While Lin Xin was being forced by Li Xin into an intense battle, Long Haochen was also receiving two guests.

“Hello, Holy Knight Captain.” When Long Haochen opened the door, the guests outside were already respectfully saluting him. It was Tan Wan and Xuan Yuan Yan.

Tan Wan looked as usual, but Xuan Yuan Yan seemed a little embarrassed, lowering his head slightly, unwilling to meet Long Haochen’s eyes.

Long Haochen looked at them in surprise, “What brings you two here…”

Tan Wan no longer had the arrogance and coldness from their previous meeting, and smiled: “May we come in and talk?”

“Please.” Long Haochen stepped aside, inviting the two into the room. He was still wearing his Adamantine Foundation Armor, and to conceal his identity, he rarely removed the armor even when practicing alone in his room. Fortunately, the Adamantine Foundation Armor was very comfortable to wear and did not cause any discomfort.

“Holy Knight Captain, we are here to apologize to you. What happened that day was my fault, and also, thank you for your help to Jialing Pass, I’m sorry.” As she spoke, Tan Wan bowed very respectfully to Long Haochen. This was no longer a mage’s etiquette, but a great courtesy among peers.

Xuan Yuan Yan also saluted beside her, but his movements seemed a little reluctant.

After the battle that day, Long Haochen was summoned again by the Hall Master of the Mage Temple, Li Zhengzhi. No one knew what they said, but shortly after, the Mage Temple issued an announcement, publicizing the heroic deeds of the Knight Temple’s acting Holy Knight Captain, Adamantine Twelve, and stating that the Mage Temple would always remember this deep friendship.

Long Haochen smiled slightly and said, “You two don’t have to be like this. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just hope that in the near future, the relationship between the Mage Temple and the Knight Temple can be improved, and then I will need your strong support.”

Tan Wan did not respond to his words, but changed the subject and said: “Holy Knight Captain, I heard you are leaving?”

Long Haochen nodded, “Jialing Pass is as solid as a rock, and I still have to visit other temples. I will leave early tomorrow morning.”

Tan Wan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: “Holy Knight Captain, I have a request.”

Long Haochen was slightly taken aback, “Please speak.”

Tan Wan said: “I hope to challenge you, one-on-one. Without using any weapons or equipment, just relying on my own ability. I know that my cultivation is far from comparable to yours, but I really want to know how big the gap between us is.”

Speaking of this, she seemed afraid that Long Haochen would misunderstand, and then said: “Since I became a mage, I have been trying my best to cultivate, taking my teacher as my goal, hoping to become a strong person like my teacher in the future, fighting for the alliance, fighting for mankind, and completely eliminating the demons. I just hope that you can become another goal for me to chase. I just want to ask you for advice purely, and there is no other meaning.”

Long Haochen thought for a moment, then said: “Okay. In that case, please find a quiet place, Captain Tan. And, there should be no spectators.”

“Okay.” Tan Wan seemed to understand Long Haochen’s concerns, and agreed immediately.

Xuan Yuan Yan wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

Long Haochen did not notify Han Yu and Cai’er, and came to a wide door on the fourth floor of the Mage Temple under the leadership of Tan Wan and Xuan Yuan Yan.

Tan Wan said to Xuan Yuan Yan: “Wait for me here.”

Xuan Yuan Yan suddenly looked at Long Haochen pleadingly. Long Haochen said apologetically: “Captain Xuan Yuan will understand my difficulties later. Captain Tan, please.”

Tan Wan pushed the door open and walked in with Long Haochen.

This was a spacious training ground, circular, without a viewing platform, and about fifty meters in diameter. For a mage’s attack range, this place was not very large.

“This is the place where the temple conducts tests. With Xuan Yuan guarding outside, no one will interfere with us.” As she spoke, Tan Wan turned her wrist, and the magic staff in her palm disappeared out of thin air. Then, she pulled open her front and took off the mage robe with extremely strong magic fluctuations and put it into her storage ring, revealing a green dress inside.

Today, she proposed this challenge to Long Haochen because she wanted to see how big the real gap between herself and Long Haochen was. When Long Haochen used the Prayer of Light to block the Descent of Hell that day, the shock to her was too strong. With her eyesight, she could naturally see that Long Haochen was activating an artifact at that time.

In Tan Wan’s heart, she was still a little unconvinced. If he didn’t use artifacts and epic equipment like the Adamantine Foundation Armor, how much stronger would he be than me? She wanted to know the answer very much. Long Haochen and the others were leaving soon, and Tan Wan couldn’t restrain her curiosity, so she finally approached Long Haochen. The reason why she expressed her apology first was because she didn’t want to affect her state of mind in this challenge.

Long Haochen said: “Captain Tan, after this sparring is over, no matter win or lose, I have a request, and I hope to get your help.”

Tan Wan was stunned for a moment, “What request?”

Long Haochen smiled slightly, “I’ll tell you after the competition is over.”

“Okay.” As Tan Wan spoke, she walked straight to one side of the training ground.

Without wearing equipment, knights would be at a disadvantage compared to mages, because knights not only have equipment, but also mounts. Without using either, their cultivation would be greatly weakened. But for mages, not using equipment would have a simpler impact. But Tan Wan was obviously unwilling to take advantage of Long Haochen, so she chose a training ground with a diameter of only fifty meters, which was detrimental to mages. With this ebb and flow, the weakening of both sides was proportionally similar.

Golden light flowed, and the Adamantine Foundation Armor on Long Haochen’s body receded like water waves. He also didn’t release any of his heavy swords, facing her in a combat suit. At the same time, he also retreated to the edge of the training ground opposite Tan Wan.
Looking at Long Haochen’s young and handsome appearance, Tan Wan couldn’t help but be a little distracted. Handsome men didn’t have much of an impact on her; she had long since stopped having too many thoughts about romance. Improving her cultivation was her goal. Therefore, she was only shocked by Long Haochen’s age. Even though it was the second time she had seen him, the shock hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

“High Saint Knight Commander, I’m going to start,” Tan Wan said in a deep voice.

“Please.”

A pair of cyan spiritual wings almost instantly emerged from Tan Wan’s back. Then, she pointed her right hand at Long Haochen, and dozens of cyan wind blades shot towards Long Haochen like flying knives. Each of these wind blades had its own trajectory, some straight, some curved, and some even circumventing from the side, almost sealing off all possible escape routes for Long Haochen.

Long Haochen put his hands behind his back and took a step forward with his left foot. Then, his body suddenly swayed with a strange rhythm.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff…” A series of spiritual power collision sounds continued to ring out. In that dazzling cyan light, Long Haochen walked out calmly with his hands behind his back. That’s right, he walked out. From beginning to end, he didn’t release any spiritual power or launch a counterattack.

As the attacker, Tan Wan felt the most clearly. Long Haochen used a strange footwork. With a seemingly slow but actually fast speed, he always avoided the attacks of the wind blades at the last moment, and could always cause two wind blades to collide and dissolve on their own. This process seemed simple, but Tan Wan was amazed by the control of the body, the judgment, and the speed. It was the first time she knew that someone could evade her wind blades in such a way.

Of course, as the direct disciple of a wind elementalist, her attack was only just beginning. As Long Haochen walked out of the wind blades, Tan Wan continued to chant spells while shooting out balls of cyan light from her fingertips. Those cyan lights turned into small tornadoes about a foot high in the air and floated towards Long Haochen.

A total of twelve small tornadoes filled the entire trial field with strange wailing sounds. They flew towards Long Haochen at different speeds, and the rich wind element in the air became even more violent.

A one-on-one battle between a mage and a knight cannot be won by using the most powerful magic. It requires the most suitable magic. The twelve tornadoes that Tan Wan cast seemed the same on the outside, but their actual power was completely different. Each small tornado was equivalent to a sixth-tier magic. After casting these twelve tornadoes, her pretty face was also pale. After all, this was without any magical equipment assistance. With her seventh-tier mid-stage cultivation, she had already tried her best.

Among these tornadoes, some rotated clockwise, some counterclockwise, and some were chaotic. Each one was different. Moreover, once one of them exploded, the other tornadoes would be instantly attracted and would descend on the enemy almost at the same time. In terms of single magic, these twelve small tornadoes could form a compound magic. If its power was fully unleashed, it would be comparable to the power of an eighth-tier group magic.

Long Haochen’s forward pace stopped. The twelve tornadoes swept in from different directions.

He raised his right hand, and a white light spread out from his palm, turning into a heavy sword about four feet long. Then, Long Haochen actually closed his eyes. He stepped forward with his left foot, and the heavy sword in his hand, entirely condensed from spiritual power, slowly slashed out.

Condensing spirit into armor? No, Long Haochen’s cultivation hadn’t reached that point yet. He couldn’t release spiritual armor in this way. Therefore, what he held in his hand was actually a skill, Holy Sword.

The power of the Holy Sword released with the hand as the hilt would obviously be limited in many ways. However, with the blessing of Long Haochen’s pure light element, it looked no different from a real light-attribute heavy sword.

His slash looked light and slow, and although it still hit the first tornado to arrive, Tan Wan’s face in the distance already showed a hint of triumph.

No matter how strong you are, as long as you touch one of my tornadoes, my tornado formation will be activated instantly. I want to see how you, without any defensive equipment, will resist my eighth-tier magic?

However, the triumph on Tan Wan’s face only lasted for a moment, and then turned into astonishment.

With a sword cutting into the tornado, Long Haochen didn’t cause the tornado to explode. It looked as if the tornado, full of powerful cutting force, had become an extension of his arm, directly lifted up by the swing of his arm.

Long Haochen’s aura also disappeared. At this moment, he had completely integrated into the surrounding wind elements, so that the other eleven tornadoes only rotated around his body without attacking him.

His right arm trembled slightly, and Long Haochen’s body made a shaking motion. Then, the tornado at the end of his arm turned into specks of cyan light and dissipated in the air.

The Holy Sword was still there. The first tornado disappeared, and the other eleven tornadoes were immediately sensed, all attacking Long Haochen in the center. At this moment, Long Haochen’s slow-moving body suddenly sped up. The Holy Sword in his hand continuously thrust out eleven swords at the last moment.

The eleven tornadoes almost stopped in mid-air one after another. The next moment, they all turned into specks of cyan light and disappeared.

With a flash of his figure, he crossed tens of meters in one step, and Long Haochen had already arrived in front of Tan Wan.

Almost subconsciously, Tan Wan raised her arms and punched Long Haochen with both fists. Cyan light surrounded her hands, and the speed of her punches was quite fast. It was actually the way of martial arts.

Long Haochen wasn’t surprised by her attack at all, but he didn’t resist it. He just let Tan Wan’s fists hit his chest.
“Thump, thump,” two muffled sounds, but Long Haochen remained still as a mountain. Tan Wan only felt that the wind-elemental spiritual power she had gathered in her hands was immediately dissolved by a strange vibration the moment it struck Long Haochen’s body. It couldn’t penetrate his body at all. Long Haochen didn’t release any counter-force, he just stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, staring at her intently.

Lowering her hands, Tan Wan looked at Long Haochen in a daze, “I lost.” These three words were really difficult for her to say, but she had to admit her defeat.

She could clearly feel that Long Haochen’s cultivation was far, far higher than hers, not just in spiritual power, but also in combat experience, overall comprehension, and skill usage. She and he were not on the same level.

Long Haochen took two steps back, widening the distance between himself and Tan Wan. “Your magic just now was very strong. If I hadn’t specifically studied air frequency vibration, it would have been very difficult to resist.”

Tan Wan smiled wryly, “You don’t need to comfort me, losing is losing. This is the gap between you and me. However, I have two questions. First, how did you break my Tornado Array? Second, you seem to already know that I know martial arts. But only the teacher knows this secret, not even Lin Xin. Did the teacher tell you? That’s impossible!”

(To be continued)

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