Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 35: Sudden Feeling and Sharpness

There is no absolute strength or weakness in spells. It depends on how and when you use them.

Baonte had heard this sentence more than once, and there were many similar sentences, and even extreme examples of using spells in non-combat situations to produce amazing effects. For example, a country that was once so powerful that it could stop the three-ring wizards eventually fell apart in a few days because of a simple zero-ring spell, the Sound Illusion.

Baonte learned the art of illusion sound after hearing this story. He carefully tried everything his mentor said, groping to open the splendid door to the world of magic, and like the apprentices around him, tried to enter a wider world of magic.

But in the end, all those attempts were just to confirm the original answer again and again.

He still liked the feeling of being full of power. That was what he was good at and what suited him best, just like the days deep in his memory that he would never forget, the days when he was full of desire for power. That was the time when he was the strongest knight in the cave domain for a hundred years, even though the cave domain was not big. He also admitted that dominating a cave domain was like a small insect swimming at the bottom of a glass of water.

But he still couldn't forget that feeling. It was not that he missed the luxurious and enjoyable life of those years, but he liked that kind of battle, where fists and swords pierced the bodies of underground beasts, instead of using those interesting spells, such as the magic of phantom sound. Interesting spells were the classification in his mind. Although some spells were not very interesting, as long as the spells could not simply and directly satisfy his heart, he would throw them into that category.

The wizard's path is infinite, this is what the mentor said.

And his door doesn't need to be opened so wide.

After he figured this out late one night, it seemed that his meditation efficiency had improved.

The difficult road began to become smooth, and he became a fifth-level wizard apprentice with great success until his mental strength reached its limit.

Just like his fist, and his sword.

Just because he is not keen on those interesting spells doesn't mean he is rigid. The mystery of spells can also be felt from another perspective.

The black claws, which seemed invisible but extremely lethal, clung to each other one by one. There were only seven or eight of them, but they were like a black man-eating monster, rolling over like waves. Every time a claw landed on an ordinary person, it would cause horrific consequences. Broken bones and tendons were just a fantasy. The most likely scenario was that the flesh and blood would be gouged out in an instant and scattered all over the ground.

Baonte stood like a reef, his calm expression making his already tall figure look more imposing as if he had his feet on the earth and his head in the sky.

It was an arrogant attitude that did not take the terrifying spell in front of him seriously, and did not take other wizard apprentices, including those who were at the same level five limit, seriously. This arrogant state appeared in Baonte, but it did not make people feel arrogant and conceited, because he was too calm. Unlike the arrogant and frivolous feeling, his arrogant calmness gave people a sense of heaviness as a mountain.

Baonte knew that many people talked about his tolerance in private conversations. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had never seen those guys at all.

The vision in front of him was very narrow, so narrow that he could only see his own path and the obstacles that blocked his wizarding path. As for those people and things that were not even obstacles, he would forget them in a blink of an eye, or even never take them into consideration. Just like the rumors said that many people had grudges against him, but he could not remember them at all, because he had never thought so. In his opinion, only those who blocked his path could be considered grudges, and everything else was not important.

Only the path to transcendence can be unambiguous.

And now, a fool whose name he would soon forget has reached out to his extraordinary path.

Baonte looked at the smiling man in front of him with a long snake wrapped around him.

"I've always disliked the term 'Ultimate Wizard Apprentice.' It's not about reaching the limit of your mental strength and having a few skilled transformation spells." Baonte raised his hands, and different spell waves flashed through him in an instant, clearing the temporary spell slots in an instant. "The true limit is this... That's why many people don't deserve to call themselves that."

First-level spell: Stone Fist! A pair of fists solid as rock, not only do the fists become like solid rock, but their strength is also greatly increased. This increase in strength does not conflict with the well-known zero-level spells of Great Strength and Bull Strength. This is exactly what Baonte wanted. He had already modified the solidified spell Great Strength to almost completely solve the problem of the weakening of Great Strength and Bull Strength when the spells were cast simultaneously.

The wave of black claws formed by shadows was broken by Baonte's punch, and the fist seemed to be rolling with invisible ripples.

The green mist swirled and spread out in all directions, clearly revealing the figures of the two people in the middle.

The man who had been smiling all the time stopped smiling the moment he recognized the first-level spell.

Several sneak attacks from black claws were simply ignored by Baonte.

The Zero Ring Spell: Air Armor exerted a strength far beyond its normal level on him.

"I can fuse the Lesser Ark Rejection Technique with air armor, and even with my swordsmanship. Even if you also know air armor, you can't stop my stone fist and sword..."

As a fighting knight, he is inherently powerful and skilled in swordsmanship.

Baonte turned his wrist and took out a sharp two-handed sword from his storage bag, and took a step forward.

This was also the first time he moved after standing in front of this person.

"A first-level spell? How can a wizard apprentice cast a first-level spell? And so easily? Do you have the legendary artifact?"

After the man restrained his smile, he did not panic too much, but instead put on an expression full of doubt.

"Do you think this snake will restrict my hands and feet?" Baonte casually swung the sword, and invisible power fluctuated on the sword.

A trace of nervousness finally flashed across the man's face. He slowly stepped back. A dozen black claws composed of shadows gathered around him to form a large claw nearly as tall as a person. At the same time, spells such as air armor began to appear on his body. He flipped his hand and took out a black scroll from the storage bag and held it in his hand.

"As a last word of advice, I offer you my sword as proof," Baonte stared at the retreating man without pressing him. "I don't have any rare items, and that snake has nothing to do with the insect people. What you're doing is doomed to be useless. But you're a little right. That snake is the clue to my quest for a rare item, and..."

"I don't need to be that close to kill you."

Baonte seemed to have found the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time. He took a step forward with the sword in both hands, and as he twisted his waist, the long sword slashed down.

The long sword was extended in the most standard posture, with perfect force and timing of slashing down. Every step was an action engraved in the bones. When the long sword chopped down, the tip of the sword was still a palm's distance away from the retreating man. As the sword slashed down, a resistance force that did not belong to him burst out from the man, and the long snake was pushed away. It no longer tightly wrapped around him in an instant, and the tight snake armor turned into a baggy sleeve robe.

But the man was no longer able to care. A blood mark was appearing on his forehead. The big black claws and various spells could not block the sword. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and part of his body began to slowly slide down from his forehead to the other side of his waist. The snake that was still coiled around his body just loosened up and was not hurt. The sword that seemed to have missed him had already cut him cleanly from the top of his head, leaving only a regular mark, telling of the sharpness of the cut.

(End of this chapter)