Ding!
As swift as a clap of thunder, the secret treasure sword in Yang Feng's hand slashed at the moonlight barrier and issued a crisp sound. A frightening shock wave spread in all directions, and the secret treasure sword was forcibly jolted away.
"Sorry, my hand slipped!"
Yang Feng was jolted back a few steps. With a bashful smile, he beckoned with his hand, and the secret treasure sword forged from divine blood steel flew into his hand.
Everyone present was speechless. Yang Feng had clearly attacked on purpose. If Esramia had been a bit slower, then Seyssins might have been cut in two.
Faldina looked at this scene with a smile.
Cassius and the other 2 Sacred Swordsmen looked at each other, feeling their faces burn a little due to the shamelessness of their lord.
Esramia said with a meaningful smile: "It doesn't matter. Pay attention next time, and don't let your hand slip again."
Yang Feng's heart shook slightly, and he revealed a bashful smile.
Eyes filled with hatred, Seyssins returned to his seat, took out a vial of elixir, and downed it.
After the vial of elixir entered his stomach, Seyssins' right hand began to heal quickly.
There were also grandmasters proficient in pharmacology in the beastman empire. Of course, the number of grandmasters proficient in pharmacology in the beastman empire could be counted on one hand.
Moreover, the Master Potioneers of the Beastman Empire couldn't be compared to the Master Potioneers of the Human race. However, the Master Potioneers of the Beastman Empire were proficient in many potion formulas that Human Master Potioneers couldn't grasp.
"Ian, let me have a taste of your skill!"
Cicéron smiled faintly. His body was shrouded in a layer of water, and he rode the water to the center of the hall, where he faced Yang Feng.
Disdain flashed in the abyss of Cicéron's eyes, and he said with a confident smile: "To be able to manipulate magic plants, it seems that you have some skill.
However, I'm not that stupid Seyssins who doesn't know how to use magic.
In the face of absolute strength, these magic plants can't withstand a single blow. "
When Seyssins heard that, a fierce glint flashed past his eyes, and he fell silent. Staring at Cicéron, his eyes shimmered with frigid killing intent.
Yang Feng said with a disdainful smile: "Absolute strength?
Let's talk about absolute strength after you've cultivated to the Demigod Realm! "
Esramia didn't give them time to continue talking. She said with a smile: "Let's begin!"
Cicéron smiled faintly, and a mysterious mark emerged between his eyebrows. The Sea God's bloodline inside him boiled, and countless streams of water suddenly revolved around him, forming flood dragons that looked like streams of water.
Sea Flood Dragon Protection, this was Cicéron's innate protective spell after awakening his Sea God bloodline.
The Sea Dragons condensed from water elements could even resist the attacks of many Legendary-level spells, and even the attacks of Sword Sages could withstand 10 swords.
As long as the Sacred Swordsman was blocked ten times, that was enough time for Cicéron to cast magic and blast the Sacred Swordsman into dregs.
Cicéron opened his mouth and spat out a series of mysterious and profound magic tones. Countless water elements surrounded his body, and a terrifying power surrounded him.
Yang Feng's complexion changed slightly. With his keen intuition, he perceived that once Cicéron's spell was completed, it would be an earth-shattering and irresistible existence.
Yang Feng opened his mouth and quickly uttered a series of magic tones. He spread the fingers of his hand, and suddenly, magic radiance surged and entered the 10 extraordinary plant Water Absorbing Demonic Rattan Seeds in his hand.
The 10 extraordinary plant Water Absorbing Demonic Rattan Seeds suddenly swelled, extended countless tendrils, and wrapped around Yang Feng and formed a rattan armor.
The moment the rattan armor took shape, Yang Feng appeared in front of Cicéron.
As if they had a life of their own, the water flood dragons revolving around Cicéron madly pounced at Yang Feng, opened their mouths, and mercilessly bit at him.
The countless Water Absorbing Demonic Rattans twisting around Yang Feng suddenly erupted, and countless tendrils stabbed into the water flood dragons and frantically devoured the water elemental particles inside.
A steady stream of water elemental particles was absorbed by the Water Absorbing Demonic Rattans, and then dispersed.
The Sea Flood Dragon Body Protection, which even Sacred Swordsman rank powerhouses would find difficult to break through, was absorbed by the extraordinary plant Water Absorbing Demonic Rattans twisting around Yang Feng.
Yang Feng's killing intent flashed past. He instantly erupted with Star Knight rank qi and mercilessly slashed at Cicéron like a meteor.
Yang Feng had a premonition that once Cicéron completed his large-scale spell, he would either die or be seriously injured.
Even if he was lucky enough to block it, he would still lose a layer of skin.
After Cicéron awakened the Sea God's bloodline, he could instantly cast level-3 water-type spells without even chanting an incantation.
This was the strength of a god's bloodline.
After all, even Legend Wizards needed to draw support from the Weave and recite a magic tone in order to cast level-3 spells. For Cicéron to be able to instantly cast level-3 water-type spells, he was simply a freak.
For such a freak to recite an incantation to release a spell, it was definitely a Legend rank spell.
Cicéron's eyes flashed with regret, and he stopped reciting an incantation. With a thought, he suddenly cast the level-3 spell Great Icicle. A 2-meter-long sharp icicle suddenly appeared and barreled towards Yang Feng with the force of a bolt of lightning.
Yang Feng's complexion changed slightly. He brandished his sword and erupted with violent qi in a flash, shattering the icicle.
Cicéron gave up on using a Legend rank spell. With a wave of his hand, as if artillery shells, large icicles shot towards Yang Feng without interruption.
Yang Feng's complexion changed slightly, and he recited a magic tone. Suddenly, violent fire elemental particles appeared, shrouded him, and formed a huge storm of fire.
When the huge icicles entered the barrier of the storm of fire, they were immediately swept into the sky by the storm of fire. They issued sizzling sounds and were dissolved and vaporized.
A sea serpent formed from water elemental particles descended from the sky and slammed into the storm of fire. It issued sizzling sounds and neutralized the storm of fire.
One after another, huge icicles barreled towards Yang Feng.
Yang Feng didn't have time to cast a second storm of fire. He could only urge his qi to form a resplendent sword curtain that slashed at the icicles.
One after another, the huge icicles were chopped into pieces by Yang Feng who used dragon force.
Every time the huge icicles were smashed, a frightening cold air would diffuse.
The cold air superimposed on Yang Feng, and a thin layer of ice condensed on him.
Countless amounts of cold air shrouded Yang Feng, and cold winds whistled. As if to freeze the earth, the air was filled with a bone-piercing chill.
By relying on his frightening level-3 Warlock rank physique, Yang Feng barely resisted the erosion of the cold air. However, in the midst of the fierce battle, he could feel his physical strength and spirit force rapidly decline.
Faldina's beautiful eyes flashed with a dignified glint: "Amazing!
That's a powerhouse who awakened the Sea God's bloodline for you!! "
The complexions of Cassius and the other 2 Sacred Swordsmen turned even more unsightly.
If they were to face Cicéron, the 3 sacred swordsmen would only have one chance to attack.
If they couldn't kill Cicéron with one strike, then even if the 3 of them joined forces, they might not be able to deal with the Archwizard Cicéron.
In front of a freakish Archwizard like Cicéron who awakened the Sea God's bloodline, even human Legend Wizards might not be his match.
Seyssins' complexion became very unsightly.
Cicéron cast level-3 water-type and ice-type spells in a continuous stream. Even he, an expert who awakened the Titan's bloodline, was not Cicéron's match in a one-on-one fight.
Reylo's eyes flashed with a dignified glint as he pondered on how to deal with Cicéron's never-ending bombardment of spells.
After smashing several large icicles, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a touch of madness. He frantically cast the spells Black Dragon Scales and Dragon Force, uttered 2 magic sentences, and launched the level-3 spell Fire Serpent.
Two extremely violent fire serpents suddenly appeared and barreled towards Cicéron.
The 2 fire serpents had just appeared, when several large water serpents suddenly appeared and ferociously collided with the 2 fire serpents, neutralizing them.
The remaining large water serpents pounced on Yang Feng, and then were absorbed by the water-absorbing demonic vines.
Yang Feng took advantage of this opportunity to shoot towards Cicéron like an artillery shell.
Cicéron willed, and 4 large icicles suddenly appeared and barreled towards Yang Feng like artillery shells.
Without dodging, Yang Feng madly rushed towards the 4 large icicles.
Before colliding with the large ice cones, Yang Feng silently recited an incantation and pointed at himself. The Absorbing Water Demonic Rattans that had absorbed enough water elemental particles suddenly erupted, shot out like flood dragons, and slammed into the 4 large ice cones, sending them flying one by one.
"I concede!"
Cicéron said very calmly after seeing the 4 large icicles sent flying.
Practically at the same time, a bright moonlight fell from the sky, shrouded Cicéron, and formed a moonlight barrier.
Yang Feng's figure shook, his complexion paled, and he took a few steps back. Shortly after, he spat out chunks of ice from his mouth, and his body unconsciously trembled slightly.
Cicéron's spells contained the power of ice. Even though Yang Feng had the life force field of a Warlock, but he was still eroded by the cold qi, and suffered a lot of internal injuries.
Streams of cold qi scuttled inside Yang Feng's majestic dragon-like body. Wherever the cold qi passed, Yang Feng trembled continuously. He had to go all out to dispel the traces of strange cold qi.
If it wasn't for the power of the water-absorbing demonic vines exceeding Cicéron's imagination, then Yang Feng might not be Cicéron's match without using his trump card.
Cicéron gave Yang Feng a somewhat regretful and meaningful look, before returning to his seat and sitting down: "Ian, at least you have some skill.
This time, you've won. "