A silver streak flew from Leylin’s hand onto Bosain’s face.
Shock filled Bosain’s face, but a layer of liquid metal automatically formed a mask, protecting his face.
*Ka-Cha!* The silver light skid against the mask, emitting sparks.
“A pity that it’s a magic artifact with instantaneous defensive capabilities!”
Leylin looked at Bosain who was retreating, his face showed a hint of regret and disappointment.
“You… You were pretending earlier!” Bosain touched his face which had already swollen, and his expression began to contort.
“Such a boring illusory spell! I was not afraid of it when I was a level 2 acolyte!”
Leylin smiled brightly, “This look suits you very well! Like a pig head!”
“You’re seeking death!”
Bosain’s face was flushed from anger; the liquid metal crept and covered his whole body, forming a silver armour.
His eyes were a little bloodshot as he brandished his longsword and charged towards Leylin.
“I want to pluck each and every tendon from your body, you useless trash who only knows Potioneering!”
“Oh really?”
Leylin frowned. A black longbow appeared in his hands and a frost arrow was shot.
*Sssii!* Bosain did not dodge nor hide, letting the arrow land on his body.
The frost arrow was blocked by the silver armour and turned into a white mist that covered the surface of Bosain’s armour.
Suffering from its effect, Bosain’s speed had lowered somewhat.
“I have been watching you all along — all the potions in your bag should have been fully used up, am I right?” Bosain smiled maliciously, directly rushing at Leylin.
“An accurate guess!”
Leylin’s smile did not waver, which suddenly made Bosain feel a bad premonition.
“It is unfortunate, but my trump card is not related to potions!”
“Fallen Star Pendant! Activate!”
Along with Leylin’s command, a layer of silver-grey light radiated from his body.
This layer seemed like starlight, dim but sturdy and unwavering. It covered Leylin’s body forming a silver-grey armour all over him. On the surface of this armour, a few gems were flickering.
*Bang!*
Bosain struck with his longsword, but he was blocked directly and grabbed by Leylin’s right hand, which was covered by the armour. Following which, Leylin viciously punched Bosain’s face!
*Ka-Cha!*
The mask on Bosain’s face dented inwards and he immediately spat out several teeth as he flew backwards with a look of disbelief on his face.
“As expected using fists to hit someone feels the best!”
Leylin narrows his eyes and spoke with some satisfaction.
*Hua La La!* Bosain crashed into a few empty bookshelves and they toppled over him. Numerous decomposing wooden boards buried Bosain within the rubble.
*Bang!* The wooden boards were blasted away. Once again Bosain stood before Leylin with his bright silver armour.
“I have underestimated you! A defensive type magic artifact! You are actually the one amongst us with the most secrets!”
Bosain’s face now was extremely solemn. However, with two swollen lumps on both sides of his face, Leylin felt like laughing when he saw him.
“Too much nonsensical stuff has been said!”
Leylin’s muscles bulged and he clashed with Bosain.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*