"Sorry, we didn't prepare any new dishes for sale this morning, and the tasting has ended. We'll officially start selling tofu pudding tonight." Mai Ge smiled and shook his head, he hadn't soaked the soybeans that morning.
"Oh, I see. Then I'll just have to come back tonight." Pu Luo Er was a little disappointed, but knowing Mai Ge's temperament, he was a man of his word, and there was no point in saying anything more.
The other customers also secretly noted this down, preparing to come early that evening to queue up and try this mysterious new product.
"Daddy, look! The giant dragon is moving!" Just as everyone was chatting, Amy suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
Yulian took five steps forward. The drifting snowflakes had turned into a blizzard, and the howling wind raged within a radius of one hundred meters, piling up a thick layer of snow on the ground.
Crassus, standing a hundred feet away, was surrounded by dryness. All the wind and snow would automatically part when they reached him, as if there was an invisible barrier that completely shielded him within a meter of his body.
A flame seemed to rise from the tall mage staff in his hand, its fiery red light appearing somewhat scorching, like a warm ray of light amidst the blizzard.
The giant frost dragon had fully materialized. With a flap of its wings, the blizzard intensified, and three small whirlwinds appeared beneath its wings, rapidly spinning and growing stronger.
"Yulian, more than ten years have passed, and it seems you haven't improved at all." Crassus looked at the giant frost dragon in mid-air, not in a hurry to attack.
"You're getting older and older." Yulian retorted, brandishing his magic wand and shouting, "Savory tofu pudding is the only true way! You heretic who eats sweet tofu pudding, prepare to die!"
The giant frost dragon in mid-air let out a roar, opened its huge mouth and spat out three sharp ice spikes. After the ice spikes flew out, they multiplied into three, then into nine, and in the blink of an eye, they had become twenty seven half meter long ice spikes, which shot down towards Crassus like a barrage of arrows.
"You savory tofu pudding idiot, today I'll show you what authentic tofu pudding is!" Crassus's expression turned serious, and he raised his mage's staff, creating a massive fireball a meter in diameter that directly met the incoming ice spikes. The two exploded in mid-air the instant they collided, shattering almost all twenty seven ice spikes simultaneously. Half of them were vaporized, while the rest shattered and fell to the ground as broken ice.
Hearing this conversation, the guests now completely believed Mai Ge's words; these two really were fighting over the taste of tofu pudding.
"Wow, Grandpa Half Beard really knows fireball spell, and it looks so powerful! It even explodes!" Amy exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Little Amy, do you want to learn?" Mai Ge asked Amy with a smile. The choice was now in his hands so he could choose what Amy liked.
"Yes, I want to." Amy nodded, her eyes full of anticipation. However, her gaze then fell on the giant dragon in the sky, and she hesitated slightly. "But Grandpa Turtle Shell's giant dragon is so powerful! If Little Amy could also conjure a giant dragon, could I ride on it and fly?"
"Do you want to learn that?" Mai Ge asked, suppressing a smile. In terms of the wonder of magic, Yulian's ice magic was indeed more interesting than Crassus's simple and brutal fireball spell. It was more entertaining and visually appealing, and would definitely be more popular with children.
"Yes." Amy thought seriously for a moment and nodded.
"In that case…" Mai Ge looked at the two of them not far away, lost in thought. He hadn't expected Amy to want to learn both of them; this was a problem.
Crassus, who had shattered the countless ice spikes with a fireball, did not wait for the giant frost dragon to attack again. Instead, he turned his gaze to Yulian, who was a hundred meters away, and sneered, "Even a real giant dragon can't stop me, so how could your fake giant dragon possibly stop me? Today, let's settle our old scores too."
As soon as he finished speaking, strange silver-white runes appeared on his legs. With a blur, he charged towards Yulian.
"Hmph!" Yulian remained calm, waving his magic wand forward. Thick ice walls appeared in front of Crassus, attempting to block his advance.
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, the first ice wall turned into a shower of ice shards under the mage's staff. Immediately afterward, a series of shattering sounds rang out, almost forming a single sound. Crassus's figure almost turned into a blur as he charged towards Yulian, turning all the ice walls that blocked his way into ice shards under the mage's staff.
From beginning to end, the mage's staff emitted not a single magical fluctuation. Crassus held it as if it was a fire poker, smashing it all the way, making him seem, for a moment, more like a powerful knight than a mage.
"In that case, who will win in the end?" someone asked curiously.
"I think the black-robed mage will win. That's a giant frost dragon! He summoned such a terrifying being; his power must be absolutely terrifying!"
"I think Lord Crassus will win. He's a mage respected by the royal family of the Los Empire; his strength shouldn't be underestimated!"
This question quickly sparked a debate among the guests standing at the door.
"Lord Crassus, please be victorious! Let's vindicate the Sweet Party!" Yabemia clenched her small fists, praying silently.
Although she felt a slight affinity for the giant frost dragon, but she had no intention of compromising on her principles regarding the taste of the tofu pudding.
"This must be what they call a melee mage, right?" Mai Ge raised an eyebrow. No matter how glorious the battle records were, nothing compared to witnessing this scene firsthand. A mage with such terrifying speed and strength—he was practically a knight whose talents were wasted on magic.
"Wow, Grandpa Half Beard is amazing! Daddy, I want to learn that!" Amy exclaimed, her mouth agape.
"Hmm?" Yulian tilted his ear slightly, heard Amy's words, his expression turned cold, pointed his magic wand at Crassus, and the giant frost dragon in mid-air flapped its wings and flew straight down, its ferocious head opening its mouth to bite Crassus.
"That bite will kill someone!"
Someone whispered. Some timid people closed their eyes, unable to watch any longer.
"If you come down, you will die." Crassus looked at the ferocious dragon head without the slightest fear. He took a step forward and leaped three meters high, gripping one end of the mage's staff with both hands, and slammed it down hard on the head of the giant frost dragon.