The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 125 The Magic of Light
Although "Rock Fist" Weiss's strength is amazing, he seems a little powerless in front of Makarov's extraordinary body.

When the two fists collided, the rock fist collapsed, and the debris flew everywhere like a small meteor shower, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Makarov didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, he opened his palm, intending to grab Weiss in his grasp.

Faced with such a threat, Weiss refused to give in and shouted, "You are not Tathagata Buddha, and I am not Sun Wukong!"

Weiss roared, and what surged around him was no longer ordinary flames, but balls of roiling black flames, strange and powerful. Even the air was burned and distorted, as if the gates of hell had opened, releasing an ominous breath.

Makarov immediately realized the danger of this fierce fire and did not dare to underestimate it. He quickly adjusted his tactics.

The hand that was originally intended to grab Weiss suddenly withdrew, and instead, a palm was slapped out in the air.

This palm condensed all his life's skills, and brought about a fierce airflow that swept towards the black flames like a tornado, intending to blow away the black fire.

At the same time, this violent force also lifted up a large area of land, and sand, gravel and soil mixed together and flew around, making the entire battlefield even more chaotic.

The battle between the two has entered a white-hot stage, and every move and every style is enough to change the situation.

Makarov's strength and Weiss's wit were fully demonstrated at this moment.

The two stood facing each other, neither daring to be careless.

Even in such a tense confrontation, Makarov had to admit in his heart that the boy in front of him was far more complicated than he had imagined.

[How many kinds of magic does this kid know? ]

Even though he was well prepared, Makarov was still shocked by Weiss's endless tricks.

On the other side, Weiss also secretly admired in his heart

[This old man's skills are totally unlike those of a man in his seventies.]

"Salan!"

With a low shout from Weiss, the ground beneath his feet began to crack as if it had come to life. The moisture in the soil was quickly drawn out by some strange force and turned into tiny grains of sand.

The sand particles continued to gather and expand, and soon, a large area of sand miraculously formed in the center of a dense forest.

A strong wind arose, mixed with flying sand and rocks, and the entire space was shrouded in this sudden storm.

The two men stood facing each other, with surprise but no fear in their eyes. The real contest had just begun.

The wind howled and sand swept across the battlefield like bullets. Makarov protected his eyes with one hand, his vision was blocked so much that he could hardly see what was ahead.

"Humph, you think you can fool me with this little trick? Even with my eyes closed, I can still sense your presence!"

"Oh? Then I'd like to see how you deal with this!" Wes's voice came from the wind.

As soon as he finished speaking, Makarov suddenly felt the ground under his feet sink and his left leg went straight into the sand.

"Quicksand!" He knew something was wrong.

A powerful suction force came from beneath the sand, trying to swallow him whole. His burly figure became a burden, and the quicksand swallowed him bit by bit.

The swarms of scarabs released by Weiss swept over like a dark cloud, densely covering Makarov's entire body, making it look like a thick layer of black gauze.

Each beetle devoured his flesh greedily.

However, Weiss didn't dare to slack off at this moment, "How could this old man be dealt with so easily!"

"boom"

A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from the scarab pile, instantly vaporizing countless scarabs, leaving only a scorched smell in the air. A deep pit suddenly appeared in the sand. The terrifying heat had even melted the sand into a transparent, glassy substance that reflected a golden light.

The figure slowly rising from the deep pit was Makarov who had regained his original appearance. He was still surrounded by brilliant golden light, like the God of War.

"Haha, so naive!"

Makarov's laughter echoed in the air, and then he began to make a series of complex hand seals, "Rain of Light!"

As his gesture was completed, a huge golden magic circle appeared between his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the magic circle continuously fired out dense light arrows like raindrops. Each light arrow carried a powerful attack force and shot rapidly towards Weiss.

Weiss quickly raised his hand, and a wall of sand immediately stood in front of him, but the light arrow penetrated the barrier effortlessly.

"Mirror return!" As soon as Weiss's voice fell, the light arrows that penetrated were rebounded in all directions by an invisible force.

The surrounding trees were easily pierced through, leaving a mess.

Weiss was safe and sound, a pair of huge hands made of sand tightly protecting him in the center.

"The little devil has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

"Each each other."

Weiss responded calmly, and with a flick of his wand, the pair of sand palms swatted towards Makarov like swatting a fly.

"Oh!"

Makarov was agile and easily dodged the attack, but countless hands stretched out from the sand and grabbed him.

Makarov was like a canoe swaying in the rough sea. He was knocked to the ground by a sand palm in a moment of carelessness. Then, countless grains of sand poured down and buried him completely.

Mysterious runes quietly emerged on the surface of the sand, and Weiss planned to seal Makarov completely in one go.

However, as the runes appeared, the ground began to shake violently, not only underfoot, but the entire forest was shaking.

Rays of golden light shot out from the ground, and the light of the seal gradually dissipated.

Makarov's figure emerged from the ground, and powerful magical fluctuations emanated from his body, shattering everything around him.

"Boy, you should be proud of yourself for being able to force this old man to this extent."

Makarov clasped his hands together, preparing to launch the final attack - "Light Explosion".

As he shouted, a huge light wave swept towards Weiss. The terrifying power contained in it even made the air tremble.

Weiss concentrated all his magic power on the wand, and a dazzling white light gradually condensed at the tip of the wand.

As the light wave approached, he pointed his wand forward, and a white light streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading towards Makarov's fatal blow.

The two forces met in the air, and with a loud bang, a dazzling light burst out, and the entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart by this energy.

The dazzling light once overshadowed the sun in the sky, and the huge shock wave razed the entire forest to the ground, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.

The air was filled with smoke and dust, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

"Cough~cough~" Makarov waved his arms to disperse the dust around him, but he did not see Weiss in his sight.

(End of this chapter)