Chapter 212 Small Episode 1
"Haydn’s Symphony No. 8—Night!"
Hearing Banner’s voice, Cullen froze. All the players looked over. Cullen hesitated but he gritted his teeth and waved his hand. Do as he says!
The teammates were stunned, but they quickly followed the order. Instantly, lodies of the sa frequency sounded from their hands. Their well-adjusted and arranged instrunts played at the sa tempo.
The aether between them worked in concert, connecting into a whole. The lack of a conductor resulted in so flaws, but they remained steady at the sa frequency. Every player’s breathing quickened, and perspiration beaded on their foreheads. The pressure arrived.
The manticore roared and stood before Ye Qingxuan’s team, blocking their disruption. Banner’s hand slowly left his face and pressed down in front. A gleam of light shot out from his ring and a gentle sound spread from it. But suddenly, a sharp cacophonous lody rose out of the stillness. Instantly, all instrunts resonated with it and created a mighty sonority. As if nine ripples ford in the water at the sa ti, they overlapped, combined, and created turbulent waves. Light dimd in the snap of a finger as the lody spread out on the field. The sun seed to disappear quickly.Darkness followed imdiately. Imnse aether was summoned and assimilated into the darkness. It transford into a curtain, blocking out all light.
"Hey, hey, how angry are they…" Charles wisely picked Bai Xi and Old Phil up, and hid behind Bench Guy. "Yezi, you taunted them too much."
At the front, Ye Qingxuan heard but did not listen.
Now, the entire field was pitch black. One could not see their hands before themselves. Only the mighty resonance and lody echoed. As the lody advanced, stars lit up in the sky. There was moonlight.
The stars were too far away and were blurry, as if there was frosted glass before them. Unable to resonate with the world, they were unable to borrow power from the outside world and create a real starry sky. But this darkness was already terrifying enough because the dark night had co.
The first movent of Symphony No. 8!
This was composed by the late Saint Haydn and was known as "Night." Its strength represented the arrival of beastly nature and night. If mankind lived under the sun, then the deep night was the beasts’ territory. If Banner was strong enough to achieve Deva sensing and call forth a moon, then just the side effects of the wave of beasts in the darkness now would be enough to destroy the history departnt.
But in the darkness, the manticore at the midline suddenly trembled and howled, either in pain or happiness. There was the crisp sound of bone growing and skin cracking in the darkness. The manticore’s body shook violently, but it grew bigger and bigger.
Its beastly nature increased in the darkness. The seed of wildness hidden in its aetheric body grew, sprouted, and developed toward its final shape. A fist-sized hole suddenly appeared where its spine was, like a whale’s blowhole. Then ca a second hole, a third, a fourth…
The mont its transformation was complete, blazing flas shot out from the holes. It was like the air had been distorted by the wild heat, or like blurry yet strange wings. The manticore had expanded multiple tis its size. All critical body parts were covered with scales and dark green liquid seeped from the stinger on its tail…
It was known as the evil b*stard beast in its final stage. It was the king of demons with a body covered in scales, six pairs of fiery wings sprouting from its back, the ability to spit fire like a dragon, but with the majestic presence of a lion. But now, it was only in its beginning stage.
It was not the only one. On the field, the other phantom beasts transford quickly as well. They rose to a another stage instantly. nacing and terrifying, they radiated with the odor of rusting tal. The grass in the path of the pungent sll wilted, eroded by the almost demonic breath.
In the dark night, the five phantom beasts excitedly clawed at the dirt. They threw their heads back and howled like wild animals. The howls were filled with craze and hunger. It made one’s pallor lose its color.
Actually, the freshn in the stands did not understand why their professors constantly reminded them to stay friendly with the School of Summoning until Banner played Symphony No. 8. These people who controlled beasts could transform into things more terrifying than beasts at any given mont. In the stands, Ingmar—who had always disliked Ye Qingxuan’s team—was not the slightest bit gleeful seeing that they were about to be destroyed. He just pursed his lips, furrowed his brows, and stayed silent.
"It looks a little out of control." The principal furrowed his brows in slight concern.
Sydney froze and coughed. "Yes, the psychological coaching for Summoning musicians must be increased…"
"Is that my fault?" Ludwig curled his lips. "Banner is from the School of Royalty, alright?" He ant, "The School of Summoning was not taking responsibility for this!"
"Should we stop the ga?" soone asked.
After a long pause, the principal shook his head. "Let it continue. I believe this is only a small episode." It definitely was just a small episode to the principal. The problem was…whose episode was it?
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"Ye Qingxuan!" On the field, Banner ground his teeth and chewed on this na. His right eye glimred with light as he stared at the white-haired guy who still was not retreating. He was still standing before Banner, unmoving. "Seems that you want to die!"
The white-haired youth’s body stiffened. He shrugged and seed to laugh bitterly. His voice was unclear and hoarse. He looked like a patient older brother who had been dragged out to play by little kids and embraced it with open arms.
"What are you waiting for? Co on, I’ll play with you," he seed to say.
The proud posture entered Banner’s eyes, and even his fingers trembled in anger. He clenched his jaw and sothing cracked, as if he had ground sothing to pieces. Two of the most hateful figures seed to have overlapped and he just wanted to rip them apart!
"It’s going to suck for the Eastern kid." In the stands, Ludwig chuckled. "Is this a talent? Infuriating a musician from the School of Royalty to his breaking point without even a word…This is so interesting…An enemy with weakened sanity and increased fatality. Is he wishing for death?"
What Ludwig had said was true. Banner had fell into blind rage. He opened his mouth and howled. The face of the old manticore changed suddenly as Banner’s rage appeared on it. In that wild howling, Ye Qingxuan said sothing. His voice was distorted by the howls, but one could vaguely hear that he was telling Banner to calm down.
The gentle words were now the stalk of hay that broke the donkey’s back. The angry fire exploded. The manticore howled and roared; its voice was like a command, forcing the phantom beasts in its vicinity to listen. They imdiately charged toward the lone youth. Everyone held their breaths.
In the next mont, the youth would be swallowed by the phantom beasts. But so saw him shake his head helplessly and pull sothing out of his pocket. It was a small aluminum bag.
Boom! The bag burned in his hands, swelled and exploded. The dark gray powder within lted into the flas and was ignited instantly, thanks to the combustion agent. Not even ashes remained.
A spray of thick white fog poured out of the youth’s folded hands like a waterfall. The thick smoke danced in the air and flowed to his feet before spreading out. It quickly thinned, spread, and rose. In the end, his entire figure was shrouded in the indistinct fog.
No one knew when the youth suddenly put on gloves, but the steel gloves looked like a knight’s armor and covered his arms up to his elbows. When he clenched his fists, sparks flew as his fingers rubbed against each other.
The fog surged and the fastest phantom beast rushed into it.
Boom! The well-prepared youth took a step back and raised his arm. The tal scales of the ice snake scraped past his arm, creating a dazzling spark. Then the youth reached out and grasped the snake.
All Summoning students gasped. The scales of a steel ice snake were sharp as knives. Touching it would anger it and force it into killer mode. Even an iron block would be turned into a distorted piece of tal from the thrashing of thousands of knives, let alone an arm that was rely protected by armor. But then everyone blanched. For so reason, the snake suddenly froze.
The hand gripped the fatal spot of the ice snake. A chain of booms followed, resonating from the five fingers. It was the electric light contained at the palm. The thunder resounded, completely damaging the armor, but also scattering the snake’s scales. Even the snake’s bones moved, making it unable to fight back. This was a textbook example of beast training!
The ice snake weakened instantly and was tossed out of the youth’s hand like a whip. After whistling through the air, it wrapped around the incoming shadow leopard.
"No!" One could faintly hear shocked cries in the distance but the youth did not stop. He moved abruptly and stepped on the ice snake’s tail.
Boom! The sharp noise of steel plates scraping together sounded. The ice snake’s scales bristled instinctively, shooting out like blades. As the youth pulled, the ‘snake whip’ with blades constricted. The shadow leopard howled and blood spewed out. For so reason, it collapsed onto the ground without another sound. It did not even fight back? It was like a fraud product!
Two phantom beasts were defeated by him instantly as if they were dosticated animals waiting to be slaughtered. The youth waved his hands and his rings glimred. Fire shot out as the lody played. It was a formula from the School of Modifications—the Fire of Soul Burial. It was a fla that erupted and extinguished in an instant, but the heat was strong enough to destroy an enemy’s body, as well as his soul.
Above the youth’s head, the fog demon that had appeared soundlessly now shook. When hit by the firelight, it shrieked and trembled. Half of its body had evaporated. It shot back with a scream and paced in panic.
The youth’s body appeared and disappeared in the heavy smoke. The onlookers in the distance could not see what was happening at all. There was only smoke.
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