Infinite Bloodcore
Chapter 553: Section 340: I gave that Mage scroll!

Chapter 553: Section 340: I gave that Mage scroll!

The white shirt collar was half-open, revealing half of Teng Donglang’s chest.

Standing firm in his place, the lean Teng Donglang sneered at the Dragon-man youth, “Now, what hope do you have left, Long Fu squad leader?”

“Dragon Breath, maybe?”

“Perhaps you could use it.”

The Dragon-man youth had used this magic-like ability during his fight with Rou Cang. The Saber Gang had already gathered intelligence on it, and Teng Donglang had long prepared countermeasures.

Undoubtedly, the choice of the Dragon-man youth not to employ the desperate measure of Dragon Breath was the right one.

Panting heavily, the Dragon-man youth deliberately replied, “Exactly, although Reverse Scales Return didn’t defeat you, I’ve thoroughly seen through your cards.”

“Next, I will finish things off with Dragon Breath!”

He first revealed a firm combat spirit, but quickly changed tone, “However…”

“You really are formidable, I have to admit.”

“Maybe…”

He was intentionally delaying time.

While Teng Donglang spoke, the Ice Vines did not attack.

For every breath the Dragon-man youth caught, his condition improved slightly.

Because the bloodline of the King of Flame Dragon was rapidly healing his injuries. At the same time, the pre-swallowed Automatic Blood Bottle in his stomach was exerting its healing effects.

Don’t forget, there’s also the Big Arena Badge!

This comprehensive Silver Level item was also enhancing the Dragon-man youth’s own recovery capabilities.

“Sly Dragon-man!” Teng Donglang scoffed coldly, instantly seeing through the delaying tactic of the youth.

Because, even if the Dragon-man youth wanted to compromise with the Saber Gang and amend the previous contract, not demanding the sky, he wouldn’t publicly announce it in the dueling field.

A massive onslaught of Ice Vines and whips came again.

The Dragon-man youth clenched one fist and held a Short Spear in the other, fully resisting the attacks while making a tactical retreat.

The process of retreat was not easy.

After sustaining several new wounds and expending a large amount of Fighting energy, he finally increased the distance, escaping the range of the base, becoming safe again.

“What good does that do?” Ban Langen scoffed, “If it were me, I’d have surrendered by now. He won’t stand any chance next.”

“Even without a chance, I’ll fight to the last breath!” Xiong Ju glanced at Ban Langen, his expression brimming with dissent.

His previous grueling battle with the Dragon-man youth might have ended in regretful defeat, yet he found a great deal of respect for the Dragon-man youth.

The resolute will to fight that the Dragon-man youth displayed at this moment was much like before, evoking a deep resonance in Xiong Ju’s heart.

“Something’s wrong.” Ice Eagle suddenly narrowed her eyes, fixating on the Magic Image, “His recovery speed is a bit too rapid.”

“We haven’t seen him consume any potions.”

“His recovery is far beyond that of the last duel.”

Ice Eagle keenly detected something unusual about the Dragon-man youth.

Mainly, it was the effect of the Automatic Blood Bottle.

But Ban Langen retorted, “It’s useless. Even if he can recover, even to the state he was in before the battle began, so what?”

“Lord Teng Donglang’s base territory has expanded greatly, his advantage is now unbreakable.”

“Of course, this Combat Skill consumes a massive amount of Fighting energy. Lord Teng Donglang must be nearing the warning line of his energy reserves now.”

“But it doesn’t matter!”

“I still have my Qi Needle Syringe.”

“Haha, look, the Gang Leader has started using my equipment.”

In the Magic Image, Teng Donglang drew the Qi Needle Syringe and injected it into his chest.

His breath rose rapidly, and his Fighting energy reserves quickly returned to their peak state.

“With this, even his only weakness no longer exists, hahaha,” laughed Ban Langen.

“Zoom in, magnify the Magic Image; I want to see Long Fu’s current expression.”

However, as Ice Eagle adjusted the Magic Image to reveal the details of the Dragon-man youth’s face, everyone saw a bright light flicker in his dragon eyes.

Then they heard the Dragon-man youth say, “I’ve been waiting for you to use that piece of equipment, Teng Donglang.”

“Next, try this one!”

The Dragon-man youth pulled out an item from within his clothes.

A Golden Level Magic Scroll.

“What is it?”

The whole arena was captivated by the scroll.

Only Bu Quan understood the details of this scroll; trembling with excitement she internally cried out, “That’s right, use it. Use it now, Long Fu squad leader!”

The Dragon-man youth opened the scroll, infused it with Fighting energy and Spirit, without a moment’s hesitation, and triggered the scroll.

Golden Level Spell — Molten Lava Hell!

The spell was cast with astonishing speed.

A massive Magic Array spread out from the center where the Dragon-man youth stood, covering the entire dueling field almost instantly.

If one looked down from above, it would become evident that Teng Donglang’s base occupied only one-third of the Magic Array Map.

The intricate Magic Array suddenly appeared and just as swiftly disappeared.

But from just a glance, the owner of the Snowbird Duel Arena stood up with a shout, “Quick, activate all defenses!”

Immediately, the Snowbird Duel Arena went into full defensive mode, and a huge hemispherical Shield appeared in the center of the arena.

The light blue aura covered the entire dueling field, instantly delineating fighters from spectators.

And within that shining dome, magic was taking effect.

The air grew scorchingly hot in a blink.

Endless heat surged, splitting the ground to spawn fountains of magma.

The fountains began small but soon, their mouths expanded rapidly, swelling upwards into miniature volcanoes.

Volcanoes erupted, showering the sky with fire and ash.

Within seconds, the flat terrain of the dueling field became rough and uneven. Some areas were miniature volcanoes, others, ponds of molten magma.

Under the stunned gazes of the spectators, a hellish landscape dominated what was once the dueling arena.

“Molten Lava Hell Technique, that’s the Molten Lava Hell Technique!” someone recognized.

“Big play, I didn’t expect Long Fu’s squad leader to have such a trick up his sleeve,” many cheered excitedly.

A wave of cheers erupted from the audience.

What they yearned to witness was just this sort of dramatic, ever-climbing spectacle.

“This is truly amazing, it has been ten years since I’ve seen such an exciting, valiant duel.”

“Long Fu’s squad leader really wants to win, resorting to the use of such a scroll.”

“A Golden Level Magic Scroll, especially one of a battlefield-level spell like Molten Lava Hell – this scroll is astonishingly valuable, and there’s none in the market!”

The audience was abuzz, discussing fervently, their faces flushed with excitement, even brighter than the glow of the lava in the arena.

Listening to the crowd, Bu Quan’s eyes behind her glasses reflected deep joy and pride.

She proudly shouted in her heart, “No one would have thought, the scroll was a gift from me to Long Fu’s squad leader.”

“Don’t ask about the price.”

“It was given for free.”

“Free!”

To be honest, after giving away the treasure, Bu Quan had some regrets and doubts as she left the docks.

After all, giving away three major items was like handing over nearly half of her savings.

At the same time, Bu Quan also wondered if Long Fu’s squad leader could handle it, whether he could embarrass Teng Donglang in combat.

Now, Bu Quan witnessed the whole process of how the Dragon-man youth fought steadfastly, how he battled bloodily, and how he utilized the Magic Scroll.

“Long Fu’s squad leader, how lucky am I to have met you!”

“Thank you, thank you for pushing Teng Donglang to this extent.”

“Go for it, keep it up! If you can defeat Teng Donglang, sweeping away the prestige of the Saber Gang, I’d be willing to give all my savings to you!”

“I, Bu Quan, always repay my debts!”

In the arena.

Teng Donglang’s expression darkened for the first time, somber as deep waters.

The moment the Molten Hell Technique was released, he actively dispelled his Base.

Base Combat Skill was about transforming the battlefield to gain territorial advantage.

The Molten Hell Technique also transformed the terrain. One of fire, the other of ice; one magical, one combat skill – utterly incompatible.

If Teng Donglang wanted to maintain his Base, he would have to contend with the full might of the Molten Hell Technique.

Obviously, that would be unwise!

The power of the Molten Hell Technique was vast; to face it head-on would be foolish.

When Mages used spells, they were leveraging external forces. Though their own mana played a part, they actually always used their spirit as a lever to mobilize a fraction of the power of the heavens and the earth.

Fighters excelled with their own strength. When facing magic, they typically dodged, aiming to disrupt the spell with precision.

To directly consume energy against magic with full Combat Skill?

Unless in a truly desperate situation, fighters would never choose to do so.

A clever man like Teng Donglang, naturally, would not make such a mistake!

He surveyed the drastically altered dueling field, and eventually gazed far off at the Dragon-man youth: “I underestimated you, Long Fu’s squad leader.”

“This is a carefully trimmed battlefield-level Magic Scroll, isn’t it? It’s not the full power of the real Molten Lava Hell Technique.”

By using this spell, his previous tactics had become a joke. The advantage he had painstakingly accumulated was now gone.

In fact, it was even worse.

To maintain and build the advantage of the Base, Teng Donglang had poured a considerable amount of fighting energy into it.

Motionless, he defended for a long time, and even sacrificed a Gold-Level Shield.

Just when it seemed his advantage was about to turn into a winning position, it was nullified by a single Magic Scroll.

Who could have imagined that the Dragon-man youth had such a scroll?

In all fairness, Teng Donglang’s tactics were not wrong. He outmaneuvered and led the Dragon-man youth into false judgment for some time.

After that, Teng Donglang was willing to persist and invest, keeping the initiative throughout, although he had to stay still for a long time.

Each charge of the Dragon-man youth made the spectators realize that the youth was one step closer to failure.

All overturned by a single Molten Hell Magic Scroll!

It’s not an exaggeration to say that the Dragon-man youth had exploited the scroll for 500% of its combat potential.

Because the very tactics taken by Teng Donglang were precisely countered by the scroll.

Why did Teng Donglang choose such tactics?

The Dragon-man youth certainly did not consciously influence or control him. That was way beyond the youth’s capabilities.

It was a choice Teng Donglang made himself.