Intermediate Holy Magister Donald smoothed his gray beard on his chest, his face was very calm, but his eyes flashed, and he teased: "You can guess the strength of a Holy Magister just by guessing. Instructor Zhang Yunfeng has to
Your eyesight is really amazing!"
Although Donald's words sounded like he was praising Zhang Yunfeng, the teasing tone in his tone showed his attitude without reservation. He did not believe this reason at all.
Hearing Donald's barbed words, Zhang Yunfeng secretly complained, blaming himself for why he had to talk so much. Even if he knew he was a Holy Magister, why would he say it out? Isn't this asking for trouble! Being stared at by an intermediate Holy Magister
It's not that easy to deal with.
But Zhang Yunfeng didn't know that Donald's heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. When Zhang Yunfeng revealed his true cultivation level, Donald's heart was already in turmoil: "Who is Zhang Yunfeng?
After that incident, I have been hiding in the Royal Academy of Magical Martial Arts and rarely appear in front of the public. Except for Bruce and a few friends from the same period, even Austin doesn't know my details.
Then how did he know? Could it be..."
As if he thought of something, Donald's face darkened, and the spiritual pressure of the saint-level powerhouse turned into a thin line, stabbing straight at Zhang Yunfeng in front of him.
If it had been in the past, Donald would naturally not do this.
First of all, since that incident, his body has been affected a lot. Almost a quarter of his cultivation has been destroyed, and his combat effectiveness has been directly destroyed by 90%.
Secondly, he is kind by nature and does not like to add killings, so he uses mental coercion to attack directly. Unless the opponent's mental power is comparable to his own, or slightly worse, otherwise he is likely to be directly destroyed by the mental coercion.
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But things were different now. Faced with a stranger who might be an enemy, even Donald, who was used to being a good guy, couldn't help but feel the intention to kill.
I don't know whether it was due to Donald's physical condition or the decline in his mental control ability, but a small part of his mental coercion spread out, affecting the four weirdos around him.
Although it is only a small part, the mental pressure of a saint-level powerhouse is not something that ordinary people can accept even if it is a small part.
Lauryn, Rebecca, and Tony, three alchemists, magicians, and animal trainers who are good at spiritual power, under the attack of Donald's mental coercion, after the initial dizziness, they were able to immediately move better than
Ordinary people's mental strength to resist.
But the muscular man Lant was unlucky. Fighters are known for their superb physical strength, top-notch speed, and poor mental strength. When faced with the spiritual attack of the Holy Magister, his face immediately turned pale, and he fainted with a scream.
past.
As for Zhang Yunfeng, who received Donald's attention, he only felt a bang in his head, followed by a burst of pain that stung his soul, his handsome face lost blood, and his tall and tall body was on the verge of falling.
"Meow meow, why is it that Donald's mental attack seems to be even stronger than Austin's mental attack last time in the imperial meeting hall." While suffering from Donald's mental attack, Zhang Yunfeng said
I cried in my heart: "There is no reason. There is such a big difference in mental power between the high-level sword master and the middle-level holy magician! Could it be that little bastard Xiao Jiujiu lied to me? This Donald is actually the same as that old fox Brutz.
High-level Holy Magister?"
"By the way, Xiao Jiujiu, get out of here right now, I'm in trouble." Thinking of his powerful backup, Zhang Yunfeng quickly called out to Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.
"receive!"
Xiao Jiujiu, who was hidden in the computer bracelet, heard Zhang Yunfeng's order and immediately mobilized her mental power to defend Zhang Yunfeng from Donald's mental attack.
As a conscious spiritual body, Xiao Jiujiu has unique advantages in mental power. Although it cannot release the highest level of mental attack methods because of Zhang Yunfeng as its host, it is still more than enough to withstand the strength of an intermediate holy magician.
With the intervention of Xiao Jiujiu's mental power, the mental power in Zhang Yunfeng's brain that had been struggling to resist began to exert its strength again, and together with Xiao Jiujiu's mental power, began to resist external mental attacks.
"Finally saved."
Zhang Yunfeng suddenly felt the pressure suddenly reduced, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he did not forget to ask in his heart: "Xiao Jiujiu, didn't you say that this old man Donald is just an intermediate holy magician? Why is his mental attack so fierce!
He almost didn't hit me seriously, but why do I feel that his mental attack is much stronger than that of Austin, a high-level holy magician? Did you give me false information again?"
"Master, you have to speak with your conscience!"
When asked by Zhang Yunfeng, Xiao Jiujiu immediately stopped and shouted, "Although Austin's rank is higher than that of Donald, you also know the mental power gap between the Holy Magister and the Sword Master."
of."
"If we compare only with mental power, there is actually not much difference between Austin, the high-level sword master, and Donald, the mid-level holy magician. And the reason why the master feels like this now is entirely due to the master himself.
Because of that. If the master hadn't suddenly had an epiphany just now, completely consuming all the unparalleled Qi in his body and the mental energy in his brain, he would have been forced into this situation by an intermediate holy magician. Master, don't forget, you
Now he is also a lower-level holy magician."
"If the master hadn't been so talkative and had spoken out his strength in front of this Donald, how could he have been at odds with the master?"
Speaking of this, Xiao Jiujiu's tone couldn't help but contain a hint of blame.
Zhang Yunfeng thought about it and nodded.
"The last time I was attacked by Austin, even though I had not yet broken through, I still maintained my peak strength at that time. Coupled with Xiao Jiujiu's secret help, there was not much difficulty. But my current strength is at most
They are similar to ordinary mid-level great magicians. Even with the magical unparalleled Qi, they can compete with junior magicians and encounter magicians who are good at spiritual power. Moreover, they are also mid-level holy magicians. They can compete with junior magicians.
Don’t you suffer a loss?”
This was what he was thinking in his heart, but Zhang Yunfeng's body movements were not slow either. He hurriedly waved his hands to Donald in front of him and said, "Director Donald, please wait a moment and let me explain."
"Okay, I'll give you a chance to explain."
With a cold snort, Donald immediately withdrew his mental power. As for Zhang Yunfeng, Donald did not dare to kill him until there was no substantial evidence that he was an enemy. After all, before Zhang Yunfeng came to the alchemy department, Brutz and Baroque followed him
He said hello and asked him to take care of Zhang Yunfeng. If he killed Zhang Yunfeng like this, I'm afraid Brutz and the others wouldn't let him have an easy time.
As Donald regained his mental power, the mental pressure spread in the teaching office suddenly disappeared.
The three alchemy-type monsters, who were still struggling to resist the mental pressure from around them, immediately felt that the pressure suddenly subsided and they relaxed all of a sudden.
Liberta can still do it. She has the highest strength among the three. The mental power of the junior magician can withstand less than one thousandth of the mental pressure of the intermediate holy magician. Although she cannot fight back, she can still protect herself. Except
My face is a little pale, but that's not a big problem.
On the other hand, Laurian and little fat Tony looked a little embarrassed. After asking Donald to recover their mental power, both of them were covered in sweat, their faces turned pale, their clothes were already soaked with sweat, and they looked like they were recovering from a serious illness.
Tony, the little fat boy with the weakest strength, even sat down. He didn't care that the floor of the teaching office had not been cleaned for a long time and had accumulated more than a foot of dust. He sat down on the ground with his mouth wide open, breathing heavily.
He was so angry that all the little dust he had just blown up was sucked into his mouth.
At the same time, he did not forget to push the muscular man Lant next to him who had long been unconscious.
This is interesting. Before, it was Lant who pushed Tony, trying to wake him up. Now, it's the little fat Tony's turn to wake up Lant.
Perhaps thinking of what Lant had done to him before, the little fat Tony's dark eyes rolled around, and an evil and weird smile appeared on his face. His chubby hands also stopped, and he pinched Lant's big nose.
, and also sealed Lant's open mouth, clearly intending to take the opportunity to take revenge.
Under Tony's malicious tricks, the comatose Lant cooperated very well and woke up immediately.
However, Lant was much more eye-catching than Tony. When he woke up, he didn't scream as loudly as Tony. He shut his mouth obediently and stood aside, looking in awe at the familiar yet unfamiliar old boss in front of him.
"Tell me! How on earth did you know that I am the Holy Magister?" Donald snorted coldly: "Don't tell me that it was Bruce and the others who told you this news. They promised me to keep this secret at the beginning.
Even your direct descendants cannot be revealed, and you kid, don’t say that you are their illegitimate child!”
"You are the illegitimate son of those two old guys. Those two old guys that grandpa doesn't love and grandma doesn't love, how can they have such a handsome illegitimate son like me? Bah! I don't even know who my father is, so why?
To deal with the matter of illegitimate children, it is better to fool the man in front of you first. Even if the middle-level holy magician is affected by his vision and hearing problems, it is still a piece of cake for him to kill me, let alone
Now my strength is still greatly reduced, even if I give him my trump card, I may not be able to kill him."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yunfeng had developed 300% of his brain area to fully operate. He thought of an excuse in three seconds, and then said: "Actually, Director Donald, you are the Holy Magister, I really
It’s a guess.”
"snort!"
Hearing this, Donald frowned slightly and immediately snorted, obviously not believing it.
"Wait, I'm not finished yet!"
Zhang Yunfeng hurriedly explained; "First of all, I am a junior magister at the peak of the upper level. I am very sensitive in terms of mental induction, especially the induction of magic fluctuations. I can vaguely feel the general mid-level magisters and even senior magisters.
Got it. But for you, Director Donald, I can't feel even a little bit of strength, which means that Director Donald, your strength is definitely above that of a senior mage."
"Combined with what you said before about the two deans of Baroque, people who can talk to each other equally as the dean and deputy dean of two saint-level strong men should naturally be strong men of the same level. Combining these two points, I can
I will guess that Director Donald you are a Holy Magister."
After listening to Zhang Yunfeng's explanation, Donald's alertness dropped.
Indeed, as Zhang Yunfeng said, as a strong person, naturally he will not, or rather disdain, talk to those who are weak in strength. This is the subconscious mind of all strong people.
Especially for the saint-level experts, this kind of arrogance is even more obvious in them.
If you don't have enough strength, let alone talk to them as equals, even if you want to meet them, it will be very difficult.
Exposed mental power, he keenly felt that Donald's eyes were no longer alert when he looked at him. Zhang Yunfeng wiped the cold sweat on his head due to the mental attack before, and thought to himself: "Finally settled this matter."
Trouble."
At this time, the four alchemy geeks who had been watching as spectators finally understood the confrontation between the two, and they felt relieved.
After all, it is very scary for the Holy Magister to take action. If he is not careful, he will endanger Chiyu. Rookies like them may be finished at any time under the influence of the Holy Magister's attack.
To take a step back, even if they are not affected by the magic attack, but in the teaching office that they are in now, which is like a dangerous building, let alone the attack of the Holy Magister, just an intermediate magic, or a fighting spirit slash.
, also couldn’t resist.
Once the teaching office collapses, muscular men like Lant may not be in serious trouble, but sideline professionals with little defense capabilities like Lauryn and Tony will be lucky if they are not crushed to death.
"Director Donald, since you are a distinguished Holy Magister, why do you still stay in the Alchemy Department? With your strength, even if you are the dean of the college, you have enough capital, why do you still come to the Alchemy Department? It stands to reason.
, that old fellow Kenneth is just instructing you?" At this time, Liberta, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked.
The other three alchemy monsters also looked at Donald with puzzled faces, and even Zhang Yunfeng looked here curiously.
Obviously everyone present wanted to know why Donald, the noble and noble Holy Magister, left the good dean of the college inappropriately and instead went to stay in the small temple of the Alchemy Department. Even if it was a legendary pretense,
That's not how it came about.
Facing the gazes of everyone in the teaching office, Donald sighed deeply and began to tell them his story.
"Like Bruz and Baroque, I were all students who came out of the Royal Martial Arts Academy. At that time, we were known as the three heroes of the academy, and we successfully graduated with strength far exceeding our peers. After leaving the academy, the three of us
People started to practice together on the mainland. We have been together through life and death, and experienced countless life and death struggles. After experiencing several life and death tests, and with some opportunities, we all stepped into the ranks of the Saint level as we wished and became
It's enough to intimidate all the saint-level experts." At this point, Donald's old face showed a trace of nostalgia and pride that could not be concealed, but it soon faded away.
"After becoming a saint-level powerhouse, because Baroque and Bruz both had their own ambitions, we separated. Baroque successfully became the branch president of the mercenary union, and Bruz also became the branch president of the mercenary union as he wished.
The person in charge of the Magic Guild, but I have always stayed aloof from the world and continued to travel around the continent."
"Once, when I was traveling, I met a Holy Magister of the Undead. He was massacring a village, absorbing the dead souls and refining undead creatures. I was angered by the behavior of the Holy Magister of the Undead, and I immediately attacked
He launched an attack, even though I was already a mid-level Holy Magister at that time, and the Holy Magister of the Undead was only a low-level Holy Magister. I was better than him in terms of strength. My thunder magic had the most offensive power among all magics.
It's so strong. When everyone is a Holy Magister, I finally succeeded in killing the Undead Holy Magister after a day and night of fierce battle with him."
"But the magic of the undead system is notoriously weird. Before he died, the undead mage used forbidden techniques and forcibly sacrificed his soul to gain powerful spiritual power and used ten kinds of magic of the undead system.
Level 1 magic 'Nightmare Curse'."
"This 'Nightmare Curse' is the only magic among all the eleventh-level magics that has no offensive power, so it can be successfully used by his lower-level Holy Mage Zi when he uses forbidden spells."
"But even though the 'Nightmare Curse' has no attack power and cannot kill me, it is like a nightmare, bothering me. My cultivation has been limited by a quarter under the influence of the 'Nightmare Curse'
First, it is not even comparable to the average low-level Holy Magister. Moreover, the power of the 'Nightmare Curse' is not just that. Over the years, under its influence, my vision and hearing have begun to deteriorate one after another.
Situation. Due to the degradation of these sensory factors, my combat effectiveness is only about one level at its peak."
"I also asked the red archbishop of the Church of Light for help, but what I cultivated was level 11 undead magic. Unless someone is willing to use the same level 11 light magic 'Blessing of the God of Light', my strength is...
There is no way to recover. But to be able to release the eleventh level of light magic, only the magic gods of the light system can do it. But there are not many magic gods even on the mainland. I know that there are light magic gods in the Holy Land of the Holy See.
existence, but why does the God of Magic expend so much effort and use eleventh-level light magic for me, a sealed holy magician!"
"You know, even if you are a Dharma God, it is not that simple to cast Level 11 magic. I am not qualified to let the Dharma God of the Holy See spend so much time and energy to use Level 11 magic at the expense of my cultivation.
level of magical rescue. In the end, I could only answer the academy in despair. With the help of Brutz and the others, I could live an ordinary life in the Alchemy Department..."
After saying that, Donald sighed sadly and said nothing.