Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 619 The Supreme Eye Demon's Indulgence and the Name of the Eye Demon Wizard!
A burst of light erupted on the arena. The wizard in charge of the referee snapped his fingers, and a protective spell enveloped the area, sealing all the light bursts within the arena without affecting their power in the slightest.

Antoine and Locke emerged from the burst of light and quickly retreated, standing at opposite ends of the ring.

Antoine's outermost magical garment was now torn, revealing an expensive magical garment underneath woven from Titan gold thread. Judging from its material, it was clearly the work of a master craftsman, not just the work of the magic weavers at Boniface University, but also the masterpiece of the most renowned magic weavers in the Three Swamps.

It was thanks to this magical garment that Antoine survived the burst of light unscathed. However, the outermost layer of his magical garment, which served as his wizard's robe, was severely damaged.

Although Antoine had been attacked before, such as when he faced the Preston Witch, he had suffered some fatal blows, but he used a substitute witch porcelain to transfer the damage. However, the substitute witch porcelain took a long time to make and was expensive, so he did not replenish it for the time being.

In that battle, he also revealed some of his trump cards.

This is the first time Antoine has appeared in such tattered clothes during a magical combat tournament.

Antoine's eyes revealed a hint of impatience.

At this moment, the chains of creation surrounding him were forcibly revealed because the prophetic magic was no longer covering them.

The chains covered the entire arena.

It was precisely the existence of these chains that allowed him to completely control the situation.

Antoine sneered, “Everything in this world should be mine, everything should exist around me, I was born holy, I was born great, the sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, and all things should revolve around me.”

"Locke, all your efforts have amounted to nothing but ruining one of my magic robes. How laughable."

The next moment, Antoine manipulated six daggers, each shimmering with a different colored magical light, each one powerful and potent.

One dagger after another, manipulated by the chains of creation, hurtled toward Locke along complex trajectories.

But the next moment, the demonic eye on Locke's forehead spun rapidly. With the enhancement of the power of the Eye Demon, the Three-Eyed Tiger Cat's demonic eye was enhanced to the maximum extent. In addition, the Creation Chains were forced to manifest at this moment, so Locke directly used the demonic eye to observe all the opponent's attack trajectories.

Locke summoned a Deep Abyss Devourer, Sea Gold Sand, and used Golden Sand Torrent. Instantly, streams of golden spore powder transformed into a sandstorm that collided with the six daggers. At the same time, the golden spore powder quickly combined to form six small golden sand coffins.

This is a sand-cast sacred coffin.

Antoine paused, taken aback. 'Even without the concealment of prophetic magic, my chains of creation are so complex, so unpredictable; compared to the average wizard wielding magical artifacts, they are far more powerful and versatile, not simpler.'

'It's that demonic eye. That demonic eye predicted all my attacks.'

'He never had such keen insight before; did he acquire it recently?'

Under the control of the Creation Chains, the two Wind and Thunder Wheels suddenly emerged from behind Locke at an incredible angle, attacking his back.

Locke merely glanced back at the demonic eye on his forehead, and instantly a golden hand materialized behind him, grabbing the two soul artifacts that attacked from behind.

Just as Locke was about to repeat the process and seal the two magical artifacts, Antoine used the Voidwalking Necklace to teleport to Locke's side, thrusting his wizard sword toward Locke's chest.

Moreover, a thin wire, as thin as a hair, swept through the air and headed towards Locke's neck.

Faced with these attacks, Locke summoned the second Overlord Devourer, Sea Gold Sand, and used the Flowing Gold Fern Spear to block the wizard's sword in the opponent's hand.

At the same time, his magic eye blinked again, locking onto the almost invisible, optically invisible silk-like magical artifact in mid-air, which also possessed the optical invisibility of the enchanting school.

Locke leaned back, narrowly avoiding the thread.

"You actually managed to dodge that. Not bad." Antoine frowned.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his ultimate move as a manipulator.

Eighteen iron balls, shaped like peach pits, flew out from his sleeves and flew towards his face.

This is a set of magical artifacts specifically designed for telekinetic masters. They must be used in combination to unleash their full power. Each iron ball contains a portion of the magic array; when used together, they can summon the power of the combined magic array.

However, if used separately, it may not be as effective as a single magical artifact.

In other words, ordinary wizards would find this magical artifact to be very ineffective.

They might feel that it's not as good as a regular magic weapon.

Eighteen magical artifacts hurtled toward Locke's face at a very short distance. Locke immediately sensed the danger. The eighteen magical artifact iron balls were arranged in three groups of three, and two groups of two, for a total of three pairs.

This created a special number combination of three and six.

Each of these magical iron balls possesses immense power, made from meteorite iron found in the core of a planet by alchemists, and enhanced with enchantment magic. They are so heavy that a mere graze will cause injury, and a single touch will result in death.

When combined, a special effect occurs, manifesting numerous phantoms, like a massive storm, engulfing Locke's head.

All the spores and powder summoned by the torrent of gold sand were blown away in an instant.

Despite the danger, Locke felt incredibly fortunate. His eyes turned into golden dragon pupils, and a maniacal smile appeared on his face. His intense fighting spirit caused his blood to throb.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Antoine was taken aback, momentarily unsure which wizard was more arrogant.

This was the first time he had ever met a wizard who was even more insane and domineering than himself.

Locke took out a bottle of potion from his Astral Ring; it was the Eye of the Tyrant potion, and he drank it down.

Under the abyssal spirituality activated by the Eye of the Tyrant.

Locke activated the Demon Eye on his forehead to its maximum, and at the same time, he added abyssal energy to his demonic pressure, which slammed into the soul barrier in an instant. Instead of increasing his demonic pressure, it continued to leak away.

But the demonic eye on Locke's forehead became even more powerful. Amidst the layers of illusions, his demonic eye seemed to see through all the illusions and the true trajectory of the eighteen magical iron balls.

At the same time, Locke quickly retreated, used plant mimicry to dodge the first wave of attacks, and flew into the sky, constantly dodging all attacks.

Above the wizarding world, a colossal, supreme beholder floated in the air. "Madman. If I were to intervene, I could simply repeat my old trick, and he would lose the match."

The Supreme Eye Demon said, "That's not right. The Supreme Eye Demon cannot help another wizard win. Abyss demons can only kill wizards, not help them."

"He anticipated this, knowing I wouldn't stop him. Very well, then let you fight with the insight of our Eye Demon clan..."

"Our Abyss Demon Clan's power is quite useful, isn't it? Hahahaha... Those who are addicted to power will ultimately belong to that power, hahahaha..."

The figure of the Supreme Eye Demon began to drift away from the wizarding world, no longer sensing Locke's spirit after he had drunk the Tyrant's Eye potion.

On Arena Number 1, Locke's innate magical eye on his forehead, with its incredible insight, saw through the illusions of all the magical iron balls, saw their trajectories, and dodged them all.

Antoine, meanwhile, was below, fully manipulating all the magical iron balls.

"That's impossible. Even a second-ring wizard could only break my iron ball killing formation through brute force. Eighteen iron balls, combined with magic to form illusions, create hundreds of illusions; combined with my manipulation, the variations are endless and the speed is incredible."

'Isn't that guy's specialty using sea ginseng?'

'How can there be such a powerful Mystic Eye?'

'Grandfather guessed wrong? No, it's not Grandfather's fault; it's that this wizard has improved too much in this competition.'

The spectators next to ring number 1 watched the match in astonishment.

The host, a wizard, excitedly provided commentary. "The level of this match is completely on par with the top-tier Grand League of Magical Combat. I even felt like I was watching the grand finale of the Grand League's championship!"

"fantastic!"

"Antoine is actually a manipulator, and he can manipulate eighteen iron balls simultaneously! Locke Augustine possesses a natural magical eye; his magical eye can completely perceive the trajectory of all eighteen iron balls!"

"The fight between the two men showcased the skill level of our Golden Crown Mountain!"

Next to Arena 1, a number of wizards were discussing something.

"Those eighteen iron balls are clearly the work of a telekinetic master. And a perfectly legitimate combination of telekinetic artifacts at that. Antoine, this is the first time you've openly revealed yourself as a telekinetic master. The skill with which you manipulate those artifacts is truly genius-level..."

"His manipulation skills are indeed genius among geniuses. Many second-ring level object manipulators are at this level. He just lacks basic ability data on his panel. But have you noticed Locke's terrifying insight?"

"Yes, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to dodge those magical weapons at all. If I were hit even once, I would be under continuous attack and would immediately lose the match."

A wizard from the Southeast Corner said in a low voice, "I think I may have heard of this wizard's reputation before. I was a wizarding instructor in a large wizarding organization in the Southeast Corner back then, and he should have been an apprentice at the time. But at that time, he was already known as the Eye Demon Wizard by the dark wizards."

"Unexpectedly, when we met again in Yunze Wetland, he was already a researcher at the Advanced Institute of True Knowledge, while I was just a wizard from a minor wizarding organization."

"But today's battle made me understand what a bewitching wizard is."

Many wizards who looked into Locke's magic eyes had the illusion that everything about them could be seen through.

They were horrified by this.

The second-circle wizard of the Tower of Transformation looked at Antoine and Locke, and the two second-circle wizards smiled at each other.

"Locke's insight is indeed remarkable. However, it seems that he gradually learned how to use his eye technique during the competition."

"Eye Demon Wizard... that's a pretty good nickname. To have such a nickname at the first stage is truly impressive."

Another second-circle wizard said, "Such insight is truly rare. I have never seen anything like it in my life."

Meanwhile, on Arena Number One, Antoine relentlessly unleashed a barrage of attacks on Locke using his magical artifacts in saturation mode. 'Grandfather said Locke's fighting style is to observe first, then react, and finally find the opponent's weakness. He's methodical and cautious, therefore afraid of sudden attacks, fighting like an assassin.'

'Grandfather is right, he is a third-ring wizard. But the problem is, he can't possibly live to see Locke grow up.'

'Locke has grown so much in battle.'

With such keen insight, he's become incredibly difficult to approach using assassin-style fighting techniques.

Antoine's eyes darted around; he was experiencing such immense pressure for the first time in his life.

Moreover, because it was the first time in his life that he had revealed his true abilities in front of others, Antoine had a special feeling, which seemed to be a feeling of competition.

A feeling of proving oneself.

Fisher, a third-circle wizard, his elder, spoke in Antoine's ears. 'People like us don't need the respect of others. Show your best self to yourself and your worst to others. It saves us a lot of trouble.'

But at this moment, the savagery in Antoine's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

He has already sacrificed too much for the Senate.

Reputation and character are all for the purpose of cooperating with the Senate to launch a surprise attack today.

Was his entire life dedicated to serving that commercial street worth billions of magic stones?
is it?

Does he really not need competitors, does he really not need a reputation?

Antoine looked up at Locke, trying to find something in his opponent.

Meanwhile, his eyes kept scanning for Locke's figure.

Locke's movement speed was too fast; what couldn't keep up was his eyes, as a manipulator.

This means that although he can manipulate the Iron Ball Killing Formation to attack Locke with incredible speed and power, the speed becomes redundant due to insufficient visual perception.

The next moment, Locke's figure suddenly disappeared from mid-air.

Locke appeared behind him. "I'm telling you, even if you used the Eagle Eye spell from the Enchanting School on yourself, your eyes should be quite tired by now."

"Isn't it?"

'How is this possible!' Antoine's pupils dilated, and he instinctively turned around, thrusting his wizard's sword at Locke. But the next moment, he realized that he had only struck an illusion.

He moved his fingers and flicked a strand of magical silk towards Locke, whom he caught a glimpse of out of the corner of his eye. However, he discovered that the silk still managed to cut through the illusion.

The next moment, Antoine discovered that Locke was surrounded by eight afterimages.

Eight afterimages circled around him, while the Great Azure Leaf Dragon Sparrow behind him, the top-tier flying magical plant in the ring, was playing a significant role.

But most importantly, there was that mesmerizing, demonic eye on Locke's forehead.

“Insight is key,” Locke’s voice came through to Antoine. “My insight is superior to yours.”

“Antoine, you can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake. So even if you’re a manipulator, it’s useless.”

On the judges' panel, Wizard Fisher stood up abruptly. He hadn't expected that Locke would use a potion to unleash the full potential of his Magic Eye during the battle.

Throughout his journey, Locke has consistently used abyss-type potions to enhance his mental strength, especially after the last Tyrant's Eye, when he even directly devoured a Tyrant's Eye Demon.

And this power has now transformed into his insight.

That insight is a manipulator's worst nightmare.

Wizard Fisher looked grim, not because he was worried that Antoine would lose.

It was only because they were worried that Antoine would reveal too many of his trump cards in this competition that the real battle could be fought in the Dimensional Conquest Competition, which was the highest honor for the younger generation of Yunze Wetland.

It's a battle against top universities.

Rather than a battle between geniuses from these third-rate schools, or an internal civil war within Golden Crown Mountain.

Most importantly, Antoine has a special physical condition, and if this continues, he doesn't know what will happen.

On the judging panel, the few ordinary third-ring wizards from the academic committee who came to watch the competition were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up with surprise.

They never expected Locke to give them such a big surprise.

Originally, it was thought to be a last resort, but who knew that Locke would actually push the secret weapon created by the Senate to this point before even using the Holy Dragon's legacy.

Although Antoine never used the Senate's legacy.

A third-ring wizard from the academic committee whispered, "Perhaps Locke really does have a chance to win."

Another member of the academic committee, a Sun-ring wizard, wore a puzzled expression. "If he wins, and our academic committee hasn't really trained him much? Isn't something amiss?"

At this moment, a third-ringed throne wizard from the Senate, who was sitting on the judges' panel and watching the final results of the spell-fighting tournament, glanced at him and then whispered, "Wizard Augustine is indeed a very excellent wizard. When participating in the Plane Conquest Tournament, we can have him serve as Antoine's deputy and represent our Golden Crown Mountain in the battle."

He won't win.

Catherine the Witch's gaze fell upon the Fisher family's true backer, the Third Ring Throne Wizard, her eyes revealing contempt. "Antoine is more suitable as a second-in-command. Given his personality..."

The two were on the verge of exchanging blows, their eyes blazing with fury.

On Arena 1, Locke summoned two Abyss Devourer Sea Gold Sands, used the Flowing Gold Fern Spear, and simultaneously used [Twin Branches] to fuse the two Flowing Gold Fern Spears together.

Then, he used a stream of Mysterious Power stored in the Clover Ring to empower the Fern Spear.

Immediately afterwards, this terrifying Overlord Fern Spear (Abyss Enhanced Version) pierced Antoine's chest directly amidst Locke's high-speed movement.

The next moment, Antoine's Titan Gold Silk Magic Cloak clashed violently with the Overlord Fern Spear.

A series of magical lightning bolts appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Antoine was sent flying backward, a hole pierced through his chest, from which a large amount of blood flowed out.

Antoine fell to the ground.

"You've really angered me, Locke."

“I have never suffered such a loss before.” Antoine got up and watched as Locke’s Overlord Fern Spear pierced him. His pupils contracted slightly, and he closed his eyes, entering a state of [thoughtlessness].

'Do not think, keep your spirit in a state of emptiness, let your own spirit change with the spiritual changes around you. Then, see the fluctuations within those changes, and then my palm will be able to destroy the most powerful force in the world.'

Then, he grasped the Overlord Fern Spear in one hand.

To be precise, he didn't catch Locke's Overlord Fern Spear, but at the very moment he touched the Overlord Fern Spear with his palm, his own spiritual fluctuations suddenly resonated with the Overlord Fern Spear's spiritual fluctuations in a way that Locke couldn't understand.

Then, all the energy contained in his Overlord Fern Spear was hidden and not released, and was actually grasped by a fleshy palm.

Antoine spat out a mouthful of blood. Clearly, using this special power magic meant he was taking on enormous magical risks, as well as enduring immense physical stress.

This resulted in the Overlord Fern Spear not harming him, but he paid a certain price for the spell.

Antoine exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and looked at Locke, saying, "I just wanted to try it out, but I didn't expect that I would actually be able to use the [Unthinking Crushing Fist]."

“Locke, you’ve made me reveal my true colors in front of others for the first time. You’ve annoyed me. I really do believe that everything in this world should revolve around me, that I am the master of this world.”

“So…” Antoine looked at Locke seriously. “As the first opponent who has put so much pressure on me, made me feel challenged, and made me want to prove myself, I will defeat you. I will completely deny your existence and confirm in my heart that my life can still follow the same rules as before.”

Antoine took a stone from his astral ring and held it in his hand.

At the same time, he kicked Locke with the power magic [Hundred-Crack Kick]!
His legs and feet transformed into a hundred afterimages in an instant, with powerful kinetic energy contained within them.

Locke's demonic eye on his forehead spun rapidly, finding the true trajectory of his opponent's attack amidst the rapid kicks. At the same time, he swung his Overlord Fern Spear, breaking the opponent's attempt to neutralize the power of his Overlord Fern Spear on a spiritual level by altering the spiritual fluctuations.

'The magic of the Force School is a branch of magic that directly manipulates kinetic energy, potential energy, and momentum. It can distort inertia, gravity, and elasticity. I see. He hadn't used Force School magic against me before. But I'm also wondering where he got such a large amount of magical pressure.'

'All the magic he uses is based on an immense amount of magical pressure. An ordinary wizard casting spells like that would have long since given up due to exhaustion!'

Antoine closed his eyes and attacked Locke with eighteen iron balls and magic silk artifacts. At the same time, he used the characteristics of the Mindless Crushing Fist to detect the way spiritual changes occurred, preventing Locke from launching a sudden attack.

He used this method to engage Locke in a prolonged battle.

He even used the characteristics of the Wuxiang Bengquan (无想崩拳) to suppress the Demon Eye, temporarily putting Locke at a disadvantage.

　The author was recently in a car accident. He's okay, the car needs minor repairs, but nothing else is wrong. So, with a lot going on, he can only update two chapters a day for now, totaling 10,000 words daily.

　　It was mostly an accident. It's already quite good that we didn't lose any points.

　　Because of some other things I've been dealing with lately, I can only update with 10,000 words these next two days.

　　Thank you for reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)