Chapter 53

As Matthew infused it with magic, a giant, blazing bird of fire roared out from the void.

"Boom—" The firebird let out a loud bang, carrying terrifying high temperature. Wherever it passed, even the air was scorched and distorted, and the snow on the ground was melted into white smoke.

At this moment, Mold looked speechless, somewhat unable to believe that the fluctuations were caused by Matthew, a mere novice apprentice.

He could clearly sense that this was no ordinary [Firebird Scroll]; the aura it emitted was violent and terrifying.

Even though the firebird was still some distance away, the burning sensation was already overwhelming.

But Morde's momentum did not diminish. He quickly closed the distance between himself and Matthew, while gathering magic in his hands and rapidly chanting a spell with his lips slightly moving.

The free elements quickly gathered and instantly condensed into a spell model in front of him, and a cloud of poisonous mist emitting a strong stench gushed out and blasted towards the giant firebird.

At the same time, Mold's skin began to bulge and harden in patches, then turned translucent, and a thick layer of scales grew on his body.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, the massive amount of air entering his chest causing it to swell, before quickly deflating.

"Whoosh—", he suddenly spat out a mouthful of deep purple poisonous flames at the surging poisonous mist in front of him.

The poisonous fog and flames mixed and reacted in some unknown way. A series of explosions came from inside, and its size suddenly expanded.

"Bang!!!" The firebird and the corrosive poisonous mist collided and exploded instantly, then annihilated each other, creating a loud noise that echoed throughout the entire valley.

Countless streams of venom were blasted into the air, the snow melted, and the melted snow mixed with the venom corroded the ground, creating shallow pits. The edges of the snow layer also turned black due to the penetration of the toxins.

Thick black gas spread out and enveloped the surrounding space, and Mold's figure suddenly burst out from the poisonous gas.

A confident look spread across his face. "I underestimated you a bit, but if that's all you've got, you might as well die."

At this moment, the distance between the two has been reduced to about fifteen meters.

"Not enough!" Matthew silently calculated the distance between the two of them, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash [Burning Claws].

The Firebird Scroll was still floating in mid-air. Matthew once again channeled his magic power, pouring it all into the scroll.

"Tear—", the giant firebird let out a cry and flashed past, instantly killing its opponent.

Mold was less than three meters from the firebird. His face showed no panic as he coldly said, "Ridiculous, don't struggle!"

Instead of releasing the poisonous mist, he let out a low growl and unleashed a surge of magical energy, releasing the [Rock Body].

His scales rapidly petrified, turning from transparent to earthy yellow, and in the next instant, rocks covered his entire body, transforming him into a stone figure.

Mold raised his hand and threw a heavy punch, the fist accompanied by a gale, slamming into the giant firebird.

"Bang—" The firebird exploded instantly, and the flames dissipated.

Matthew's [Firebird Scroll] had already been activated three times. Unable to withstand the high load of magic, it began to self-immolate, instantly turning into black ash and dissipating in the wind.

Upon seeing this, Mold couldn't help but sneer.

"What's wrong? Did you run out of reels?"

"Once you're done using it, you can go..."

However, before Mold could finish speaking, he saw that Matthew's skin had also grown a layer of scales, and at the same time, the other party was charging towards him.

"Dragon Scale... So you've fully activated the sub-dragon bloodline after all, but are you in such a hurry to die?"

Matthew ignored the other party's words. After activating his dragon scales, his speed increased dramatically, and even his spellcasting speed improved significantly.

He thrust forward with all his might, closing the distance between them, while simultaneously channeling his magical power to its limit, causing fire elements to rapidly gather in the air.

Just as the two were within the maximum range of the [Burning Claw] release, Matthew pushed off with his feet and flashed to the left.

At the same time, the runes intertwined and converged, and the spell model had been condensed above his head.

"Crack! Crack!" A crimson flame magic circle appeared, and a crack appeared on it. Soon the crack spread and became a tortoise shell pattern.

The next moment, the magic circle shattered, and a giant claw made of boiling flames suddenly lashed out from it.

At this moment, Mold turned his head, his smile froze, and his expression changed from astonishment to disbelief and then to fear. This was the first time he had shown fear.

A suffocating pressure approached him, and a terrifyingly high temperature spread through the space, making his body, which was wrapped in rocks, feel hot.

The fierce and violent flames made him tremble with fear.

But there was no other way; with the giant claws approaching, Mold had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He gathered his magic, and a cloud of corrosive poisonous mist once again formed in front of him.

This time, he took several deep breaths and spat poisonous flames into the poisonous fog one after another, causing the fog to grow several times larger.

however……

"Bang—" When the giant fiery claw touched the poisonous mist, it pierced through it instantly, like magma hitting snow.

The scattered venom was also evaporated by the terrifying heat of the Burning Claw, turning into wisps of black smoke.

The next moment, the Burning Claw was already in front of Mold, growing larger and larger in his pupils.

Death was imminent; his breath caught in his throat. "Wait, wait..."

The giant claws did not stop because of his words, and went straight for Mold's body.

The rocks covering him melted instantly, and sharp fingers pierced through his scales without hindrance, then through his body.

The scorching flames poured into his flesh along the wound, even burning his internal organs to ashes.

"Thump—" Mold's body crashed heavily to the ground, leaving only half of his body, with white smoke still rising from his body.

His tenacious physique kept him alive, and his face was still filled with terror, which quickly turned into resentment and anger. He stared at Matthew with the most vicious eyes.

Matthew wouldn't give his enemy any chance, so he quickly stepped forward to finish him off, crushing Mord's head with a single stomp.

"Bang—" Instantly, white and red splattered, staining the nearby snow red.

Matthew let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally... it's resolved!"

Mold had always been a sword of Damocles hanging over Matthew's head, and killing him this time finally removed a potential threat.

However, before he could relax, he suddenly sensed a slight disturbance in the woods behind him.

Matthew suddenly turned around and stared coldly at a spot in the woods.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the woods, and a figure slowly walked out from there.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

The newcomer was a young man wearing round-framed glasses and with a long ponytail.

"Dolan?"

Dolan wore his usual gentle smile. "Matthew, I just want to make a deal with you."