Chapter 0065: Despicable

Below, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong were delighted to see their son dodge Du Fei’s attack from the Hill family’s young man.
Huang Xiong glanced at Du Rosso’s displeased expression across the stage and said smugly, “Brother Du, is your son a peak-level fourth-tier mage? I don’t think so. How can he even miss his target? Maybe he didn’t wake up properly today!”
Zhao Rong also smiled beside him.
Du Rosso looked grim, while Eya and Orell, sitting in the center of the podium, frowned as well. The situation seemed to be changing. They had thought the outcome of this duel was already decided, but now, seeing Huang Long’s swift movements, they grew anxious.
The reactions among the crowd were mixed. On the stage, Du Fei stared at Huang Long with a mix of unease, disbelief, anger, and fear—because he hadn’t been able to see clearly what Huang Long had done to dodge his attack.
How had that young man from the Huang family dodged his attack just now?
Seeing Huang Long’s calm expression, Du Fei, though outwardly fierce, shouted, “You’re just acting tough! I don’t believe you can really dodge my attack!” With that, he clenched his hand again and recited another magic spell.
Channeling all his magical energy, Du Fei unleashed his most powerful spell at the moment—a fourth-tier wind magic, “Light of Wind Blades”! Among intermediate spells, it possessed considerable power and destructive force, even comparable to a fifth-tier fire magic.
As soon as Du Fei finished chanting, “Light of Wind Blades” took shape. On the arena, wind blades howled, creating gusts of cold wind and flashing lights—far more intense than the effect of his first third-tier wind magic.
Dozens of wind blades, the size of a baby’s arm, surrounded Huang Long from all sides, instantly trapping him.
After using “Light of Wind Blades,” Du Fei’s face turned pale. Using this powerful fourth-tier wind magic at full strength was still quite taxing for him, given his peak fourth-tier strength.
However, seeing those wind blades instantly encircle the young man from the Huang family, a hint of joy appeared on Du Fei’s pale face. His efforts hadn’t been in vain—this time, he would finally deal a decisive blow to him.
“Hehe, little bear of the Huang family, let’s see if you can survive this time!” Du Fei sneered.
Below, Du Rosso beamed with joy. This time, the young man from the Huang family would surely not escape!
Third-tier was just third-tier—against his son’s peak fourth-tier strength, there was not even a chance to resist.

“Brother Huang, hehe, I’m sorry. Fei made a mistake and didn’t expect it to cause such a big scene,” Duoluoqi said, looking at Huang Xiong with a smug expression.
“If you had interceded for me earlier, maybe you could have changed your son’s fate. But now, alas, it’s too late!” Duoluo sighed deeply.
At Duoluo’s tone and expression, Huang Xiong snorted coldly. Like Zhao Rong beside him, though he pretended not to worry, his face showed extreme anxiety.
Although his son had managed to dodge the opponent’s third-level magic earlier, now the opponent was using the powerful fourth-level magic “Light of Wind Blades.” Could his son still avoid it?
Ou Lai’er and Eya, sitting on the podium, also felt relieved.
Seeing Huang Xiong and the others’ expressions, Duoluo grinned triumphantly. Then he turned to look at the stage and suddenly opened his mouth in shock.
Because Huang Long, that boy from the Huang family, was still standing unharmed on the stage.
On the stage, just as before, Du Fei could hardly believe it as he stared at the spot where Huang Long had stood. The boy from the Huang family had disappeared again. Then he saw his father below, pointing urgently at his back. Understanding his father’s meaning, Du Fei was terrified. He quickly turned around and saw the boy from the Huang family staring at him coldly.
“If they had attacked earlier…” Thinking of that outcome, Du Fei broke into cold sweat. Although the opponent was only a third-level mage, he was an expert in both lightning and metal magic. It was easy to imagine that he could seriously injure Du Fei even without any defense.
Damn it! What was going on? After being shocked, Du Fei grew angry at the opponent’s terrifying movement skills. Dodging his magic attacks twice was no coincidence.
If his attacks continued to fail, he could imagine what would happen next.
Du Fei’s expression changed as he stared at Huang Long.
Did he really have to use that magic scroll?
Huang Long used his mental connection to read the opponent’s thoughts. With a cold laugh, he said, “Kid, it’s my turn now!” Then, in an instant, Huang Long appeared in front of the opponent. Before Du Fei could react, a flame emerged from Huang Long’s finger. With a light touch, Du Fei seemed to be struck by immense force, bending over in pain, his eyes bulging and his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
Then, with a gentle push from Huang Long’s palm, a burst of thunderous light flashed out.

Du Fei let out a scream as he was flung backward, falling to the corner of the arena where he lay, groaning in pain.
Silence reigned throughout the scene!
No one could process what was happening—how could a magic spell at the peak of level four be instantly sent flying by a third-level magician?
What on earth was going on?
If it weren’t for Du Fei’s agonized groans still echoing in everyone’s ears, they wouldn’t have believed what they saw.
Du Luos, Oulair, and Eya all had varied expressions, but their faces were grim. In contrast, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong beamed with joy.
Their son truly hadn’t disappointed them.
Huang Xiong could tell that Du Fei, after taking that hit, no longer had the strength to fight back.
What he hadn’t expected, however, was that his son could cast magic instantly!
Yes, instant magic! Without reciting spells, he could instantly gather magical elements—Huang Long’s finger flame and the thunderous sound of his palm bomb were clearly visible to everyone there.
Was this what his son meant by “relying on something”?
And then there was his movement style—seemingly ordinary, yet it allowed him to dodge his opponent’s attacks twice. It was truly mysterious.
Huang Long slowly walked toward Du Fei, who was lying on the ground.
Instant magic wasn’t something to hide; if others knew, so be it.
As for his movement style, it was just ordinary—slightly faster, but nothing special. He wasn’t afraid others would notice anything.
It was still a third-level magic. He believed that aside from Du Fei, no one knew that flame wasn’t ordinary but actually the Triple Flame.
One could tell the pain of the Triple Flame from Du Fei, who was lying on the ground screaming in agony like a pig being slaughtered.
As for the pain of the Thunder Palm, it was no less severe.
As Huang Long approached, Du Fei struggled to stand up, trembling in pain, and roared with a fierce expression, “Little Bear of the Huang family, I’ll make you die!” Then he took out a magic scroll from his chest.
When everyone saw Du Fei pull out the magic scroll, their expressions changed. Some high-level magicians, sensing the elemental power within it, exclaimed, “A level-nine wind magic scroll!”
After that outburst, everyone immediately understood what had happened.
“That’s despicable! Breaking the rules by using a magic scroll!”
Curses filled the air.
Amidst the furious accusations, Du Fei tore open the seal of the magic scroll with a fierce look on his face.