr. Deng smiled coldly, "Boy, considering the fate of escorting me on this trip, I will reluctantly call you this time."
"Lan Chen, he is a 'golden wizard' with two kinds of magical powers. You, who plays with fire, how can you compare to him who plays with ice and wind."
Mr. Deng narrowed his eyes and said.
He saw the scene that just happened very clearly.
Ever since the arena collapsed, Lan Chen still didn't give up his desire to fight, so he also noticed something was wrong.
Only then did he concentrate and increase his vigilance, and finally be able to save Mo Yangyu before the flames engulfed him.
Naturally, he also understood what was in Lan Chen's palm and why the fire reversed.
It's no wonder that when he first met Lan Chen, Mr. Deng had a strange feeling. He was actually a natural-born golden prodigy!
But...when Mr. Deng rescued Mo Yangyu, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, but this feeling of disobedience only lasted for a moment.
"Bingfeng, two magicians!?" Mo Yangyu's eyes widened, and he finally understood why the fire was reversed.
"Yes, just like your genius brother 'Mo Yang Long', he has two kinds of magical powers."
Mo Yangyu clenched his gums. When he heard his younger brother's name from Mr. Deng's mouth, if it hadn't been for his lack of strength, he would have stepped forward and tore that stinking mouth apart!
In this life, what he hates the most is hearing the three words "Mo Yanglong". It is not just him, but the entire young generation in Kunshan hates this curse-like name the most.
"I know, but the engagement..."
"Don't panic." Mr. Deng waved his hand, "Now that what happened on the surface has happened, we can only find a way to operate behind the scenes. Leave it to me. But don't forget the purpose of going down the mountain this time."
"Even if you can't marry Sun Miaomiao, you can still handle what your grandfather told you. This farce is just caused by you coveting her beauty."
"Yes... Then please ask Mr. Deng to do your best. No matter the result, I will finish the matter."
Seeing that Mo Yangyu had regained his proper composure, Mr. Deng looked at Lan Chen again, his words full of admiration. "People with extraordinary abilities are already scarce, but I never thought that Mr. Lan would have two big ones, and even more...
Xing Lei’s two great powers.”
"Given time, no, there is no need to give time. Mr. Lan is now the Golden Dragon. The people of the Daqian Dynasty will eventually be protected by talented young people like you. Then let me first congratulate you on the prosperous military fortune."
"Mr. Sun, Mo Yangyu abstains from voting. Please continue with this wedding."
After that, Mr. Deng also dragged Mo Yangyu away.
Mr. Deng meant those words sincerely.
He has seen many talented people and people with high combat awareness, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Lan Chen.
It's like...a lion disguises itself as a poisonous snake, looking for the moment to kill it with one blow.
Lan Chen clearly possesses two magical powers: wind and ice.
But when facing Mo Yangyu, he pretended to possess only one miraculous power, and not only deceived Mo Yangyu, but also deceived Mr. Deng.
If it weren't for Lan Chen's unrelenting determination to fight tooth and nail, Mr. Deng would have let down his guard long ago.
Everything he did was for the sake of getting closer. After that, even if he was injured, he had to wait until Mo Yangyu used powerful flames to fight back.
The wind in the palm, the clever timing, and the forbearance, not even Mr. Deng could have used it with certainty.
The rhythm of the battle was controlled by Lan Chen from beginning to end. He seemed to predict the direction of all situations.
But at the same time... Mr. Deng had murderous intentions in his heart.
Not only because of Lan Chen's identity, but also because of his outstanding performance.
Within a moment, bursts of cheers erupted from the surrounding area.
Two miraculous powers!
There are such miracles in the world, what a feast for the eyes!
Sun Miaomiao stood up even more excitedly, her body trembling, and her eyes looked lovingly into the distance and at Lan Chen.
In a daze, she seemed to see the colorful auspicious clouds above it.
Only then did she understand what Lan Chen said was that he was really a hero riding on colorful auspicious clouds!
The well-informed ancestor was unmoved. Her interest was not in the stage, but in her granddaughter beside her.
"Miao'er?"
"Miao'er? Miao'er!"
"Grandma! You scared me!"
"I don't know whose soul was taken away. No matter how I call, I can't call her back."
"Grandma, you are making fun of me again." Sun Miaomiao pouted and leaned forward to hold the ancestor's arm.
"You are not joking. Look, Mr. Lan has defeated Mr. Mo, and now the results of the martial arts test will be announced. Just now your father told me in private that no matter what the result is, Mo Yangyu will win the championship. "The ancestor sneered while drinking tea, "But now?"
"Then the boys from the Mo family ran away in despair and still won the first prize. Bah! But I, Miao'er, have a good sense and picked a man who is both civil and military."
"Grandma..." A wave of warmth hit her, and Sun Miaomiao asked tentatively, "But isn't Mo Yangyu what you want?"
"It just suits your father's wishes. The Mo family in Kunshan is a good match, and the parents are well-off. It's time for you to talk about marriage, and you, Xiaofeng."
"What does it have to do with me?" Sun Xiaofeng couldn't help rolling her eyes. Under the veil, she was actually a little resentful, thinking that the person who didn't understand the charm would become her cousin?
He shook his head repeatedly to show resistance.
"Grandma can only warn you like this. At some point, if you have something in your heart, just tell it boldly. Otherwise, you will be coyly and accidentally arranged, and this will be the end of your life."