Chapter 203 Simple Chanting
Chapter 203 Simple Chanting
"It appeared. It's Teacher Li's signature, the simple chant!"
"It really is a simple chant!"
“No matter how many times I watch it, it’s always amazing.”
"I have to say, Teacher Li is really amazing for inventing this technique."
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Qi Yu's ears twitched, listening to the excited voices of the fire elemental apprentices watching the battle in the audience, and he muttered to himself, "Simplified chanting?"
Teacher Li waved her hand to disperse the fire tornado around her, her expression still relaxed. She looked left and right, then nodded slightly:
"Well, that's good. What's the point of hiding it?"
As if realizing that Qi Yu and the others had heard what the audience said, Teacher Li did not intend to hide it and spoke directly:
"Yes, this is my self-created method of applying mana—simple chanting."
Without noticing the changes in their expressions, Teacher Li put on an earnest and admonishing look and said to them:
"This skill can significantly reduce the speed at which you chant spells. It can even shorten a spell that originally took more than ten sentences to just a few words."
Qi Yu's pupils shrank slightly after hearing this. What kind of concept is this? Reducing the original chanting of more than ten sentences to a few words is equivalent to being able to cast more than a dozen spells in the time it would take to cast one spell.
If you master this technique in battle, you can catch your opponent off guard.
No wonder when Qi Yu used his vine tentacles to attack seamlessly, the opponent was able to release a fire tornado, forcing him back while dispersing the smoke.
"Such a strong effect must have drawbacks." Zhou Xi, the black witch who had been silent all the time, spoke up.
Hearing Zhou Xi's words, Teacher Li glanced at her with slight approval, then said, "That's right, elements are conserved. While powerful effects are inevitable, there will definitely be negative effects, and its negative effect is that the power will be greatly reduced."
Qi Yu frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he decided to learn it. After all, there is a saying that goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Even if the spells released by simple chanting will have reduced strength, as long as the number is large enough, it can still put pressure on the enemy.
Seeing the sparkling look in the eyes of the three little ones in front of him, Teacher Li smiled and said, "How about this, as long as you can satisfy me in the next battle, then I will teach you this technique."
"Thank you very much for your guidance, teacher." Zhao Ran dispersed the pitiful thin layer of smoke around him, then said to Teacher Li with a chuckle.
At the same time, his hand behind his back was also making gestures to Qi Yu and the other two. According to their previous plan, Qi Yu instantly understood what the other party was going to do.
As soon as Zhao Ran finished speaking, Qi Yu pushed hard with the vines, and the whole person shot out like an arrow. When he was about to get a few meters away from the other party, he jumped high.
Several tentacles behind him quickly gathered together and stabbed straight towards Teacher Li like a javelin.
Teacher Li shook his head slightly at this and said, "Looks like I'll have to teach you how to use the vines flexibly. Such a powerful spell is like a stick in your hands."
Just as she was about to dodge, Zhou Xi, who had been waiting for an opportunity in the distance, knocked his staff to the ground, and suddenly a circle of magic circle appeared under Teacher Li's feet.
Before she could react, hands made of dark energy quickly stretched out from under his feet and quickly trapped his lower body in place.
"Taboo - Grasp of Darkness." Zhou Xi's whole body was filled with magical power at this moment, and his staff emitted a black light, just after the Grasp of Darkness successfully hit Teacher Li.
The light emitted from the staff in Zhou Xi's hand instantly transformed from jet black to pure white: "Origin - Silver Gate."
As soon as she finished speaking, a pure white light shone on Teacher Li's face. Almost in an instant, Teacher Li's body, which was originally trying to struggle, instantly stiffened and his eyes gradually lost focus.
Seeing this, Zhao Ran flipped the magic book in his hand lightly, and a large amount of natural energy began to gather. Suddenly, a thin needle gathered in front of him. This was the second-level natural spell - Bee Sting.
This spell is recognized as one of the most powerful spells in the Wood Element Academy, but because its attack itself is a thorn, its hit rate is very poor, so few people will use it in actual combat.
But the situation is completely different at this moment. Teacher Li is temporarily controlled by Zhou Xi using control spells. After all, the "Witch" series of spells used by Zhou Xi has much stronger control ability than ordinary control spells.
Even if it can't hold out until Zhao Ran's bee sting is hit, it's more than enough to hold out until Qi Yu's tentacles reach it.
As expected, Teacher Li's expression did not recover until Qi Yu fell from a high place. Seeing this, Qi Yu also changed from smashing the vines in front of him to wrapping around them.
This was also what they had planned before. The reason why Qi Yu jumped so high at the beginning was entirely to attract the opponent's attention, and then let Zhou Xi control the opponent by surprise.
If Teacher Li was controlled, Qi Yu would change the vines from smashing to wrapping, thus providing an opportunity for Zhao Ran's "execution strike" later.
If Teacher Li was not controlled, he would have smashed down directly and fought at close range to create opportunities for subsequent attacks.
At this moment, as the vines spread, Teacher Li was wrapped like a dumpling in almost an instant, with only his head sticking out.
At the same time, Zhao Ran's bee sting also reached her and stopped three centimeters in front of her forehead.
As Teacher Li regained his composure, he looked at the layers of vines covering his body and the gleaming bee sting not far in front of him. He was slightly surprised at first, then smiled and nodded.
"You guys really surprised me. You were able to work together in such a short time. That's pretty good."
"Teacher Li, thank you for giving me that." Zhao Ran smiled and was about to continue speaking when suddenly his smile froze.
Teacher Li, who was wrapped in three layers of vines by Qi Yu, suddenly caught fire all over. Dazzling rays of light shot out from his mouth and nose, and huge energy began to shine.
"Qi Yu! Retreat!"
Zhao Ran suddenly shouted, but it was too late. With a huge explosion, Qi Yu was engulfed in flames, and the dazzling light illuminated half of the arena.
"You guys are pretty good. You were able to kill one of my flame clones."
Before Zhao Ran could make the next move, a slender finger brushed his throat. Hearing Teacher Li's voice behind him, his whole body was covered with goosebumps.
"Clone...clone? When?"
Zhao Ran swallowed and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Just now, when you were spreading the fog, you didn't expect that the fog that was originally intended to confuse me would confuse you as well."
As Teacher Li spoke, he stroked his throat with his slender fingers.
"You're quite clever, but unfortunately, you should know that in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trickery is futile."
Then, Teacher Li reached out and tapped him on the neck, and he fainted almost instantly.
In the big pit not far away, Qi Yu had been knocked unconscious by the powerful energy. He was lying in the steaming pit. He was wrapped in a layer of light red protective shield. It was because of this protective shield that he was not killed by the explosion.
This protective shield was also the work of Teacher Li. After all, they were exchange students and they couldn't really cause any deaths in the college.
At this time, the only ones still standing on the field were Teacher Li and Zhou Xi, who was standing far away. When the latter saw Teacher Li looking at him, he had no choice but to raise his hands to signal his surrender.
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