Chapter 107 - The Mark of Decline
“Moron! What else do you know apart from fleeing from a small cat?” Macklin was so furious that his goat-like beard trembled. He continued ruthlessly, “Did you just use the Delaying and the Hastening Spell? Look at what a blockhead you are. Is this the limit of a level-nine mage? I can easily find any apprentice who can surpass you! Forget it… With the intelligence level you have, I recommend that you switch over to be a Blacksmith instead!”
“But—” Mason wanted to defend himself. That was a level-12 beast! How could he, a level-nine Mage, defeat it?
Yet, he was interrupted by Macklin, who stared at him in disdain.
“Did you want to rebut that that was an unfair battle? Did you want to defend yourself that the Fantama Panthera had a higher level as compared to you? Pfff… Excuses are for the weak. Now I know: you are not only a fool, but also a weakling!”
“I’m not!” cried Mason in agitation as his face flushed.
“You dare to rebut it? Then let me ask you. Why did you choose to recite the Power of Repulse when it was a great opportunity to make an attack?”
“I wanted to create some distance first…”
Each of the two consecutive shots of wind blades struck at the two front paws of the Fantama Panthera.
At that instance, what followed was another splatter of fresh blood.
“Arwooooo…” The Fantama Panthera howled in rage. The cry was so piercing that it felt like needles to the ears.
Subsequently, a wave of repressed magical elements rose up, and the surroundings darkened at once. The blackness cast by the Fantama Panthera’s Obscurus Spell covered a distance of at least 10 meters.
“SH*T!” Lin Li was startled when he realized the leopard’s ability to cast the Obscurus Spell. It was a considerably powerful spell in the field of Dark Magic.
Beasts like the Fantama Panthera were born with a certain amount of Dark Magic. The exact amount of Dark Magic, however, would be decided by nature. Taking the beast in front of Orrin for example, it could well be deemed a prodigy of the Fantama Panthera species.
Being surrounded by the Obscurus Spell, Orrin’s recital started to become intermittent. His previously almighty magical wave also started to weaken greatly.
The Fantama Panthera that was still in dire straits not long ago started to recover under the Obscurus Spell. In the blink of an eye, its ribs that were crushed by the Stone Spear grew back, and the torn abdomen also healed gradually.
At that moment, everyone could see a shadow moving swiftly in the dark. Just like a wandering ghost of the night, its body carried a stench of blood.
Orrin did not cease his recital. There was no hint of fear on his ashen face, and the glow of determination and concentration remained in his eyes.
The distance between both of them pulled closer. Then, the Fantama Panthera leapt towards him with its bright and blue poisonous claws…
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