บท 415: The Challenge from the Weakest

Translated by XephiZ            Edited by Aelryinth

"The challenge begins now!" Wei Rong declared without listening to Bai Mei's advice.

The crowd immediately cheered. They enjoyed watching bustling scenes. Besides, Mo Fan had infuriated half of them. They wished they could take Zhang Youhe's place so they could beat all Mo Fan's teeth out.

Zhang Youhe's smile became brighter. He began to draw the Stars while mocking Mo Fan's stupidity with a carefree tone. The Stars swiftly formed a Star Pattern.

Unfortunately, the smile on his face froze when he was halfway finished with casting the Spell.

"How fast… how could this guy's casting speed be so fast!" Zhang Youhe was stunned. His eyes were fixed on the flames engulfing Mo Fan.

Hot flames burned around Mo Fan, turning him into a fiery demon. The scorching heat spread to the surroundings with him as the center, sweeping at everyone's face.