450 Crushing Death Calamity! Professor Who Does Not Procrastinate
Hearing Fang Yi's words, dozens of beginners who had the most flexible minds and quick reactions immediately stood up and tried to escape from the classroom in the chaos.
At this moment, they felt that if they could escape, they would probably never forget today's lesson in their entire lives.
It is simply a lifelong psychological shadow!
For the rest of my life, I will probably have lingering thoughts when I dream about it at midnight.
only……
The black flames condensed into translucent butterflies and pressed on their backs, pressing the students to the ground, unable to move at all.
At this time, the other beginners also reacted one after another - Zhang Guangmu had obviously been contaminated by the demon and was on the verge of depravity!
His staff has a certain degree of self-will!
"Help! Someone come and help!"
"Damn it...could it be that today is the day I die? I'm really unwilling..."
"Woo, I don't want to die..."
"I want to become the strongest witcher! Kill all the monsters and avenge my parents. How can I accept this ridiculous way of death! Body, move!"
"Damn it! I still have a sister to take care of, I can't die here!"
No matter how determined these new students are and how strong their desire to survive, it has no effect.
The black flame butterfly pressing on them flapped its wings gently, causing their voices to gradually weaken.
The talent of being a witcher in the novices tells them that if they remain silent, they can live for a few more seconds or even dozens of seconds. If they continue to make sounds, they will only accelerate their own death.
In this case, they even wanted to stop breathing and heartbeat immediately in order to survive longer than other students.
Not long after, little black flames like dust spread out from under the wings of the butterfly, and condensed into a human shape.
The facial features of this black flame humanoid are very model, but through its outline, it can be seen that he looks exactly like Zhang Guangmu.
The Black Flame Demon Fallen—let’s call him that.
This black flame demon-fallen who seems to have originated from Zhang Guangmu has a rampant temperament and is extremely arrogant.
As soon as he appeared, he laughed endlessly, and the laughter was filled with strong malice: "Hahahaha! Everyone must die! Everyone... must be buried in my grave! I..."
At this time, Zhang Guangmu suddenly raised his eyes.
His voice was as cold as ever: "Shut up."
With these two words, he tightly grasped the staff in his right hand, held the air in his left hand, and twisted it hard.
Sizzle...
Following Zhang Guangmu's movements, the dark flames rotated, and the Black Flame Demon Fallen let out a shrill, unwilling scream.
"Ahhhhh!"
The Black Flame Demon Fallen seemed to want to say something else, but Zhang Guangmu just viciously twisted his claw-shaped left hand again, as if he pressed a button called "Silence".
Under Zhang Guangmu's almost cruel restraint, the malice of the Black Flame Demonic Fallen became more intense, and the screams gradually weakened.
From its face, you can vaguely see an expression called "disbelief".
It never expected that as Zhang Guangmu's [Death Catastrophe], it would be suppressed so easily.
This is unreasonable!
For Zhang Guangmu personally, this is just a small application of [Controller 2]. A small test of his skills suppressed the rampant arrogance of the Black Flame Demon Faller.
As for the stiff-bodied beginners, although they have regained their ability to move at this time, they do not dare to move at will.
"The true core of witchcraft is the urgent 'wanting' to do something."
Zhang Guangmu picked up the previous topic and said in a calm tone: "The spells, gestures, and steps you learned in the academy are just auxiliary."
"Thinking, ideas, beliefs, obsessions..."
"Get rid of distracting thoughts, purify your thinking, and make your thoughts pure! Only in this way will you be qualified to control the staff made of magic-forged gravel!"
"And the four-color meditation method you will learn in the meditation class will help you improve your self-control, strengthen your will, and strengthen your mental strength!"
"Only with a strong enough will can we control higher-level magic!"
Having said this, the corners of Zhang Guangmu's lips slightly raised: "Demon-forged stone gravel, magic-forged beads, and magic-forged jade, from low to high, correspond to the three levels of witchers."
"That's right, the magic jade you used when you were sorted was the handiwork of the professor in the alchemy class. That thing needs to be replaced once a century on average, and its shelf life is not very long."
"When you are qualified to control the staff made of magic beads, you are qualified to assume the title of [Demon Hunter]."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Guangmu clenched his left hand tightly.
At the same time, the Black Flame Demon Fallen let out a scream that made people numb their scalp, and turned into black sparks that exuded a strong smell of blood, gradually dissipating in the air.
At this time, Fang Yi noticed that the staff in Zhang Guangmu's hand, which had obviously become much more solid, seemed to be carved from a single piece of pitch-black demon-forged jade.
No wonder he is so powerful!
This is no longer the specification of an ordinary magic jade staff!
Fang Yi looked around. The students dressed in blue, red, gold, and black all looked thoughtful and thoughtful.
The hands that were still shaking seemed to be silently telling their fears.
I'm afraid today's class will give many weak-minded students nightmares for a lifetime, right?
That monster from before...
It is obviously a special life created by the mixture of Zhang Guangmu's distracting thoughts and the power of the devil!
"Are you acting? Let me tell you, how could a man as powerful as the dean fall into a demon state..."
"So this is ah!"
"I understand, Dean Zhang Guangmu wants us to remember the content of this class firmly... It's really well-intentioned!"
"Although I was a little scared just now, looking back...this was also a very lively and interesting theoretical class! I originally thought it would be boring!"
"The deduction of points is very severe, but it is for everyone's benefit. I am convinced by this point deduction!"
"Me too... The dean is so awesome! No wonder he is in a high position at such a young age!"
"That guy named Fang Yi is really lucky! I really envy him! His name was remembered by the dean!"
"In the next class, the person whose name is remembered by Dean Zhang Guangmu must be me!"
In fact, Zhang Guangmu's acting just now did have elements of acting, but it was just a matter of course.
[Demon Fall Incident] is indeed the first death crisis that the production team had arranged for Zhang Guangmu early!
Zhang Guangmu had some guesses - the normal solution to this death crisis would be to find the principal, and through a battle of wits, after paying a certain price, get the help of the sloppy old principal to break the situation.
but……
If you are strong enough, you can force yourself through a confrontation, so why do you do all those bells and whistles?
Just stand up and be holy, and that's it!
In front of all the freshmen, Zhang Guangmu violently smashed the first difficulty he encountered in "Demon Hunting Academy".
He glanced at the clock and found that only about ten minutes had passed since class started.
"get out of class is over."
Zhang Guangmu put the wand back into his sleeve and coldly announced the end of the first theory class.
I'm not doing this to be cool, just to prove...
Professors who don’t drag their feet are real!
…
High in the sky.
Director Feng Chuang, who transformed into a ball of golden light, watched Zhang Guangmu's performance and couldn't help but sigh: "Turning decay into magic, turning disadvantage into advantage! It's so strong!"
"I'm already looking forward to his collision with the other three major academies!"
"Zhang Guangmu, Bai Yongsheng, Sang Shenyou, Yue Yiji, Fang Yi..."
"I don't know which one will stand out in the end..."
