Chapter 238 Challenge
The mental power fluctuations in the Mage Tower stabilized and gradually converged. It was obvious that a breakthrough had been successfully made and the team was adapting to the current state.
"How can I make up for the time I spent practicing?"
Mo Lan fell into deep thought. He wanted to give reasonable compensation to those who served in the association.
They have no shortage of wealth. They can become elite members of the Mage Association, or even elders and vice presidents. Many of them have a guild behind them to support them.
In the Mage Association of 500 people, more than 200 of them have the support of the guild. At the very least, they are just listed in a guild. They don't join the guild or have real jobs, but they get paid and only need to help out occasionally.
The remaining 200-odd people were not invited, but they just didn't want to. They could exchange the money and resources they needed by completing some tasks within the association. They didn't need to be affiliated with a guild in name only, nor did they want to be affiliated with a guild in name only.
Even ordinary members of the Mage Association are extremely sought after in the outside world. This is the value of the Mage Association.
Therefore, simply compensating wealth is meaningless, and in Mo Lan's opinion, it is even an insult to them.
Just like Mo Lan himself, if he asked himself, if someone paid him to help with work and thus delayed his research and practice, Mo Lan would not even look at him and might even feel unhappy, no matter how much money was offered.
So the first thing to be ruled out is monetary compensation.
“Magic plant treasures? Never mind. Low-level ones are no different from money, and the high-level associations can’t take them out right now.
How about technical library points? That's interesting, but not very interesting. If they are given time, they can earn points through their own research, which will also benefit their own growth."
Mo Lan had a headache and frowned.
"It would be great if there were time-based spells. I could just double my time, spend 24 hours a day on management, and another 48 hours on practice and research."
When Mo Lan was complaining, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind.
"Wait, research doesn't count, if it's about practice, then maybe there's a way!"
However, at this moment, a familiar voice sounded, interrupting Mo Lan's thoughts.
"Mo Shen Mo Shen, are you doing something here? All of you are standing outside."
"No, hey, Yi Fei, why are you here? You guys are here too?"
Mo Lan gathered his thoughts, wrote a few words in his notebook, then looked at the person who came and said with some surprise.
"Hey, did we bother you? I'm sorry that I didn't tell you in advance when I came."
Yi Fei noticed Mo Lan's actions and immediately said apologetically.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't bother me."
“Oh, that’s good. If I accidentally interrupt Mo Shen’s inspiration, I will be committing a great sin.
Oh, I got off track. I came here mainly for two things.
First of all, regarding the matter you told us last time, I want to call everyone over and discuss it together."
Yi Fei didn't quite understand, but Mo Lan understood immediately and nodded.
"The second thing is to take over the job transfer method of the Spell Breaker Swordsman from our association. The points gathered should be enough to exchange for a spell-constant skill, right?"
“Oh, that’s enough, you just need to go through the procedure when the time comes.
But...Spell Breaker Swordsman?"
Mo Lan looked at Yi Fei thoughtfully, and the others also had slightly different opinions.
The name of this profession made them fantasize a little.
"Hey, this is the last thing. Someone from our association wants to challenge you."
Yi Fei said somewhat embarrassedly.
"He wanted to challenge you before, but unfortunately he couldn't even see the taillights of the car you left behind. Now that he finally saw some taillights, he quickly seized the opportunity to challenge you. He wanted to see how big the gap between him and Mo Shen was.
In addition, I will also show the profession of the Law-Breaking Swordsman to Mo Shen so that he can get a good price when he estimates the price later.
The profession of the Spell Breaker Swordsman is not weak. "
I have to say that Yi Fei is very good at talking. He obviously wanted to challenge Mo Lan, but he acted in such a calm manner that it was hard to get angry at him.
"That's him."
Yi Fei pointed at the player behind him who was looking at Mo Lan with a cold face, with a hint of pride on his face.
Yi Fei smiled when he saw this.
"Born as a professional gamer, I have a sense of pride. Please forgive me, Mo Shen."
However, before Yi Fei could finish his words, this person spoke.
"One sword is enough to kill you."
The mages around suddenly looked strange after hearing this. Their originally cheerful eyes turned cold. They said nothing and made no movements, but the elements in the air became restless unconsciously.
At this moment, there are at least nearly a hundred third-level spells prepared and ready to be released at any time.
The Master never beeps.
The smile on Mo Lan's face froze, and he pressed his hands down behind his back.
Yi Fei's face instantly turned gloomy. He was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a voice came from the direction of the Mage Tower.
"Challenge the president? Who do you think you are? Can just anybody challenge the president?"
Everyone looked towards the direction of the Mage Tower, and saw a man holding a steel staff as high as his eyebrows.
The staff body is as thick as an egg, and at the top near the eyebrows is a pure steel ball slightly larger than a fist. A crystal is symbolically inlaid in the middle to insist that it is a magic wand.
Seeing this, Mo Lan smiled and turned to Yi Fei and said.
“Yi Fei, this person here just happened to be promoted to a fourth-ring mage.
What's your name...? "
"His name is ..."
Yi Fei was about to speak to Mo Lan when he waved his hand.
“Forget it, it doesn’t matter what his name is, he just happened to be promoted.
It would be better to let them fight, so that I don’t end up bullying the younger generation.”
"Mo Lan you..."
"Shut up!"
A cold light flashed in Yi Fei's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, then looked at Mo Lan and smiled.
"That's fine too. Then what venue does Mo Shen plan to hold?"
Yi Fei took over Mo Lan's step and went down.
"Right here."
Mo Lan spoke out.
"Put away your magic spells one by one, it's shameful.
You act like you've never seen the world before. You're so proud of telling others in advance that you're going to cast a spell, right?
Next time I will add a special lesson on how to cover up elemental fluctuations before casting a spell. It's embarrassing.
Now, spread out and leave a 100-meter circle for them to duel."
The surrounding mages laughed and made way when they heard this, but Yi Fei was stunned when he heard this.
"This one hundred meters? Or a little further?"
"It's all right."
Mo Lan waved his hand. Seeing this, the swordsman player's face turned cold. He snorted coldly and walked towards Zhang Guangmo.
"Kill him and then I'll kill you."
He said in a cold voice, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him. Yi Fei's eyes turned even colder when he looked at him.
Soon a circle of one hundred meters was vacated. Mo Lan organized people to cast a spell, using a five-centimeter-high step to indicate the range of the circle.
"If you step out of the circle, you lose . If you die, the battle ends. The battle begins when the stone in my hand falls to the ground."
Mo Lan threw the stone in his hand, and everyone focused their eyes on it.
Boom!
The moment the sound of stone falling to the ground was heard, the long sword was unsheathed, and a strange energy vibrated in the swordsman's body. Wherever the blade pointed, the elements became silent.
The sharp blade was unsheathed, a flash of white light appeared, and everyone's heart felt a little cold.
Although this swordsman is arrogant, he is also capable, and this profession seems to be somewhat restrained by the mage. Zhang Guangmo...
Everyone turned to look at Zhang Guangmo, but he had disappeared, leaving only four magical fluctuations in his place.
A spell burst out with dazzling brilliance, as if looking directly at the sun. Except for the association members who had used spells to protect themselves in advance, everyone was blinded.
During the spell of light, a spell wave fell around the swordsman. Mages who observed with their mental power found that the elements and air around the swordsman were all disturbed, and there was no regularity at all, and they could not be perceived.
The swordsman who suddenly lost his senses bent over and slashed around with his sword!
The sword left a mark as it passed, and the disturbing elements seemed to be cut off by the sword, but nothing was gained.
Zhang Guangmo appeared above him silently, and the staff in his hand fell towards his head instantly. The speed was fast, but there was no whistling sound, and even the strong wind disappeared. The silence was eerie.
Bang!
Yi Fei and the others regained their vision and when they opened their eyes they saw a headless corpse falling down. Zhang Guangmo shook his head in disdain while holding his staff.
"One stick is enough to kill you."
