Several blue orbs of light appeared in Xiyinsi's hands and streaked directly toward Furan.
Xiyinsi was in an extremely foul mood because of the setbacks he had faced over the past few days; he was like a powder keg waiting to be ignited.
Actually, he had just calmed down, knowing they shouldn't clash at this time, otherwise, with so many people around, they would definitely be in for more than they could handle.
But Tarn's sentence completely ignited the powder keg. He truly couldn't stand a lucky fellow advising him to back down; it was nothing short of mockery.
Furan raised an eyebrow and activated her Breathing Technique trait [Spiritual Power]. Her constitution attribute rose, and with a side flash, she dodged the speeding Magic Missile.
The bright blue Magic Missile grazed past her body and flew out the door.
"Wait, this Magic Missile can turn."
Furan immediately felt that the missile just now had been too close to her body. Her black robe had been grazed slightly, leaving a scorch mark.
She knew this was an advanced Magic Missile technique—automatic target tracking. It seemed the opponent had put a lot of effort into this Spell.
If converted to the proficiency on her panel, it was not far from the Mastery level.
She knew the Magic Missile behind her might fly back soon, so she seized the moment and lunged forward toward the two men.
Xiyinsi felt a bit of secret joy when he saw Furan dodge the Magic Missile; this was his usual method of magical combat.
First, he would throw out a Magic Missile, having deliberately adjusted its flight speed so it wouldn't easily hit the opponent during a head-on attack.
After the opponent dodged it, someone who knew the ropes might judge that the Magic Missile would quickly return from behind.
But what the opponent didn't know was that he could regulate the speed of the Magic Missile, and its return speed would far exceed their imagination.
The ring on his right hand was inscribed with an instant-cast Inflict Wounds. It could be released once a day by consuming three times the mana required to cast the Spell.
If the opponent chose to use a shield for defense, the Magic Missile from behind would, most of the time, pierce right through the shield, and the opponent would be harmed by his own Wounding Ray.
During the apprentice stage, a single hit from a Spell was enough to make an opponent lose their combat capability.
Relying on this little combo, he frequently won battles; even if the opponent knew he would fight like this, it was hard to parry.
After all, the instant-cast magic ring on his hand cost a full dozen gold coins. If those apprentices could react to it, wouldn't his purchase have been in vain?
He stared at Furan's figure and raised his right hand, about to release the Spell.
How dare you despise me, an apprentice of the Modification School? I'm going to take you back and put you through the Modification School's interrogation methods. Then you'll know why you can't disobey the orders of the Modification School.
He thought darkly that he would also stuff a Brain-Eating Worm into her head before letting her go, letting her experience the feeling of being unable to cast Spells before dying in agony a few months later.
But before Xiyinsi's right hand could even rise, he felt his wrist clamped by a massive force, as if it were about to crush the bones in his wrist.
"What..."
Before Xiyinsi could react, Tarn felt his face hit as if by a heavy hammer; he heard the sound of bones shattering.
Tarn was sent flying into the air by the massive force on his face, his body falling backward. He landed directly on a table, pushing aside several glasses of wine before falling under the table.
"No... why hit me?!"
Tarn muttered in confusion. He felt half of his face had lost sensation, warm liquid flowed from the corner of his eye, his vision was blurred, and his mind was filled with the sound of ringing ears.
Xiyinsi only felt a gust of wind surge past him, followed by the sound of an object falling nearby.
He felt another force grab his robes and lift him up.
"What's going on?!"
Just as he looked down and saw a black-robed person lifting him up, he felt a surge of sharp pain from behind.
"Ah! Sss!" Xiyinsi screamed in pain.
The Magic Missile had punched a hole through his robes, revealing skin underneath that was scorched purple and black, with blood seeping out.
He struggled to open his eyes, which were tightly shut from the pain, and looked with an incredulous gaze at the black-robed person with only her eyes exposed.
Why did she dare to attack us, apprentices of the Modification School? Isn't she afraid of our Modification School's retaliation?
Furan gave her hand a wave, and Xiyinsi felt a force toss him into the air. Then, under the influence of gravity, his body smashed toward the floor.
The pain left Xiyinsi unable to exert any strength. He lay on the ground gasping for air, his body trembling constantly.
When Xiyinsi launched his sneak attack, the entire bar had gone silent, until Furan defeated both of them. After a moment of silence...
The bar erupted in overwhelming shouts and cheers. Some people even threw their wine glasses at the two men lying on the ground.
Furan pulled out a tissue from nearby and wiped her hands.
She hadn't used any Spells or weapons, defeating the two of them using only her powerful physical attributes.
There were many considerations for this. First was to hide her identity; she wasn't some unknown minor character anymore, and the weapons and Spells she used could potentially be recognized by others.
In that case, her disguise would be in vain, as it would be easy for people to guess that this person was her.
Second, she actually couldn't kill these two apprentices. Knocking them down was fine; it was normal for apprentices to fight.
But she absolutely could not kill these two. Under the gaze of so many people, delivering a fatal blow would be no different from directly slapping the Modification School in the face.
Even Richter's quiet death had brought so many people to investigate. If she killed two in broad daylight, it would be a disaster.
So she held back, only knocking the two of them down without doing anything extra.
Furan felt something and looked toward the stairs. Elan was leaning against the railing, watching the chaotic scene.
Seeing Furan look over, he knew Furan wanted to rely on his influence to handle this matter again.
He shook his head helplessly and waved his hand at Furan, signaling her to leave quickly.
Furan understood, nodded to Elan in thanks, and walked directly toward the door.
Xiyinsi struggled to crawl up, but unfortunately, his body had no strength. He could only turn his body and slightly lift his head.
He glared as Furan's back disappeared out the door, his face full of hatred and resentment.
Don't think this matter is over just because you beat us this time. As soon as I get back to the Modification School, I'll notify my mentor and let you know the consequences of defying a School.
His hands were clenched tightly, as if Furan were in his palm and he wanted to crush her to death.
"Ah!" Xiyinsi screamed again as someone stepped on his body and ground his back wound against the floor.
"What happened?" Finally, the Law Enforcement Team arrived late and began to calm the chaos.
"The two of them fell on their own," said an apprentice who was questioned, while Elan nodded from the side.
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