Four Split Personalities

He hadn’t seen the entire process, just assumed he had been sneak-attacked by that old man with frustratingly tough luck, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger. He would have loved nothing more than to charge at him and kill him on the spot.

But Sergei didn’t do so, because the people who posed a threat to him at the moment were not that incompetent Mage, but the mysterious Half-Dragon man and equally uncanny Half-beast girl in front of him. As for that Fireball just now, it wasn’t considered powerful enough to even warm his face, let alone break through Sergei’s protective Qi Force.

[Old man, I’ll remember this. We’ll settle it later!]

Sergei glared at Jadka viciously and then refocused his attention on Ya Ya and Motan.

The latter two also didn’t dare to take him lightly; knowing Jadka’s capacity, they too felt the accurate Fireball Technique from before was just a fluke, even more certain than Sergei since they both knew their Mage mentor’s level—or lack thereof.

But Ji Xiaoge, who had witnessed Jadka casting the spell, thought differently...

Ji Xiaoge had clearly seen that the Fireball seemed to come to life following Ya Ya’s highly unpredictable movements closely, hiding behind her the entire time until right before it struck Sergei’s face, it had not even entered his field of vision.

Although she didn’t know how much skill was actually involved, it definitely wasn’t something Jadka could have achieved before.

She turned her head to look at the Old Mage two meters away and caught a hint of a smile in his reddened eyes.

"So that’s how it’s done. That’s how you use magic."

As if awakening from a deep slumber, Jadka sighed, then abruptly swept his Magic Wand forward, condensing dozens of Fireballs identical to the previous one and shooting them towards the nearby battle.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, Jadka, have you lost your mind?"

Ya Ya, who had inadvertently seen the barrage of Fireballs likened to a meteor shower, cried out and leapt seven or eight meters away, craning her neck to curse at the distant Old Mage.

Motan, also having seen the ’Fireball barrage,’ chose to charge at Sergei again. Although he didn’t understand why Jadka would pull such a move, the only thing he could do now was to support him.

After all, with his current Scale Against state, getting hit by Fireballs of this power wouldn’t be a problem.

However...

As the dozens of Fireballs neared, coming within half a meter of Motan and Sergei, they suddenly paused, then rapidly accelerated around Motan’s cheeks, over his head, under his groin, and between his wings, hitting Sergei one by one, turning him into a blazing figure.

"What!?"

Sergei was truly startled. Even though such low-ranking magic was almost unlikely to harm him under the protection of his Qi Force, the feeling of being bombarded by dozens of Fireballs in rapid succession was anything but pleasant. More so, the exploding Fireballs blocked his view one after another, leaving him seeing nothing but fire!

Two whooshing sounds approached, clearly Motan and Ya Ya didn’t miss this opportunity. Almost the moment Sergei was swamped by the Fireballs, they reacted—Motan spewed out a Dragon Breath and charged upward, flipping in mid-air to fiercely lash out with his tail, while Ya Ya once again combined her ’Violent One’ and ’Flesh Cleaver’ into the longer ’Giant Smasher’, hefting it high and swinging the heaviest gear head down hard!

"Get lost!!"

With incredible reaction speed, Sergei swung back a punch, knocking Ya Ya’s Giant Smasher aside. Since the hit was rushed, he too was left bleeding profusely from the hand. He was then struck directly in the back by Motan’s Dragon Breath, immediately feeling a scorching numbness spreading out. He slapped his chest, using some technique to generate Qi Force from within, forcefully dissipating the Dragon Breath’s paralyzing effect and subsequent damage, only to be lashed on the neck by Motan’s tail, leaving a bloody mark.

"Seeking death!"

Sergei, slightly injured, burst forth in rage. Reaching back with a very awkward posture, he violently grasped Motan’s Dragon tail and slammed him onto the ground in front of him. Flinging him up again, he smashed Motan onto the ground on the other side, bringing Motan’s Health Points down to 21%.

Ya Ya, who had just landed, saw Motan in a bad state and quickly reversed her weapon, stabbing the rapidly spinning drill bit towards Sergei. Since she had to consider Sergei possibly using Motan as a shield, her Attack Speed wasn’t rapid—certainly not as fast as Sergei’s reaction speed.

But something was faster.

Like fire!

Boom, boom, boom!!!

Three Firewalls rose without any gap, engulfing Sergei’s upper body as he leaned back. Following that, more than a dozen Fireballs descended from the sky, accurately bombarding his hand that gripped Motan’s tail, forcefully rescuing the latter.

"Spread out!"

Jadka bellowed, his magic wand billowing with thick smoke, waved continually in midair drawing several scorching streaks, looping towards Sergei like ropes.

"Insignificant trick!"

Forced to release Motan, Sergei roared angrily, thrusting his palm toward Jadka’s direction, tearing the layers of Flame Dance into shreds, then with undiminished momentum, blasting towards the old mage.

Then he witnessed a horrifying scene, the old man received his palm wind without dodging or flinching, raised his hand, and hurled a sky-filled barrage of fireballs at him!

"Cannon rush!"

Sergei no longer overestimated himself and immediately unleashed a ki-blast column akin to a Kamehameha, clearing the sky of the meteor-like fireballs one swoop.

The next second, several fire walls appeared around him, tightly blocking Sergei’s vision, followed by a series of scorching impacts from all directions, continuously eroding his protective Qi Force.

Fire wall*6

Flame Strike*9

Within mere two seconds, a third of the Qi Force flowing around Sergei’s body, much like armor, was fiercely diminished.

"Be extinguished!"

Sergei pressed his hands down and forcefully smothered the surrounding fire walls, then split Wind, Fire, Thunder into three, charging at Motan, Ya Ya, and Jadka, simultaneously shouting, "Who exactly are you?!"

Motan grabbed the neck of his counterpart, slamming it hard onto the ground: "A person doing what’s right!"

Ya Ya leaped up, clutching the Giant Smasher and violently piercing through Sergei’s slow-reacting counterpart, hissing, "Your grandma!"

Facing Sergei directly, Jadka stepped back half a step, and stabbed forward with his trembling magic wand, declaring solemnly, "Junior mage, Jadka Diesel!"

"Ridiculous!"

Sergei caught the top of the smoke-billowing magic wand, angrily retorting, "How could you possibly be a junior mage..."

Boom!!!

The high-level Fighting Monk was caught off guard and sent flying.

The long-silent moving explosive finally detonated!

"Sorry about that..."

Jadka chuckled, then incredibly used a [Glory Jump]towards Sergei, casting at least ten Flame Dances in mid-air around his wand, transforming it into a fiercely burning torch, and smashed it down ferociously!

It was indeed a skillful and seasoned [Spine Thrust]!

Sergei, who had just stabilized his stance, could only erect a small Qi wall in time, was caught off guard by Colossal Strength, and was sent flying, then half a second later was hit hard by a surging Flame Stream in mid-air, crashing down to the ground.

[Knight’s Technique—Tiger Spear]

"I really am a mage, yes, a junior mage, Jadka Diesel."

The old man nodded with poise, took a handful of chili powder in one hand, and raised his fiercely burning wand with the other, performing a perfect knightly salute.

Chapter 498: The End