Chapter 17: Battle of Venice Academy

"Eyes of the Rock Demon, Thorn of the Sky!"

Leng Qing looked anxious, his eyes gleaming with a cold, hard brown glow. A large amount of magical sand and dust instantly condensed around An Yuan, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into huge, sharp rock spikes that were about to drown him and turn him into a hornet's nest!

Fengliu informed Anyuan of the danger in advance.

He felt new and novel about the feeling of being a high-level wind mage.

Because the dream master Leng Qing is a powerful wind-type mage, An Yuan seems to have really become a high-level wind-type mage at this time.

No, this American wizard's wind-related skills are even stronger than Leng Qing's.

The six wind wings flapped, and four of them formed a protective barrier in front of him. An Yuan dodged Leng Qing's attack range before the rock spikes were fully formed.

Leng Qing's eyes followed An Yuan's movements, and Yan Ci chased him all the way, but was unable to hurt him at all.

"This American mage seems to be their vice-captain, and he also has the wind domain."

An Yuan shouted: "Wind Realm!"

Suddenly, the wind-type galaxy magic energy surged, and the whistling gale turned into a huge barrier, forming a vortex gale with a range of hundreds of meters.

The veil of wind wrapped around An Yuan's body, and he himself disappeared in the strong wind.

Leng Qing exerted all his strength to fight against the ubiquitous pull of the strong wind. He lost An Yuan's sight, so he gritted his teeth and looked towards the battlefield in the distance, wanting to support his teammates.

However, her magic was unable to intercept the wind field, and the power was constantly blown away by the strong wind along the way, turning into powerless sand and gravel that was sucked into the vortex.

An Yuan, who was hiding, suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This is the deepest emotion of the dreamer Leng Qing at this moment.

An Yuan's existence was like an insurmountable barrier. Leng Qing, who had maximized the functionality of both wind and earth cultivation by relying on his more powerful wind element, was left outside the team, causing coordination to collapse, the lineup to be targeted, and defeat to be inevitable.

The dream before my eyes is nothing but a replay of reality.

An Yuan was thinking about how to break Leng Qing's defenses. He looked at the magician fighting behind him, and suddenly stretched out his hands and shouted loudly:

"Silent Thunder Death Light!"

"careful!"

Leng Qing shouted hurriedly, and An Yuan's figure appeared a hundred meters away. A thick lightning pillar shot out, and the teammates who were running for their lives in the distance were unable to dodge and one of them was seriously injured!
Someone from the Chinese team was eliminated, and his teammates looked at Leng Qing with blaming eyes. The dull audience burst into angry abuse, and the American wizard showed a typical look of sarcasm on his face.

The entire dream was eclipsed. The panic, powerlessness, and anxiety even affected An Yuan, causing him to glance sideways at Leng Qing, who had a tense face and was staring at him with difficulty as he broke through the wind.

'Take this opportunity to break her defenses!'

An Yuan showed a sarcastic smile:

"Leng Qing, give up, you are nothing but trash in front of me!"

"My wind element is stronger than yours. There is no way you can cross my magic and join your teammates. And your strongest earth element can't hurt me at all."

"From now on, you can only watch as I eliminate your teammates one by one!"

"And all this is because of the failure of you, the vice-captain."

"The United States will gain glory by stepping on China, but you have brought shame to the country and made it the laughing stock of the whole world. Your entire team is a sinner to the country! And you, Leng Qing, are the sinner among sinners!"

The dreams were all responding to An Yuan's shouts. The audience threw garbage around in a disorderly and angry manner, creating a noise that was instantly intense and shocking. The insults seemed to overturn the arena!
The teammates supported each other and looked at Leng Qing with hatred, conveying accusations and blame that were as sharp as swords.

The surging malice, in the dream, was like an attack launched by a psychic wizard, raising huge waves and fiercely slamming a small boat on the sea, trying to drown Leng Qing in the endless abyss and make her fall into ruin!
Even An Yuan looked sideways, affected by the shockwaves of sound and emotions, feeling suffocated as if his ugly true face was discovered by Ye Xinxia, ​​Li Lan and the others.

As the one who was being blamed, Leng Qing felt the world around him become distorted. He was trembling as he gritted his teeth, his eyes red but wide open.

She was overwhelmed by extreme guilt and bewilderment. The dream bubble quickly turned pale and fragile, and trembled violently. It was about to collapse, but it was always maintained tightly.

An Yuan came back to his senses from the feeling of suffocation, and seeing Leng Qing struggling to hold on, he couldn't help but admire her strength.

If it were Ye Xinxia, ​​no, if it were thirty-year-old Li Lan, they would definitely break down in such an emotion.

'Give her the final blow.'

An Yuan took a deep breath and pointed at Leng Qing:
"You are a sinner in this country. How dare you show your face before people?"

"You are already a disgrace to the country. You should hide in a dark corner forever, screaming, wailing, licking your wounds, and never come out to embarrass yourself again!" "——"

Tiny cracks appeared in the dream and the noise suddenly disappeared.

Leng Qing stared at An Yuan intently, angry and powerless, while conveying a sense of doubt:
Why does this American speak Chinese so well?

An Yuan's face suddenly changed.

Click, click, click.

Dream is broken.

Along with it, An Yuan's body was also shattered.

……

Outside the Hangzhou University.

In a dark bedroom of an apartment.

Leng Qing opened his bloodshot eyes, clenched his fists, his lips turned pale, and he breathed with great difficulty.

After a while, she wiped her eyes expressionlessly, turned over, curled up, hugged her knees tightly, and fell asleep with her body trembling.

"I had that dream again..."

The exhausted voice seemed to suppress the extremely turbulent emotions, but it eventually turned into a dreamlike murmur and dissipated in the silent darkness.

Leng Qing forced himself to sleep.

……

"Sigh~"

In the bedroom, An Yuan rubbed his head which felt like it had been hit by a hammer, feeling very sorry:
"In the end, he was about to break through the defense, but Leng Qing discovered something unusual and wiped him out in his dream."

"It's worthy of being called the third level dream. This is the normal difficulty. People like Ye Xinxia don't have the ability to think logically or think when they are dreaming."

The strength of the dream depends on the amount of thoughts and spirit.

Therefore, high-quality dreams generally come from people with strong spiritual realm.

For people with strong spiritual realm, dreams are more realistic and more dangerous when abnormalities occur.

At the same time, the dreamer may also have some logic and reflective abilities in the dream.

Once they notice the abnormality in their dreams, just like a normal person realizing they are dreaming, they will wake up immediately, causing everything in the dream to be shattered.

An Yuan will also be wiped out.

On the contrary, the lower the quality of the dream, the more bizarre and strange it tends to be, and An Yuan has a great deal of freedom in it.

Even in colorless dreams, the dreamer has no self-awareness and plays a strange role in the dream, which is even more illogical.

"I failed again. I entered Leng Qing's dream twice, and both times it was the same scene. It seems that the incident was a huge blow to her."

"She is really strong and has strong psychological defenses. She didn't break down at all."

An Yuan helplessly lay on the bed, ready to sleep:
"The exploration failed. I lost some of my spirit and need to rest. It is not advisable to explore the dreamland within a week."

"However, my spiritual fragments will be absorbed by Leng Qing and merged with her spiritual world."

"Although the amount is small, it will make her dreams more tolerant of me during the next dream exploration. After all, there is a part of me in her spirit."

"I guess if she fails a few more times and encounters a situation similar to today, she won't notice anything unusual."

“People are always the most tolerant towards themselves.”

"Of course, it would be best if the next exploration is successful. If the third level dream requires many lives to break through, the dreams of the upper middle level must be advanced before they can be explored."

"Xia is still good."

(End of this chapter)