Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 303 Combat Techniques of the Permanent Defensive Field

Stanley arrived from afar, transforming into a massive, beast-like vampire. He landed on the ground and instantly activated his permanent defensive force field, the Aberrant Blood Curse.

Stanley's expression shifted several times, his eyes growing serious. A complex, crimson high-level curse spell rapidly expanded outwards from him.

He originally thought that his pursuit of Locke was just a stomp on a noob, a melee between a professional wizard and a wizard apprentice, a complete massacre.

Even an apprentice with the characteristics of a first-ring wizard is still just an apprentice.

But now things have changed.

Wherever the crimson energy defense circle of the Aberrant Blood Curse covered, everything began to deform. Tiny blood vessels grew densely on the surface of the stones, covering them. Even the dust particles in the air began to gather and turn into one fleshy tumor after another.

The so-called Aberration Blood Curse is actually a flesh curse imposed on inanimate and non-flesh-and-blood objects, forcing them to become flesh curses.

Even elemental life forms would be transformed into flesh and blood bodies under the curse of this distorted blood curse.

Moreover, it is a flesh and blood entity filled with negative energy, and even magical energy can transform it into a flesh and blood body.

In this way, a protective circle of curses is formed to protect the person who casts the blood curse.

Therefore, this is a defensive blood curse.

The blood curse spreads by turning those within its protective circle into living beings of flesh and blood. After being enveloped for a long time, they may even gain the ability to reproduce.

Locke frowned slightly as he looked at the aberration curse. As a botanical wizard, he certainly loathed this kind of magic.

He directly deployed his life force field.

The two sides' enduring defensive force fields, centered on the two individuals, began to collide fiercely.

One by one, dust particles in the air were transformed into tumors by Stanley's blood curse, and Locke's life force field annihilated them in the opposite direction, causing these dust particles to explode and disappear one by one.

“How is that possible? Not only has he become a formal wizard, but he also possesses such high magical power.” Stanley took a half step back. “Could his spiritual power have materialized?”

The act of two formal wizards directly competing in a permanent defensive force field is tantamount to a head-on collision, comparing who has higher magical pressure, who has higher mana, and whose defensive magic spell model is more sophisticated.

This is an extremely dangerous head-on confrontation.

Stanley was just an ordinary, formal wizard, and it was impossible for him to go head-to-head with Locke in this state to see whose permanent defensive field was stronger.

Stanley's expression changed drastically. At this moment, Locke's life force field had compressed his mutated blood curse energy circle to only a 1-meter radius around him.

This shows that Locke's magical power is currently completely superior to his, and has completely suppressed him.

Stanley's eyes flashed with jealousy and disbelief. "Even if you've advanced to become a full-fledged wizard, how could your magic power increase so quickly? I've been a full-fledged wizard for over twenty years, but my magic power is still inferior to yours."

"Damn it, we can't go head-to-head with his permanent defensive field." Stanley realized. "He just became a full wizard. Even if his magic power is strong, his spell library must not have many first-level spells."

"In fact, this life force field might be the only thing he knows how to do."

"When I competed with him in a permanent defensive force field, I was simply using my own weaknesses to attack his strengths."

Stanley's eyes flashed with intense jealousy and anger. Sophia the Witch and Locke, these two super geniuses, filled him with envy.

"So what if you're a certified wizard? You don't have any first-level magic in your spell pool. I can still add another first-level wizard to my list of kills today."

Stanley bared his teeth and brandished his claws. He suddenly shrank his permanent defensive field completely, transforming it into an energy membrane that enveloped his entire body, using this form to compensate for his weakness of not being as powerful as Locke.

The highly concentrated, permanent defensive force field gave it the ability to counter Locke's life force field, thus enabling it to operate within Locke's life force field magic, which is essentially an anti-negative energy field.

"You didn't expect that the Permanent Defense Field could shrink to this extent. You've just advanced to a formal wizard, and you don't even know many of the combat skills that a first-ring wizard should know."

Stanley plunged headlong into Locke's life force field crystal wall system. Two force fields rubbed against each other on his body surface, producing energy sparks and even a series of small explosions.

Each small explosion was like a flash of light, gone in an instant.

Stanley transformed into a vampire in its beast form, as tall as a three-story building—the beast form unique to vampire counts—and slammed it down towards Locke.

The Vampire Count possesses physical strength that even the Vampire Baron cannot match.

What flows in his veins is not blood, but cursed energy transformed from a vampire curse. In this state, even his missing right arm will forcibly regenerate a temporary arm.

Locke frowned, and a large blue owl-shaped banana plant sprouted from his back, flying away from the spot. Stanley, in his vampire form, punched a large crater in the spot.

"Hmm? As expected of a first-ring level vampire, his physical strength has reached this level." Locke quickly dodged, while Stanley, in his vampire count form, spread three pairs of bat wings covered with blood-red membranes on his back and immediately chased after Locke.

"Too slow." Stanley, in his vampire count form, had three pairs of blood-red eyes growing from the head of his beast-like body.

Stanley caught up with Locke, clenched his fists together, and slammed them down on Locke's back from above.

'Boom~'

The immense kinetic energy contained in his fists was completely blocked outside the crystal barrier of the life force field half a meter in front of Locke's back, preventing him from advancing any further.

A flicker of doubt crossed Stanley's eyes. 'He barely compressed his permanent defensive field, so why can't I break through it?'

'Could it be that the difference in magical power between us is greater than I imagined?'

Stanley quickly calculated the formula in his mind to determine how much magic pressure Locke was under this situation, and he came to a shocking answer—three thousand!
Stanley's brow twitched.

This means that the spiritual energy of the former first-class wizard apprentice in front of us has indeed been vaporized.

He used to be far ahead of this first-class wizard apprentice in terms of magical skill, but now, it is this former apprentice who is far ahead of him.

Stanley was already considering resigning.

With the constant defensive force field supported by the three thousand magical pressures, and the life force field being such an excellent and perfect defensive magic, he simply didn't have many spells that could break through it.

If the opponent has even a slight understanding of the [compression technique] of a permanent defensive force field, then he has no chance of winning, like a skinny young man trying to duel a strong man.

Even if there is a huge difference in the spell reserves of both sides, the difference will be reversed due to the permanent defensive force field.

Stanley turned and ran away into the distance.

Locke never expected that after realizing he had no way to break through his permanent defensive force field, the other party would be so decisive as to immediately turn around and run away. No wonder he was able to survive the hands of his teacher, the witch Sophia, back then.

Back then, this guy also turned and ran away as soon as he saw the Witch Sophia.

At this moment, Locke activated three ominous mandrake vines, making them visible and binding Stanley to his body, pulling him towards himself.

Locke said, "Stanley, don't run away! Didn't you come here to kill me?"

Stanley, in his beast-like vampire form, turned and roared, "Let me go! You have no offensive magic to break my permanent defensive field, so let's not waste our time."

"You win. We'll call it even."

Locke glanced at the tracking curse spell on his body. He knew that to break the spell, the person who cast the curse would have to die or voluntarily remove it.

But since the other party has no intention of resolving the issue, it means that this guy is just lying. He probably plans to go back and bring reinforcements.

Locke coldly replied, "You want to settle things evenly, but I don't."

"You're staying here."

Stanley shouted, "Let me go! You don't have any offensive magic to break through my permanent defensive field!"

Locke's expression was strange—no, actually, he did have it.

Locke took out a set of potions he had previously bought at the auction—the Emerald Potion, a total of three bottles—from his Astral Ring.

He had previously spent 150,000 magic stones at the auction to buy a large amount of magical resources, including three bottles of Emerald Potions, which were originally just in case, but now they were used.

Stanley saw the three bottles of emerald potions in Locke's hand and immediately understood what Locke was up to. "Damn it, you bunch of insidious potion sellers."

"There's another trick like that!"

The next moment, Locke vaporized the emerald green potion, turning it into mist that enveloped Stanley. He then deployed his life force field, using it to compress Stanley's permanent defensive field. Using the potion-making technique of [Potion Atomization], he injected three sets of emerald green potions into Stanley's permanent defensive field.

(End of this chapter)