Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan looked down and saw the ice bola was already bound to his feet!

It looked like something was growing out of his feet. White Leopard was able to draw directly onto his body!

Mo Fan’s feet were shockingly heavy. He felt like his bones were about to be crushed by the weight.

He finally knew what the Ice Painter was painting on.

Everything within his vision was his drawing board. Ice Magic would appear when he moved his brush around. He placed his attention on Mo Fan and drew an ice bola around his feet to bind Mo Fan down with its extraordinary weight.

“Art of Killing, Thousand Shredding Chains!”

White Leopard held the brush upside down. He did not draw with the tip of the brush, but he used the tail of the brush to splash a circle of ink before waving his brush frantically, like a mad man venting his frustrations on the drawing board!

Long chains of rings immediately appeared as he waved the brush, each ring around the size of an adult’s palm. They materialized around Mo Fan, some were even rising between the cracks of the crystalline ridge.

More chains appeared and hung on Mo Fan. Their weight alone was on the verge of crushing him.

White Leopard shook the brush and tightened the ice chains, producing loud clanks. From afar, it looked like countless machine pythons were moving rapidly toward their target!

Mo Fan’s feet were bound to the ground by the ice bola while his body was being pulled by countless chains. They were going to rip him in half at his waist if they kept moving at this rate.

Mo Fan panicked.

His enemy did not have to take aim to use his magic, so it was impossible for Mo Fan to defend himself. The things that were binding him had simply appeared out of nowhere. Mo Fan had no clue how he could break free from them.

The ice chains were stretching from one end to the other to dismember his body!

Mo Fan did not have time to destroy the chains, nor was he able to escape from them.

Even if Mo Fan knew the guy was an Ice Painter who drew to Cast his magic, he felt like he was just a tiny figure on the Painter’s paint board which the painter had full control over. The painter was merely drawing off his imagination to make things happen in reality!

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Sharjah felt an urge to say something when she saw Mo Fan was in great danger.

“Sharjah! Don’t you forget, every word you say now is going to inflict an extra wound on our leader!” White Leopard snapped when he realized Sharjah might betray her team again.

Ice Tiger was already beside Sharjah, preventing the woman who liked to do everything her own way from helping their enemy. He grinned and chuckled.

“Brother can easily take care of him,” Ice Tiger said smugly.

Sharjah fell silent. She fixed her eyes on Mo Fan, who was now completely entangled by the chains.

“Ridges of the Earth Vein…. your blood is able to awaken the power of the Andes Mountain Range’s vein. Such an unusual ability. You also have an outstanding Lightning Element, a Heaven-grade Fire Seed, a Super Power of the Shadow Element, extraordinary abilities of the Earth Element, and the utilities of the Space and Shadow Elements…You are truly impressive at such a young age.”

“But, what difference is it going to make?

“No matter how strong you are, everything is just a drawing paper filled with colors. I just need to paint my white ink across it to return everything to normal. I can then draw as I please on it, including your death!” White Leopard proclaimed mockingly.

There was no way Mo Fan could escape death with the little time he had left!

White Leopard was acting like a judge with great authority. He was reading out Mo Fan’s offenses, as if telling him how much of an idiot he was!

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Mo Fan was deafened by the loud clanking of the chains. He could only see the chains wrapping around his body, as if he had fallen into a nest of ice pythons.

The chains wound closer about him and limited the space he could move in.

The grip on his body tightened gradually, like he was going to be crushed at any second. Mo Fan could feel his death approaching.

“What’s going on?”

He felt like he was having a suffocating nightmare where he had forgotten the ability to run away. He also lost the ability to analyze the situation around him. He had allowed the unreasonable nightmarish things to close in on him and torture him until he finally came to his senses.

The enemy had drawn chains to bind his feet and entangle his body to declare his death sentence. Did White Leopard really possess such an unstoppable power?

Or was there a chance that the chains did not only consist of the Ice Element?

Mo Fan was wondering whether Ice Leopard was placing him under an illusion, but he discarded the possibility when he felt the weight around his feet.

The snow was real, so were the cuffs on his feet and the chains.

However, the feeling of death and the feeling he was being squeezed to his death might have come from the enemy.

A painting could stir a person’s emotions like they were being surrounded by snow because it was surreal and vivid. A person would be dazzled by a painting and recall similar experiences of what was drawn, followed by pain and torture the person had gone through before.

“Humph, it’s the Psychic Element!”

Mo Fan lifted his gaze. His eyes erupted into flames as the strong sense of death threatening brought him back to his feet.

The Psychic Element!

His enemy had mixed the Psychic Element with his Ice Magic!

White Leopard was trying to overwhelm him mentally and bury him in the snow. Death was the only outcome if he lost himself to the terrifying torture.

“Little Flame Belle!”

Mo Fan simply ignored what was going on when he knew he was being influenced by the enemy’s Psychic Element.

A person would forget their ability to think in the middle of a nightmare and play the role of a victim being chased endlessly. However, once the person realized it was not real and calmed down to think properly, it was easy to overcome the grim situation.

Mo Fan had totally forgotten to resist and think after he lost himself in the torture that had been drawn for him!

He began to resist and fight back!

His own flames were not strong enough to destroy the nightmare. He needed Little Flame Belle’s Calamity Fire. He had to burn the chains on him with the strongest flames.

Little Flame Belle came out of the Contracted Space, but she did not fully reveal herself. She turned into a burning cloak that Mo Fan draped over his shoulders.

Mo Fan engulfed his whole body in flames, so that even his dark brown eyes were swaying with blazing red fire!

Mo Fan could not feel the cold of the snow, but he realized he was unable to feel any heat, either.

The enemy had erased his senses and tricked him into believing he was only using the Ice Magic to conceal the presence of the Psychic Element.

At first, Mo Fan did not feel any heat after being Possessed by Little Flame Belle.. However, as Little Flame Belle continued to heat up, he began to feel the heat spreading across his body.