86: Chapter 86 Look, your dad's blooming!

Three tornadoes seemed to drift toward him unintentionally, but Dante didn't show the slightest sign of anger.

Smiling, he took a refined steel spear from his storage bag and raised it.

"Charge!"

With a low shout, his figure moved like a thunderclap, charging straight toward the tornadoes.

"Hah!"

The spear tip was wrapped in earthy-yellow magic elements, colliding head-on with the tornadoes and pinning them in place, preventing them from advancing even an inch.

After a moment of stalemate, the tornadoes slowly dissipated.

Using the same method to deal with the other two tornadoes, Dante had no intention of joining the battle; he withdrew his spear and retreated in front of his clansmen.

Glancing at the Adventurer Groups emerging one after another from the wall openings, he got busy: "Stand aside, everyone, and hand over 70% of your treasure chests."

In fact, he didn't even need to remind them; seeing Fritz, shrouded in a Magic Shield, showing off his formidable power, the Adventurers weren't stupid—why would they go over and court death?

They all kept a distance, sticking to the cave walls to watch the spectacle.

"Where did this smoke come from?" an Adventurer asked his companion curiously.

"Probably some magic item."

"Why are they fighting?"

Hearing this, his more experienced companion scoffed: "What else could it be? The magic families in Bala City are quite greedy, demanding 70% of the treasure chests. Some Adventurer Group must have refused, and that's why they started fighting."

This guy still thought there was an Adventurer Group inside the smoke.

"Can they win?"

"Win? That's a High-level Magician. Can any Adventurer Group coming to Bala City have an Adventurer of that level?"

"Doesn't matter." The companion waved his hand, taking off the storage bag from his waist, waiting for the members of the Marvin Magic Family to come and collect it. "Regardless of who wins or loses, we still have to pay what we owe."

"Hey!" The Adventurer patted his companion's shoulder. "Look, that High-level Magician blew the smoke away. God, there's only one person?!"

On this side, although Zhang Mu was throwing smoke bombs non-stop, he still couldn't withstand Fritz's violent tornadoes.

The blue-white smoke was breached by the tornadoes and then forcibly blown away.

Fritz estimated internally that after his seven or eight tornadoes passed, Zhang Mu would surely die, but he couldn't feel happy.

The clansmen in the smoke must have all died, and adding the clansmen beside him who were blown up by the "weird magic item," the elites of the Burg Magic Family were almost completely wiped out.

Fritz tightened his right hand gripping the staff and quietly moved away from the Marvin Magic Family's team.

Get that guy's storage bag and leave Bala City immediately, otherwise Dante will definitely not let me go.

As the person involved, Fritz knew better than anyone how he had bullied Dante over these years.

Although his strength was superior to Dante's, if Dante confronted him head-on and directed his clansmen to use magic to wear him down from the periphery, he would be dragged to his death.

Taking a deep breath to calm his slightly nervous emotions, he walked toward the smoke cloud that was gradually clearing.

But after only a few steps, his foot froze in mid-air.

In the open space with only a few wisps of smoke left, Zhang Mu stood unscathed. Around his feet, the ground was littered with severed limbs, the brown mud stained deep black by blood.

"How, how is this possible?"

Fritz opened his mouth wide, unable to believe how a low-level magician who couldn't even support a Magic Shield could survive under his field-sweeping tornadoes.

The newly resurrected Zhang Mu dusted off his bottom, pulled out an AK47 with a backhand motion, aimed the muzzle at Fritz, and pulled the trigger all the way.

"Da da da —"

Sparks flashed from the muzzle, and the rapid gunfire sent out a series of 7.62mm bullets, leaving ripples on Fritz's Magic Shield.

What kind of magic item is this?

Fritz was deeply confused, while increasing his magic output to the shield.

He couldn't sense the slightest magic fluctuation, but its power was quite good.

These sharp projectiles...

Looking down at the golden bullet casings by his feet, he frowned. With no magic fluctuations, what power was used to throw them?

"Hey! What are you spacing out for?" Zhang Mu put away the AK and whistled at him.

Fritz came back to his senses, his inner rage burning fiercely again: "A very strange magic item, but as long as it cannot break through the Magic Shield, your only ending is death!"

Raising his refined steel-textured staff, he poured magic into the cyan crystal gem at the top, condensing seven or eight tornadoes slightly smaller than the previous ones in front of him.

Fritz glared fiercely. This time, with no smoke obstructing his view, he wanted to see with his own eyes how that guy would dodge his wind.

Watching the tornadoes slowly take shape in front of him, Zhang Mu had no intention of stopping him.

First, he threw two smoke bombs at his feet to prevent himself from being killed by the tornadoes and being seen by the watching Adventurer Groups when he used the resurrection function.

Then, he reached his hand into the storage bag, but actually called up his inventory, pulled out a gatling with the ammunition belt already loaded, unfolded the tripod, and mounted it in front of him.

Half-crouching, his hand on the trigger, Zhang Mu smiled when he saw Fritz making no move to dodge.

This was the reason why he had cleared one AK magazine first, even though he knew the AK couldn't penetrate the Magic Shield.

Magic isn't necessarily more powerful just because it's larger in size.

Casting speed has a certain advantage at the same level, but facing a Magic Shield, rapidly cast low-level magic doesn't have much significance.

This is the common sense of magicians on the Saul Continent.

But for Zhang Mu, or rather, for Blue Star, common sense has another explanation, called — the experience trap.

If a person is blocked by a wall every time he takes a shortcut on his way to work, over time, he will assume it's a dead end and never take it again.

Even if the wall is removed later, without being told, he still won't take that shortcut.

This is called an experience trap.

The AK and the gatling have different appearances, but one can see the shadow of the other in their structures.

Fritz would subconsciously feel that they are the same type of "magic item," and thus, based on the experience that the AK couldn't penetrate the Magic Shield, conclude that the gatling couldn't do anything to him either.

He looked down at the man-eating weapon lying quietly in front of him.

A rotary barrel structure composed of 11 pitch-black barrels, 13mm caliber, with a firing rate of up to 6000 rounds per minute.

Tsk tsk, Zhang Mu shook his head. If this were on Blue Star, using this thing to shoot people would definitely land one in a military court.

But this is the Saul Continent.

Zhang Mu waved his hand at Fritz, who was working hard to gather the tornadoes, and began to taunt him: "Mr. Fritz, I hope I can pick up some of your larger pieces of flesh later. I will use them as fertilizer to grow a pot of beautiful roses and give them to your child when he grows up. When the flowers bloom next spring, I will point to the gorgeous flowers and tell your child: 'Look, your dad has bloomed.'"