The Lost Mage

Chao Lin was an experienced cultivator who lived a thousand years, so even if he looks relaxed, but in fact, he was focused on the enemy in front of him, who was quickly approaching him.

"Now I understand why Violet called him strange, I don't feel any pressure from him, as if he does not possess cultivation. This is probably a secret technique or an unknown artifact. It's better not to think about it for now, I will know it after his death. "

Chao Lin was still thinking about the enemy, but he was interrupted by a scream from under the mask of a white rabbit.

"Get away wimp, children should sleep at this time."

A moment later, the demon stood in front, but what alerted Chao Lin was the completely black sword that suddenly appeared. As if trying to catch by surprise, the demon waved his weapon and hit right in the head of the legendary spearman.

A faint smile appeared on Chao Lin's face.

"Even at first glance it is clear that he is not a swordsman; he treats the sword like a cleaver. He is open everywhere as if inviting him to kill. Amateur."

Chao Lin did not even think of blocking the black sword, because it was such a slow blow that if he had a d.e.s.i.r.e, he could compose a quatrain. Instead, Chao Lin simply moved his wrist and spear, as if an animated silver snake bending and wriggling at strange angles, headed at great speed right into the heart of the demon.

'Divine Sky Lance technique' was created personally by Chao Lin. Thanks to it, his name spread far beyond the Nine Heavens and he became known as the legendary divine spearman, the strongest and invincible! Well, almost invincible.

Seeing the approach of imminent death, a man in a rabbit mask, froze with fear. Even an old man hovering in the sky, it was clear that the distance was too short to respond.

Bei Ma raised an eyebrow.

"Surprisingly, he was too weak. I thought ... What?"

Instead of passing through the heart, a spear with a loud pop threw the demon far back and after a short flight, he fell to the ground.

"Sister Xu Lee, he is surprisingly too weak and not worth your attention."

After that, he heard a voice in his head.

"Strange, very strange."

"Violet, did you understand what it was?"

"No, but it's as if I crashed into some sort of transparent barrier."

Becoming even more cautious, Chao Lin slowly began to walk towards the masked man.

...

"F.u.c.k, my mana shield nearly crumbled to pieces."

Still recovering, Balor turned on his stomach and began to crawl along the ground as if running away.

Asking rhetorical questions, Balor gradually accelerated and crawled faster.

"My fine and distant future, please don't be so cruel."

He felt like someone was following him.

"That's why I hate plan C, always something goes awry. It didn't even help me that I didn't save the already meager amount of mana on strengthening the body, damn."

In the world of magic, there is a very simple way to strengthen spells, pour more mana into it. This rule also works to spells of boost. The more the mage used mana to increase speed, the faster he will be. But using more mana meant quickly contaminate your body with particles. Therefore, magicians were looking for ways to increase their soul power, this helps to use mana more effectively.

The higher the Soul Power of a magician, the better he controls his energy and thereby he needs less mana for a stronger spell.

"If I had mana, I would show you what real speed looks like."

Balor still crawled under the strange looks of the others.

The more Chao Lin looked at this, the more suspicious he became.

"A couple more meters." - Balor answered without even stopping.

"Sometimes you just have to accept death and with dignity embark on a cycle of rebirth."

Balor finally stopped and looked at the two elders in the sky, after which he began to rise quickly. Already standing, he directed his gaze at Chao Lin and trying to make his voice as coarse as possible, began to speak.

"Do you think you can kill me? I'll kill you! "

""Plasma. Ball.""

Balor used almost all the remaining mana for this spell.

A white luminous ball suddenly appeared in the palm of Balor, seeing that Chao Lin and Xu Lee immediately tensed, thinking about what they should do. But to their surprise, the enemy changed the direction of the throw at the last moment, directing him to Bei Ma.

Watching his 'perfect robbery' flying to an unknown old man, Balor could not stop thinking.

"This is a perfect throw with a perfect angle. Please, the old man just didn't move. "

"Chao Lin we need to go. We spent too much time on this burglar, it's time to end."

Chao Lin was a little shocked by what had happened. He felt danger from this white ball, but due to the accuracy of his opponent, he could not appreciate the strength of this country of technique. Although Chao Lin understood that it was time to end this overly long and strange battle.

He began to go to his opponent.

"If you have the last words, it's time to say them."

Unexpectedly for everyone, the demon, as if not afraid of death, raised both hands.

"My last words? You're probably joking. You may not have noticed, but I have a protective artifact that can withstand the pathetic blows of the cultivator of Earth level. I won't even feel the blows of your spear. Although even your girlfriend doesn't feel your spear, so you're already used to it."

Stopping, Chao Lin silently looked at Balor.

"Why did you stop? Hurry up and start poking with your insignificant spear. Such a wimp as you cannot kill me even in 100 blows."

Suddenly, Chao Lin took the spear in both hands and closed his eyes, slowly his spear began to glow with a golden light, becoming brighter every second. He knew that the enemy specifically provoked him, but he did not care. Now he was about to show what it means to provoke the greatest spearman among the Nine Heavens!

"Lao Li, I feel divinity in this spear. Did you teach him this technique? "

"Not."

From extreme shock, Lao Li was able to give only a brief answer.

Looking at the spear that caused him feelings of extreme danger, a smile appeared under the mask of Balor.

'My fine and distant future, please don't be so cruel.'

Now Chao Lin looked like a descending god. He held a spear that shone with a bright golden light and his hair fluttered in all directions. Suddenly he moved and struck towards Balor.

'I beg you, I say, my fine and distant future.'

Balor felt a large amount of energy approaching him, he felt great heat and imminent death.

'I'm just beginning way!'