Monster Hunting High School

The night at Linzhong Lake is quiet.

There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, and even the huge lake not far away seemed to have been cast under a silencing spell and became silent.

Zheng Qing was leaning against a thick banyan tree, breathing heavily. The arms on the trunk of the tree were shaking involuntarily, and even the aerial roots of the banyan tree were swaying gently with his shaking.

The fight was just too tiring.

He couldn't help but glance at the armored horse tied to his leg. The runes outlined with cinnabar on the yellow paper were not all burnt black, and a small half still showed a bright red color.

From the beginning to now, not even five minutes have been spent, and Zheng Qing already feels like he has turned into a dead dog.

Although the wizard does not need to wave his fists to deal with his opponents like a barbarian, the continuous release of spells consumes a lot of his mind. Even though his face is still rosy and his energy and blood are still sufficient, his body still feels like it has been hollowed out.

He shook his head, trying to stay focused.

Maybe only characters in comic books can punch Beihai, kick Nanshan, fight three thousand miles, and still have the strength to hug the girl they love and shoot a few rounds. Zheng Qing's mind was running wildly.

Too bad this is a school.

And I am just a little scholar who has no power to restrain a goose.

So now he was leaning against the big tree holding the Dharma book, glaring fiercely at the smelly fish-man opposite, hoping to kill it with his gaze.

In fact, the performance of the fishman on the opposite side was not much better than him. 【】

Due to being exposed to the air for a long time, a layer of sticky liquid condensed on the surface of the fishman's originally smooth and shiny scales, making it look like it had just rolled in mud. And its shiny dorsal fin has dried up and lost its luster due to lack of water. Even those round and huge eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes due to the continuous flow of energy and blood, which was terrifying.

Forcing an aquatic creature to fight on land is a choice that results in twice the result with half the effort.

But Iseni had no other choice.

It must overthrow the obstructive young wizard before other patrols arrive in order to successfully dive back to the bottom of the lake.

It must not be caught by the patrol. It said this to itself again in its heart, then cheered up and tried to squeeze out the last bit of strength between its scales.

"Hiss... the young man is inexperienced, but has good talent." The fish man opened his ferocious mouth, showing off his fangs unscrupulously, and commented in an old-fashioned way: "If you had cast another spell just now, you would be able to bind him now." Now I’m going to take credit from those old guys.”

Zheng Qing would naturally not admit that he was in the time of the sage.

"When you start, of course you have to come and go." He looked at the fish-man who had come to his senses, chuckled with difficulty, and pulled out a stack of yellow talismans from the gray cloth bag.

The moonlight seemed quiet and silent in the woods.

The crimson cinnabar handwriting on the yellow talisman paper burned the fishman's sight like blazing flames.

Iseni tightened his fists, retracted his dorsal fin, and slowly took a step back.

As one of the symbols of wizards, dangerous items such as talismans are particularly deep in the memories passed down by the fish people.

"...Hiss...it's not fun to fight with you wizards." The fishman said in a sullen voice, shaking his joints, and a crisp crackling sound once again broke the silence in the forest.

"I won't hold back anymore." The tall fishman issued a final warning: "I can hit the fist like that just now many times!"

Zheng Qing recalled the fist that was surrounded by the sound of waves a few minutes ago, and felt a little dazed.

"In this case," he forced a smile, put one hand on the Dharma book, and bared his teeth at the fish-man: "If you can take my last move, I will run away... and I will never stand in your way. road."

This suggestion is very tempting.

Iseni, who originally planned to charge forward with fists waving again, was stunned when he heard this, then paused, with curiosity in his eyes.

Then let's come over and give it a try.

Zheng Qing understood the meaning in its eyes.

The young public-funded student curled his lips, and the Dharma book under his hand once again glowed with a faint green glow.

"Although the talisman is powerful, it has a shortcoming."

"That's a very limited scope."

"A charm caster with insufficient abilities must get close to the opponent to effectively exert the function of the charm... In most cases, it even needs to be released close to the opponent."

Zheng Qing said in a manly voice and sprinkled the paper in his hand. The stack of talisman papers in his hand floated into the air like a goddess scattering flowers.

Iseni stared blankly at the red-robed wizard opposite, wondering what was wrong with him.

Even with its not very bright mind, it can still judge that these talismans floating in the sky do not pose any threat to itself.

Despite this, the young fishman who was cautious by nature still took a step back, completely avoiding the range of these falling talismans.

What if this is another new trick developed by the wizard?

Iseni concentrated her energy and looked at these talisman papers vigilantly, fearing that she might accidentally hit them.

"Ge Zhitanxi..."

Zheng Qing held the Dharma book in his left hand, and pressed the mantra with his right hand. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was looking ahead, and seemed to be seeing everything in all directions.

A light green halo rose into the sky from the Dharma book and disappeared into the surrounding dark night.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of vines as thick as little fingers cut through the void, responding to the eternal contract, coming to this world with bared teeth and floating in the air.

"disease!"

Zheng Qing clenched his right hand into a fist.

Those slender rattans were like springing snakes, suddenly striking out and piercing the talismans that were originally swaying and preparing to slowly fall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, these talismans were captured by the thin silk vines on the rattan and hung on the rattan.

The vines fluttered gently in the wind.

The talisman paper rubbed against the vine leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

"Go!"

Zheng Qing's eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on the fish-man opposite.

The slender vines bounced up in turn, like long whips, whipping towards the tall fishman.

Iseni had obviously never faced such an attack before, and before he could react, he was struck by those swift canes.

The smoke-emitting talisman followed the attack of the rattan, taking turns bombarding the fish-man's thick scales.

In a moment, the fishman was on the verge of collapse.

Zheng Qing looked at the several suppression talismans that were about to fall, and a bright smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

It'll be over soon.

Whether Uncle Verne wanted to award five credits or seven credits, he began to ponder this exciting question happily.

"I'm Ma Xuanhuang!"

A spell shot out from the depths of the woods and fell on the unsuspecting Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing seemed to have released more than a dozen spells at once, and all the strength in his body was released in the blink of an eye. Then his vision blurred, and his originally clear vision blurred for an instant, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"A person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile." Thoughts floated through his mind, and his body slumped to the ground uncontrollably.

I tried to struggle, but I couldn't even move a finger.