Chapter 197 Ta-da!
Soon, Ye Qingxuan could no longer see his face in the distance because the soil beneath his feet had boiled and turned into lava too. Lava stretched upward along his ankles. The black crystals extracted from the soil rapidly proliferated, covering his body and making it burlier and burlier.
A dense red circuit appeared on the black steel-like stone armor, continuously radiating high heat. One dared not to be less than five steps away from it. But on the top of his head, a clump of black clouds gathered in the air. It radiated with piercing coldness. Occasionally, a cold wind blew, leaving a ghastly frost mark on the ground.
It was like a devil from hell coming to the world, setting off flas and frost, the land shaking while the wind wailed.
The other two graduates kept playing their lodies, but their faces were getting pale. It was obvious that the force of this frenzy had gone beyond their control. Even the teammates stayed far away from Jas, afraid of being swept away by the frenzied force.
"Are you ready?" Jas stepped on the soccer which had been frozen into a huge ice hockey rink, showing a ferocious look to the teenager.
"The ga begins!"
Boom!
All Ye Qingxuan could feel was a red stream of light shooting toward his face!
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"Saint Liszt's movent Mazeppa?" Above the stands, Ludwig, the coach of the School of Summoning, was slightly astonished.
This was the resonance movent the saints created according to the deeds of legendary hero Mazeppa. It transford the musician into the controller of the four elents. He could manipulate earth, water, wind and fire, and beco a destructive machine. If one played this movent to its fullest, it was possible to turn a whole town into ashes.
Liszt, Paganini, Chopin. These three saints, who had made outstanding contributions to the School of Modifications, were known as the Three Heroes of Modifications. In history, they were centuries apart, and not all of them specialized in modifications, but they all laid the foundation and paved the way for the Modifications with their own theories. Their music theories and styles’ effect on the entire school had beco well ingrained.
Liszt, who specialized in Modifications, directly adapted many music scores for the format of the Modifications, which made the score more destructive and violent. He had spent his whole life studying Modifications and made unparalleled achievents on piano. After he died, he was welcod into the Sacred City and beca a Holy Spirit. To avoid the taboo, he beca known as the King of Wind, Creator and Destroyer.
It was this music score that gave the School of Modifications known the nickna "school of "battlefield musicians".
But soon, Ludwig realized sothing. "Unbelievable! The younger, the stronger. I didn’t expect that the Modifications’ skill in ‘divided coherence’ had developed so maturely."
He could see that this movent was not the original version of the "Mazeppa," but a rearrangent that had lowered the level and usage requirents. After all, this famous symphonic poem was a movent of the resonance level, and was known for its extre burden on musicians.
It was clear the adaptor had lowered the level of the original movent. In order to reduce the difficulty, it was divided into three parts played by three musicians at the sa ti so the movent’s great pressure was shared.
But this movent that was derived from Liszt’s work indicated his power as a revolutionist at the ti. The mont the effect was ford, the aether on the entire soccer field began changing wildly.
In the observation of the aether ball, a faint aetheric eddy was ford on the field. Huge dark currents spread around and everything was thrown in the turmoil. Ludwig put away the aether ball, slowly nodded. "As expected of the School of Modifications. Though it’s only an adaptation, Mr. Egor’s remarkable accomplishnts on the Modifications are obvious now."
"You flatter ." Egor nodded and smiled slightly. This music adaptation was not his favorite work, but it still gave him pride.
But at the other end of the stand, soone chuckled, causing Egor to glance over and frown slightly. The uninvited blonde man sat beside the principal. His face was hidden in the shadows and he stared toward the field. Seeing that Ye Qingxuan was going to fail, he grew gleeful.
"Haha, that guy is going to suffer," he murmured. No one knew who he was talking about.
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The wind and the fire rushed toward Ye Qingxuan suddenly. It was like a flow of light, and left a burning scorch mark in its path. Controlling the fire and storm, setting off frost, Jas had passed by Ye Qingxuan in a blink of an eye.
Ye Qingxuan subconsciously wanted to block the ball, but Jas just looked at him and waved his hand.
A foehn wind was created as his hand pressed down. Dark red fire erged out of thin air, pouncing toward Ye Qingxuan’s direction. The high pressure was like a gun barrel. It roared and shook. The furious winds contained high heat, burning hot enough to scorch the heart. Even if there was a block of iron before him, it would instantly burned red by the scalding wind.
Obviously, Jas had gone easy and did not end his life completely, however he was not exactly gentle either. If the foehn wind was sent directly toward Ye Qingxuan, he would probably be sent to the ergency room imdiately.
In the blink of an eye, the running youth only had the ti to raise his hands and cover his head. Then, he felt a sharp pain on his face. He was upended and rolled in the air. After falling down on the ground, he began to cough out his lungs.
Soon, he froze. Looking at his intact limbs, he realized that nothing had happened to him, other than getting flipped over.
In the distance, Jas, who had been running into the midfield, looked away and humd, gazing at Bench Guy beside the goal. It was this guy who had grasped the mont and deconstructed half of his foehn wind. But Bench Guy was gaping at the grinning man beside him—Charles.
The mont before, it was he who had acted at the sa ti with Bench Guy. No, he had even acted earlier than him. While Bench Guy was focused on deconstructing the foehn wind, Charles had worked directly on Ye Qingxuan’s body. In the snap of a finger, countless notes were perford like flowing water.
First, he changed the air pressure, blurring Ye Qingxuan’s features with the rune Haze. It was followed by the twisting of light, causing Jas to instantly lose his target with runes Bubble and Light.
Then it was Mirror, which Ye Qingxuan was best at. A target was created beside him to attract the fire and shared most of his burden. Just as the foehn arrived, another ray of frost was shone on Ye Qingxuan, decreasing the Foehn’s heat.
Finally, it was the rciless Gas. It expanded the air pressure beforehand to lift Ye Qingxuan and helped him escape from the impact of the Foehn’s aftermath.
These deconstructions and attacks in that instant weakened the foehn too much to reach Ye Qingxuan’s.
Ye Qingxuan’s pathetic upending was all Charles...
"What's the matter?" Charles sensed Bench Guy’s eyes and revealed a "shy" smile. "Are you really shocked, stunned, and want to complint ? Co on, hero..."
Bench Guy suddenly did not want to talk to him anymore. Now, he needed to be prepared for Jas's attack—that guy was the problem at hand.
After gathering the strength of his teammates, Jas had transford into a miniature destructive giant. He sprinted at full speed down the field, continuously obliterating the dozens of obstacles set for him. Whether it was the stone walls rising from the ground or the pawn formation made by ice, they were all wrecked completely, leaving ruins scattered on the ground.
Under the cheers of Modifications, Jas sped across the field. No one could stop him. Well, if the slim figure before him did not count…Wait, there was soone before him?
Charles was stunned. Soon he realized who it was and his expression changed. "Bai Xi?"
Dammit!
Bai Xi stood blankly in the center of the field, directly ahead of Jas. She seed have not reacted yet and gazed at the charging firelight. Charles had no ti to speak and rushed toward Bai Xi, but it was too late.
Off-field, the spectators could not help but cry out. Concertmaster Ye received both praise and bla, but the people mostly praised this cute little girl. It was just that, in the few months after the start of school, it was mostly Ye Qingxuan who was always under the lilight. Bai Xi was not involved. Most people saw her when she was trampling flowers and walking the dog.
Facing the burning light, Bai Xi’s figure was silhouetted beca incomparably miniscule in contrast. Like a reflection in the water, she would be crushed easily in the next mont.
Jas looked at the vaguely dazed face and his heart suddenly softened. He could not help but slow down. Maybe he would just blow her away. He turned the flas spewing around him into a storm shield, harmless in comparison. He decided to just blow the little girl away.
But in the storm that was enough to lift giant stones, Bai Xi remained unmoving. It was as if her feet were rooted. Only her dress, unsuitable for the occasion, fluttered like white petals blooming in the storm.
Jas's expression beca one of faint regret. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what would happen next. "What a pity."
Bang! In an instant, the two figures crashed. The storm and fire created a torrent, burning the grass within a few ters into ashes. Fire and frost intertwined, turning into a thick fog that engulfed them. The predicted scene of Bai Xi being knocked down and broken did not happen.
The spectators were stunned into silence.
Bang! There was another great noise, and a pained cry sounded in the fog. The voice sounded like Jas?
In the stands, Egor stood up in astonishnt and looked at the field blankly. Others might not have understood, but he had seen it clearly. In that mont, he saw the little girl wearing a white skirt take a step back and stand firmly.
Then, she settled into a punching posture, waiting for the charging Jas. She shouted in a crisp voice, "Ta-da!"
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