The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"What about Duan Hen and Shen Yanxiao?" The crowd squinted their eyes and tried to find the two fighters amidst the glaring flames.

It was the first time in this tournament to have a showdown between Mythological Beasts. Only in such an immersive situation could people truly realize the terrible strength of Mythological Beasts.

The ring used in this tournament clearly had defensive magic cast upon it; still, under the flames of the Redflame Beast and Vermillion Bird, cracking sounds from the ring could be clearly heard.

Evidently, the flames of the two Mythological Beasts had far exceeded the limit that the magical defenses of the ring could handle!

Under such terrible, scorching flames, nevermind human beings, even metal would melt. Surrounded by these flames, what exactly was the condition of Shen Yanxiao and Duan Hen?

Vermillion Bird suddenly soared to the sky and hovered over the ring. On the Vermillion Bird's back, Shen Yanxiao sat firmly.

On top of the ring, Duan Hen was sitting on the back of the Redflame Beast, holding a golden bow in his hand.

Both Mythological Beasts protected their masters from the series of attacks using their own defenses, not allowing them to be devoured by the flames.

"How is she going to fight? Vermillion Bird can fly but Shen Yanxiao is a Warlock. At such a long distance she won’t be able to touch Duan Hen!" No one present was a fool; among the six professions, the best attackers were the Archers and Magicians. If Shen Yanxiao remained in the sky, she might be able to avoid a head-on collision with the Redflame Beast, but it also gave Duan Hen an excellent position to attack from.

At such a distance, the battle between the two Mythological Beasts could continue but there would not be a change in the battle between Duan Hen and Shen Yanxiao.

The Archer's attack range was extremely far. Duan Hen could simply sit on the back of the Redflame Beast and, while relying on the defense of the Redflame Beast to avoid the attacks of Vermillion Bird, he could launch an attack with his bow against Shen Yanxiao on the back of Vermillion Bird.

In contrast, Shen Yanxiao was known to be a Warlock; although she could cast curses in silence, curse techniques required a certain proximity before they could be used on someone. At present, if Shen Yanxiao wanted to cast a curse on Duan Hen, it was impossible. The distance between the two of them had immediately increased the disparity in strength between their two professions.

Moreover, the strength of the Redflame Beast was greater than Vermillion Bird’s. Even if Vermillion Bird could avoid a direct confrontation, in a war of attrition, the Redflame Beast would definitely kill him. At that time, Shen Yanxiao would have to lose.

No matter how one looked at it, Shen Yanxiao would be defeated in this battle.

The people of The Rising Sun City could not help but be covered in cold sweat for Shen Yanxiao. On one side, Nangong Mengmeng was burning with anxiousness.

"What happened to Master? Wasn't she well before? Why won’t she use her summoning technique?" Nangong Mengmeng had been studying curse techniques with Shen Yanxiao; she was naturally aware that Shen Yanxiao had already broken through to a Second Stage Profession. As for what Shen Yanxiao admitted just now, she did not believe that she was, in fact, only a Senior Professional right now.

The faces of the five animals were slightly dignified.

"Little Xiao is truly only a Senior Professional right now." Tang Nazhi knitted his brows and said with some difficulty.

"How is that possible?! Master, she had clearly been promoted to a Second Stage Professional already!" Nangong Mengmeng's eyes widened. She was not willing to believe this fact.

"We don't know. Little Xiao only told us yesterday, but she didn’t give a specific reason." The lazy smile on Qi Xia's face had faded a bit. This match was not very optimistic for Shen Yanxiao. Shen Yanxiao's regression in strength had come too suddenly and they simply did not know what had happened.