Crown of Silence

Chapter 205 Ah!

Soon, Ye Qingxuan could no longer see his distant face, because the soil under his feet also boiled and turned into lava. The lava extended upward along his ankles, and the black crystals extracted from the soil rapidly multiplied, covering his body, making his body more and more sturdy.

On the black rock carapace comparable to steel, the burning red circuits were densely covered, emitting blazing heat continuously, and within five steps, people dared not approach.

But above his head, a cloud condensed out of thin air, and the cloud exuded a biting cold. Occasionally, a cold wind blew, leaving a pale frost mark on the ground.

It was like a demon from hell came to the world, waving fire and frost, shaking the earth and howling the wind.

The other two graduates maintained the melody, their faces pale: obviously, maintaining this frenzied power was about to exceed their control.

Even his teammates stayed away from James, fearing that they would be affected by the frenzied power.

"Are you ready?"

James stepped on the football that had been frozen into a huge ice ball, and showed a ferocious look to the boy:

"Game, start!"

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan only felt a stream of red light rushing towards him!

——

"Saint Liszt's movement: "Mazepa"?"

On the stands, Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, was slightly surprised.

This is a resonant movement created by the saints of the past based on the deeds of the legendary hero Mazepa, which makes the musicians become the masters of the four elements, wielding earth, water, fire and wind, and turning into a destructive machine.

If they really go all out, it is not impossible to turn an entire town into charcoal.

Liszt, Paganini, Chopin.

These three saints who once made outstanding contributions to the change faction are collectively called the Three Change Heroes in the classics.

In history, they were separated by a hundred years, and not all of them were musicians who specialized in variation, but they laid the foundation and path for the variation school with their own theories, and their music theory and style had a deep impact on the entire variation school.

Liszt, who specialized in variation, directly adapted many scores into the format of the variation school, making its destructive power and violence even higher.

He immersed himself in the variation school throughout his life, and his attainments in piano were unparalleled in the world. After his death, he was welcomed into the Holy City and transformed into a holy spirit. To avoid his name, he was called the King of the Fierce Wind, the Creator and Destroyer.

It was this score that made the Variation School known as the school of ‘battlefield musicians’.

But soon, Ludwig reacted:

“I didn’t expect it. It’s really scary to be young. I didn’t expect that the Variation School’s ‘division of labor and synchronization’ technology has become so mature?”

He had already seen that this movement was not the original version of “Mazeppa”, but an adaptation that lowered the rank and usage requirements.

After all, that world-famous symphonic poem is a resonant-level movement, and is known for its heavy burden on musicians.

It is obvious that the adapter has downgraded the original movement to the level of musicians, and in order to reduce the difficulty, it has been divided into three, with three musicians playing in unison at the same time to jointly bear the huge pressure brought by the movement.

And this movement derived from his work also directly points to the power of his "transformation incarnation" back then. Almost at the moment of forming the effect, the ether on the entire court has changed wildly.

In the observation of the ether ball, a faint ether vortex was formed on the court, and a huge undercurrent was spreading around, involving everything in chaos.

Ludwig put away the ether ball and nodded slowly: "It is worthy of being a school that exhausts the theory of change. Although it is just an adaptation, Mr. Yegor's attainments in the school of change can be seen."

"Thank you, thank you."

Yegor nodded reservedly and smiled softly. Although the adaptation of this movement was not his masterpiece, it also made him look proud.

But at the other end of the stands, someone laughed softly, causing Yegor to frown slightly.

The uninvited blond man sat next to the principal, his face hidden in the shadow, just staring at the court, gloating when he saw Ye Qingxuan was about to get into trouble.

"Hehe, that kid is in trouble."

He murmured softly, not knowing who he was talking about.

——

In just a moment, the wind and fire rushed in.

It was like a stream of light rushing forward, leaving a burning scorch mark wherever it passed.

Driving the fire and storm, waving the frost, James had passed by Ye Qingxuan in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously wanted to intercept the ball, but James just glanced at him and waved his hand from a distance.

The burning wind rose with the pressure of that palm, and a dark red stream of fire emerged out of thin air and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan.

The huge air pressure roared and vibrated like a cannon barrel. The high temperature contained in the storm airflow brought a scorching heat that was enough to burn the lungs.

Even if a piece of iron plate blocked his way, it would be instantly burned red by the burning wind.

Obviously, James held back and did not kill him completely, but he was not gentle either. If this burning wind hit him, he would probably be sent to the emergency room in an instant.

In an instant, the running boy only had time to raise his hands to protect his head and face. Then, he felt a sharp pain in front of him, and was involuntarily flipped over, rolled in the air, fell to the ground, and started coughing violently.

Soon, he was stunned, looking at his intact limbs: it seemed that he had nothing to do except being overturned.

In the distance, James, who had already rushed to the midfield, retracted his sight, snorted coldly, and looked at the stool brother next to the goal.

It was this guy who seized the moment just now and deconstructed most of his Burning Wind. But the stool brother looked at the smiling man next to him in astonishment.

——Charles.

In that moment just now, he and I made a move at the same time, no, he even made a move earlier than me.

I focused on dissolving the Burning Wind, but he directly made a move on Ye Qingxuan's body, and in a flick of his fingers, he played several notes like flowing clouds and water.

First, the air pressure changed, blurring the "haze" of Ye Qingxuan's outline, and then the light was distorted, causing James to lose the "bubble" and "light" of the target in an instant.

Then, Ye Qingxuan's best mirror was used, creating a target beside him to attract firepower, which took up most of the force on his behalf.

Just as the burning wind was coming, another frost ray shone on Ye Qingxuan, neutralizing the scorching heat in the burning wind.

Finally, it was the merciless "qi", the first expanding air pressure lifted Ye Qingxuan up, avoiding the impact of the aftermath of the burning wind.

In a moment of attack and defense, the power of the burning wind did not hit Ye Qingxuan at all.

The miserable state of Ye Qingxuan being blown away was caused by Charles himself...

"What's wrong?"

Charles noticed his gaze and showed a "shy" smile, "Are you shocked, surprised, and want to praise me? Come on, hero..."

Brother Bench didn't want to pay attention to him instantly.

He now had to be fully alert to meet James's attack - that guy was the real tricky problem.

After gathering the strength of all his teammates, the guy turned into the prototype of a giant of destruction, charging forward on the field, and completely destroyed dozens of barriers he had set up.

Whether it was the stone wall rising from the ground or the spear array formed by frost, they were all destroyed without a trace, leaving only a pile of debris.

Amid the cheers of the Transformation Academy, James charged forward on the field, unstoppable.

Well, if the slender figure in front of him is not counted...

Wait, there is someone else in front?

Charles was stunned, and soon he reacted, his face suddenly changed:

"Bai Xi?"

Damn it!

In the middle of the field, right in front of James, Bai Xi stood there blankly, as if he had not yet reacted, staring blankly at the flames coming towards him.

He didn't have time to speak, and ran towards Bai Xi, but it was too late.

Outside the stadium, someone in the audience had already made an unbearable exclamation: Although many people have mixed praises for Ye Qingxuan's position, most of them praised this pretty and lovely girl.

However, in the past few months since the start of school, although Ye Qingxuan has been in the limelight, Bai Xi has not had anything to do with it. When more people see her, they see her walking the dog and stepping on flowers.

In front of the burning light of the flowing fire, Bai Xi's figure was reflected incomparably small, like a reflection in the water.

The next moment, it would be crushed easily.

James looked at the vaguely confused face, and his heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't help but slow down his pace.

Simply, just let it go.

The flames spewing from his body turned into a storm shield that was relatively harmless, and he was determined to blow the little girl away.

But in the storm that was enough to roll up boulders, Bai Xi did not move at all, as if she had taken root under her feet.

It was just that the inappropriate skirt on her body was blown and rustled, like white petals blooming in the strong wind.

James' expression became regretful, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to watch what happened next:

"What a pity."

Bang!

In an instant, the two figures collided. The storm and the raging fire set off a torrent, burning the grass within a few meters. The flames and frost intertwined and turned into a thick fog, engulfing their figures.

It was completely different from what was expected that Bai Xi would fly backwards and break bones.

There was a stunned silence in the audience.

Bang!

There was another loud noise, and a shocked scream came from the thick fog... Did that sound like James?

But in the stands, Yegor stood up in astonishment, looking at the field blankly.

Others couldn't understand, but he saw it clearly:

At that moment, he saw the little girl in the white skirt retreat a step and stand firm.

Then, he made a punching gesture, facing the charging James, and made a clear sound:

"Ah!"