I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 271 - 233 Suppression Furnace Avatar and Cessation of

Chapter 271: 233 Suppression, Furnace Avatar and Cessation of Wind (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 271: 233 Suppression, Furnace Avatar and Cessation of Wind (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Boom!

The enormous Miao saber fell from the sky with a terrifying presence, like a meteor crashing to earth, shaking the entire space as it embedded itself into the ground.

The light of the blade spread, the red light of Purgatory World sprawling out and enveloping the surroundings in just an instant.

This extremely terrifying might, spilling from Purgatory World into the real world, caused the sounds of the nearby city to seemingly vanish, everything falling silent.

Furnace Skill: Suppression!

Even the eternally howling winds of Purgatory World dissipated, leaving only traces of gravel stirring on the ground.

Characters at the ceiling level of the Supernatural World, terrifying as such.

But at this moment, both Chen Xinmi and Mr. Liu’s eyes brightened.

They, too, had climbed to an extremely high level on the transcendent path, both keenly sensing a problem with this move of Furnace Skill.

A major problem!

Furnace Skill spreading from Purgatory World to the real world?

Isn’t that loss of control!

Moreover, the suppression technique of the Antler Leader only affected Mr. Liu’s ten clones, with the power that reached Chen Xinmi and Mr. Liu himself becoming particularly weak.

The difference between the formidable might and the poor control was so vast.

Not to mention the appearance of this Miao saber, the mix of Wizard’s spiritual aura, the aroma from Mr. Liu’s Sorcerer’s Bloodline, and the extremely unstable Furnace Aura of the Leader himself, were so discordant.

It seems, not only the two of them were injured when they severed their connection with Lin An inside his body last time!

The stronger the mighty ones appeared, the more signs of loss of control began to show. Clearly, this terrifying leader of the Antlers was reaching his end!

Chen Xinmi’s expression flickered, and she lightly shook the hand holding her slim lady’s cigarette, as the wax figures floating beside her suddenly twisted.

The deformed wax figures seemed to be kneaded by invisible hands; some swollen parts collapsed back down while some concave parts swelled up. In an instant, Mr. Liu had already broken free from the influence of the Wax Puppet Witchcraft.

“Hehe~”

Mr. Liu moved his shoulders, glancing at Chen Xinmi’s grotesque mask and arching his brows, slowly backing away to increase the distance.

The situation was shifting, clearly his dear niece urgently needed an assistant.

Only…

He wondered whether his dear niece intended to create an opportunity for them to escape together, or did she plan to join forces with him to kill the Antler Leader while they could?

Of course, what she thought didn’t matter.

What mattered was how the situation would evolve, whether there were opportunities, and after all, weren’t opportunities created?

Mr. Liu licked the corner of his mouth, his mind furiously calculating.

Rumble~~~

The oversized motorcycle sped along the red light of Purgatory World toward the end of the world and disappeared. Two figures leaped from the motorcycle, a pair of antlers on their heads rapidly stretching open, with the light falling from the antlers gathering on their bodies into a set of heavy armor.

Boom!

Boom!

Professor Cao and Doctor Zhang landed on the ground like cannonballs.

Mr. Cao looked at Mr. Liu with a cold gaze, then turned to Chen Xinmi, “Ghost-Faced Witch, you can leave now. Mr. Liu Yuanmou, you stay.”

Chen Xinmi raised her eyebrows, glanced at Mr. Liu, and the weird electronic laughter came from her grotesque mask, as she backed away slowly, “Alright.”

“Can’t you see he’s trying to break us one by one?” Mr. Liu became anxious, “After I die, you’re next. When he comes for you, who will you ask for help!”

Chen Xinmi, however, seemed unconcerned, simply reaching out to summon the unconscious Zheng Miao from the ground.

“Leave that person and get lost,” Professor Cao said coldly to her, his voice thunderous, “I’m only giving you one chance. Leave this city now.”

Chen Xinmi hesitated, looked at Professor Cao, then looked at Mr. Liu, and nodded slightly, “I need the USB drive she has.”

“That’s Lin An’s data! No, to be precise, that’s Lu Dexian Company’s data!” Mr. Liu clearly caught the opportunity, interjecting sinisterly.

“I see…”

Professor Cao nodded, gripping the Miao saber embedded in the ground firmly, causing a roaring sound as fierce winds howled and sands tumbled.

The whole world seemed to be shifting and collapsing.

In just an instant, Mr. Liu’s ten clones and Zheng Miao already appeared behind him, tightly restrained by a terrible force.

Clang~~~~

The blade was drawn from its sheath, pointing shakily at Mr. Liu.

The horrifying howling winds swirled around Mr. Liu and between Professor Cao and Doctor Zhang, severing them from everything else, obviously intending to ignore Chen Xinmi.

Mr. Liu’s expression turned cold, and he suddenly slapped his chest hard, spewing out a mouthful of old blood.

The blood splayed in mid-air, twisting eerily, finally turning into a two-story-tall giant with rippling muscles, wearing only a thick leather kilt, and had a pair of fangs half a meter long rising from his mouth.

The giant half-squatted, grasped with both hands, and a black saber dripping with grease materialized in his palm.

This body didn’t originate from transformation; it was summoned through his own blood as the medium.

This was also an extension of the ‘Heart-to-Heart Sorcery.’

“Eh?”

Doctor Zhang looked up beside him, surprised, “Breathing Skill Furnace, Mr. Liu, you split your body in half to form this thing?”

Mr. Liu stood behind the giant, looking somewhat enlightened, nodding slightly, “Learned it from Mr. Lu’s stories.”

“Wow~” Doctor Zhang exclaimed, surveying it with awe.

“Heh,” Professor Cao laughed coldly, “A semblance without soul, merely a cardboard cutout.”

With a fierce movement, he lifted his hand in a clutching motion, and immediately, cracks of orange-red light like claw marks appeared on the body of the two-story tall brute.

“Roar~~”

The giant bellowed in anger, charging at Professor Cao with a large guandao despite the fear of destruction spreading and fragmenting his body and spirit.

Gravel scattered from the ground, each of his steps seeming to pound the earth with the force of a terrifying rammer.

However, Professor Cao simply twisted his wrist lightly, and with the giant Miao knife held horizontally, the sand and wind swirled. The strong man charged past him, grazing the blade of the Miao knife, and was instantly torn in two.

Boom~

Cleaved in twain, the brute’s massive body fell to the ground in two pieces, kicking up sand and stones like exploding shells.

Blood mist sprayed out and swirled in midair, as the giant’s body reformed once again, intact.

This scene…

It really damn well reminded me of what Mr. Lu looked like back in the day when his body was split into many pieces, clearly Liu Yuanmou had truly learned a lot from Mr. Lu.

“Interesting~” Only then did Professor Cao get serious, grasping the Miao knife tighter, “I’ll play with him. Mr. Zhang, you better quickly retrieve your soul. I can’t wait to kill Liu Yuanmou!”

“Eh, sure thing~” Doctor Zhang rubbed his hands together and looked up at Liu Yuanmou, “Come on, let’s have a good time.”

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Just then, a slightly hoarse voice sounded outside the howling wind.

“Wind cease!”

The fluctuations of witchcraft powers transformed the surging wind into a bizarre entity, which, under the power of witchcraft, turned into a gentle breeze and dissipated.

Wind move? No, it’s heart move!

When the heart calms, the wind ceases to blow.

This is the peculiar charm of the ‘I call it very quiet’ witchcraft.

Where the sandstorm ceased, the Ghost-Faced Witch looked down, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, one hand flicking a kerosene lighter to light her cigarette, and then flipping it back inside her wizard robe.

The saber-toothed maw of the ghost mask slowly exhaled smoke, then turned towards everyone, “I thought about it, and I can’t give up on that USB drive after all!”

Ever since Chen Xinmi received the drawing of the black cat crafted by Lin An from her sister, she had always felt it was extraordinary.

She didn’t understand how Lin An did it, who at the time was not even at the ‘Emotional Fluctuation Period’ and was just an awakening wizard, yet capable of creating art that touched the depths of one’s soul.

When in the solitude of the night, she stared at the portrait of the black cat and even felt a trembling in her soul, as if she could feel Lin An slowly painting over her with each stroke.

Bit by bit, sketching her out.

It was said that a true artist could capture the spirit without needing to portray the bones, and she had always thought this was just self-aggrandizing fluff by so-called artists – until now.

So she approached Lin An’s superior, her Uncle, and began to monitor Lin An and Lu Dexian together.

This approach was clearly effective.

Lin An, a wizard with exceptional talent, was not only drawing his own soul but also others’!

That green skin, that shade of grey-blue fur – they all resembled Mr. Liu so much!

Not to mention the painting with a texture like bronze or ink jade, and a python’s portrait, which were exactly like the aura of the Antler Witch Hunter Knight and her sister, Chen Shuyun!

What astonished her most was that Lin An’s portraits weren’t merely ink paintings; they retained their unique rhythm even when created on a computer.

It was frightening because when she looked at the black cat portrait, it was like looking at another self.

This ability to present digitally meant it could be copied at will, tantamount to countless copies of herself existing in the world.

As many as one wanted.

It was like anchors for a soul in the real world!

This anchor…

Could it be the key that would allow her to return from the Spirit Realm after becoming a Sorcerer Zombie?

She didn’t know, but she wanted to try!

So, Chen Xinmi drafted an excellent plan!

She approached Zheng Miao, a witch who hadn’t awakened yet, and tempted her with the awakening of Transcendent powers to influence the game’s development, attempting to get Lin An to include the portrait of the black cat into the game.

Unfortunately, for some reason, Lin An never used her soul’s trace; instead, he often used Mr. Liu’s.

Did he like her? Hence he couldn’t bear to use it?

Or was he too afraid to provoke her?

Chen Xinmi didn’t know, but it didn’t matter anymore; she forced Zheng Miao to secretly copy all of Lin An’s artwork onto her computer and sneak it into the game’s development.

That was all she had initially asked for.

Who would have thought, Lin An wasn’t satisfied just transposing the soul’s rhythmic aura from paper onto the electronic network – he wanted to animate it as well.

What effect would it have to animate the soul, to animate that charm?

She wasn’t sure if Lin An had thought it through, but she had a vague idea herself.

When life pulsates, it exists in the real world.

A portrayal that seems to be modeling, acting according to predefined rules of programming data, is in fact a lifeform.

A unique conceptual life.

She did not know how to use this, after all only Zheng Miao had seen it so far, she hadn’t even had the chance to see the final product yet.

She needed that USB drive!

Zheng Miao had already destroyed all the results, the USB drive contained the only copy left!