Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Sharjah finally made her move too.

Her desire was to ask everyone to leave so she could have a one-on-one duel with Mo Fan. Unfortunately, it was not realistic, since they were in the middle of a war.

It might be unfair to Mo Fan, but the world was never fair in the first place.

She did not move or relocate herself for a better angle of attack. Her lips were moving as if she was murmuring an ancient chant.

A book suddenly appeared in front of Sharjah. It had a black cover, and the words on every page had a dark mysterious glow to them as it hovered in front of her.

The conductor Cook had been behaving exactly like a music conductor when he used his magic, like he was performing in a concert hall in front of an audience. Meanwhile, the way Sharjah was reading the book was like she was giving a speech in front of the students on a podium.

She was dressed in neat attire, looking dignified and elegant.

That being said, Sharjah was not merely giving a speech.

It was a magic book imbued with dark power.

She was actually more like a witch from the medieval era. She sounded like she was Summoning a devil.

The young girl bewitched by the evil book was murmuring Curses with a blank expression. By the time she came to her senses, the darkness the book contained was already crawling out of it!

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Mo Fan was unaware of Sharjah’s strange actions.

He naively thought Sharjah was a perfectionist who would not allow anyone to intervene with their duel, thus she would get rid of the outsiders first before having an epic duel with him!

Unfortunately, Sharjah did not behave like the typical beautiful elf from an anime that she resembled.

She did not care if her opponent was being ganged up on or was alone, or if the opponent had an entire army with them. She would just attack as she pleased!

The book contained the power of the Curse Element. The eerie light of the words was unleashing formidable energy, like the Star Orbits of Elemental Magic after they were connected.

A long pitch-black claw appeared behind Mo Fan out of nowhere. Its fingers almost stabbed Mo Fan in the neck!

Mo Fan reacted swiftly and dodged the claw, but it immediately chased after him, aiming at his throat!

There was no way Sharjah was planning to knock him out and bring him away. The evil being she was controlling was obviously trying to snap his neck in half!

“Flame Sword!”

Mo Fan created some distance between him and the claw and lifted his right hand high. Fierce flames burst out of it and quickly formed into a huge burning hammer.

Mo Fan had no idea why the flames took the shape of a hammer despite what he shouted.

Perhaps a hammer was better at smashing things to pieces? It was not like Mo Fan was an expert at using a sword.

The hammer was not targeting the claw, but Sharjah, who was blatantly reading the wicked book not far away from him.

Mo Fan could not figure out what kind of magic Sharjah was using. It might be the Curse Element or the Summoning Element, or some kind of Forbidden Magic. However, if Sharjah had Summoned the claw from the book, his best option was to attack her directly!

Sharjah lifted her gaze as the burning hammer came down on her. She hopped nimbly backward, like an agile deer, without any sign of panic.

The book had already closed, but it continued to circle around her. After backing away to a safer distance, Sharjah tapped her finger in the air. The book moved in front of her and opened itself again.

Mo Fan did not show any mercy, either. He used Blink to close in on Sharjah as she was about to read from the book again.

Mo Fan was finally holding a sword this time. He lifted the sword that was formed with Heavenly Flames with two hands and swung it down in a full arc!

“I have a sword in my book too. I hope you like it,” Sharjah did not back away this time. She was smiling confidently.

The book flipped open to another page. It no longer had lines of glowing words, but a drawing of a pitch-black sword instead. Its hilt and tip even extended beyond the corners of the page.

“Magic Sword Tyrfing!” Sharjah called out the name of the sword. The drawing on the page flew out of the book with a great billowing of dark flames, like the flames of a furnace.

The sword engulfed in Heavenly Flames sliced down at Sharjah.

At the same time, Magic Sword Tyrfing hovered horizontally above Sharjah before clashing with Mo Fan’s Flame Sword.

A loud clang followed. Magic Sword Tyrfing was clearly made of metal. The magic glow around it was only an additional effect.

Meanwhile, Mo Fan’s Flame Sword was formed with Elemental Magic. It was no match for a real sword!

The flames on Mo Fan’s Flame Sword scattered across the ground following the clash, but the Magic Sword Tyrfing was still hovering above Sharjah. Its body was engulfed in flames, and it shuddered slightly while emitting a screech, like it was giggling with disdain!

Mo Fan’s sword was completely smashed into pieces, leaving him in awe!

The sword he had formed with Heavenly Flames had broken, just like that!

What exactly was the evil sword that Sharjah had Summoned? Most importantly, it was treating him with contempt, like it was intelligent!

“Teacher, it’s one of the most famous magic swords in the world. It has its own soul and is able to fly around the battlefield to take down enemies on its own. You better watch out!” Sharjah was the same polite student. She did not forget to explain the sword’s background to Mo Fan before attacking him.

The sword moved on its own, just as Sharjah had said! The black blade let out brilliant sparkles and flew at Mo Fan without needing her active control!

It gave Mo Fan a huge fright. He quickly jumped into the air to dodge the sword.

The sword suddenly came to a stop. It let out a strange giggle and went after Mo Fan, defying the laws of physics. Mo Fan had no idea how he could defend himself while he was airborne. He could only use his Telekinesis to form a wall!

Mo Fan had used the same trick to stop a Super Spell before, but the Magic Sword Tyrfing was able to slice through steel like mud. The wall of Telekinesis was nothing but air to it. The sword sliced at Mo Fan’s arm without any resistance.

The tip of the sword left a long bleeding cut from Mo Fan’s elbow to his wrist.

Blood was dripping wildly. If the cut had been just a little deeper, it would have sliced Mo Fan’s bone off like it was just a match!

Mo Fan took a deep breath. His arm was covered in blood, and he felt like it was burning too.

The truth was, Sharjah had gone easy on him. The slash could have severed his right shoulder and arm if she had wanted!