Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 620 The Twin Demon Realms Descend! Rebellion from the Black Factory!
In the Land of Six Towers, inside the White Dragon Tower, Alicia heard from Locke's sect about his participation in the Spell Fighting Tournament, so she asked other wizards to buy her a live stream of the tournament.

Alicia stared at the water hyacinth in front of her, her brows furrowing slightly as she watched the perilous battle between Locke and Antoine.

"I hope Locke can win. But his opponent is also very strong, so Locke may not be able to win."

"But I still hope Locke can win."

The soul of the great wizard Sura looked at the scene above the water hyacinth with disbelief. This was Locke Augustine, who was in the Land of Six Towers three years ago.

Grand Wizard Sura said, "Now, the two wizards in this competition are stronger than I was back then."

"I didn't expect Locke's growth to exceed my expectations."

"At this rate of growth, he should be very close to becoming a second-circle wizard. But Alicia, you're not bad either; you truly deserve to be called a genius of our Plutarch family..."

"Of course, from this perspective, the relationship between you and Locke is indeed a very valuable investment."

"The return on investment will be very high."

"I had high hopes for him back then."

Alicia frowned and remained silent.

……

On ring number 1, Locke frowned. Antoine had changed his fighting style, and the uncomfortable feeling of being spied on was gone.

That previous strategy was exactly what the third-ring wizard had predicted for himself.

That feeling of being a persistent, ever-present leech is truly unbearable.

Antoine's fighting style has completely changed since then, and the fight between the two has become much closer to a head-on confrontation.

Even so, I'm still the one who's at a disadvantage.

Because of the existence of the Wuxiang Bengquan (无想崩拳), Antoine was able to partially break free from his reliance on the naked eye, thus allowing him to dodge his own attacks.

With the magical enhancements of the Power School, his fists and feet became weapons, combining the Crushing Fist and the Hundred-Crack Kick for attacks.

Moreover, he can manipulate eighteen magical iron balls to form a killing array, summon wind and thunder wheels and magical silk threads to launch sneak attacks from the side.

Of course, by making the most of the power of his Demon Eye's perception, he could see all attacks and always dodge them with his high mobility, while simultaneously using the Overlord Fern Spear to launch attacks when the opportunity arose.

Antoine's gaze grew increasingly serious, and his speed increased. At the same time, a pebble shot from his left hand, piercing Locke's left shoulder like a cannonball.

"That speed..." Locke quickly retreated, creating distance between them. The speed of that spell was so fast that even though Locke saw it, he couldn't dodge it.

Locke looked at the bloody hole in his left shoulder. 'It was an alchemical process that strengthened the hardness of ordinary stone, and then used the magic of the Force School to increase the high-speed kinetic energy of the stone.'

Antoine looked at Locke, a rare glint of excitement and seriousness in his eyes, revealing an attitude completely different from before. "Locke, at this speed, even if you could see it, you couldn't dodge it, right?"

"This is the Impulse Catapult Spell, which can convert the time I hold in the stone into kinetic energy. The Power School believes that 'force' is the most fundamental core form of this world, and all things in the world are composed of force."

"Although ordinary power masters probably don't have such a powerful lineage."

Antoine placed a pebble back into his hand.

At the same time, he looked intently at Locke, and the power he had originally intended to hold back was now being unleashed at full strength.

He charged toward Locke, and the instant his fist approached Locke, he suddenly converted the spiritual energy fluctuations into kinetic energy, and in an instant, a wave of air attacked Locke.

The next moment, another Hundred-Crack Kick was unleashed.

Spiritual fluctuations are constantly being transformed into kinetic energy.

At the same time, eighteen iron balls attacked Locke.

Locke's movements slowed down due to his earlier injury. Taking advantage of this, Antoine used the Impulse Ejection Spell to launch the second pebble at Locke's chest. The Impulse Ejection Spell pierced through the Immortal Dragon Scale's defensive layer and injured his abdomen.

Antoine went a step further, standing still with his fist raised, while holding a third pebble in his hand.

They simply continued to besiege Locke using eighteen magical artifacts.

Upon seeing this, Locke repeatedly tried to break through with his Overlord Fern Spear, while simultaneously realizing why the other party was standing still.

“He can use the Mindless Crushing Fist to convert spiritual changes into kinetic energy. He can also use the Impulse Ejection Spell to convert holding time into kinetic energy. In this way, Antoine is accumulating kinetic energy every moment through holding time and spiritual changes. Although I don’t know his upper limit, if he continues to accumulate power, my situation will be very dangerous.”

"Moreover, he can probably use the impulse ejection spell to convert the time he spends charging up into kinetic energy."

Most importantly, Antoine, as a manipulator, can still charge up his power and control eighteen magical artifacts to attack Locke without making contact.

Locke glanced at Antoine, frowning. 'That's a terrifying combination attack. So I can't just attack recklessly and get close to his attack range.'

'But continuing to delay is pointless. What if he manages to transfer all the kinetic energy of his charged attack to that pebble? That would be disastrous.'

'This is forcing me to make a choice.'

Locke looked at Antoine and frowned.

But the most important thing now is to figure out why this guy's total magic pressure is so high.

The opponent's total magical pressure has reached an absurdly high level.

If the opponent's total magical pressure wasn't that high, they wouldn't be able to use this combination of spells.

The Wuxiang Bengquan (无想崩拳) technique seems to consume a lot of magical power.

Moreover, if one's observations are correct, the magical energy accumulation process of the Power School requires the consumption of one's own magical power; it is not a perpetual motion machine.

It still obeys the law of conservation of energy.

Antoine's Unthinking Crushing Fist and Impulse Catapult Spell are so powerful because, like his physical manipulation skills, the core mechanism is the sheer volume of his magical pressure.

"I do have a way to solve this mystery," Locke thought. "For an archaeologist."

……

On the judges' panel, the throne wizard of the Fisher family looked at the Fisher wizard and said, "I didn't expect that Antoine could actually use the Wuxiang Bengquan skillfully. I thought before that he hadn't fully mastered the inheritance of our Senate."

Wizard Fisher exclaimed in surprise, "Actually, before this match, he was also unable to fully master the Wuxiang Bengquan. He never knew why his use of Wuxiang Bengquan was sometimes effective and sometimes not."

"It was probably Locke Augustine, one of the few wizards of his generation who could put pressure on him. So in the battle with him, he completely mastered the Wuxiang Bengquan. But I told Antoine before the match that no matter what, he had to learn to hide his strengths and not show off his excellence."

"After all, there's still the Plane Conquest Tournament. To deal with Locke, he only needed to use either the Impulse Catapult Spell or the Mindless Crushing Fist, but for some reason, he had to expose his trump card and reveal his entire magical heritage."

"And she was so serious about it..."

"This is the first time I've seen him take something so seriously."

Catherine the Witch glanced at them and scoffed disdainfully. "Just look at that child's eyes, and you'll know what he's really thinking. There's no future in hiding like a coward."

"He was actually very happy to be able to truly fight Locke."

Wizard Fisher said awkwardly, "Your Majesty, how can you speak so rudely?"

The throne wizard of the Fischer family scoffed. "You'd better mind your own students, Ekaterina."

"He's about to lose."

Catherine the Witch gave him a cold look. "What, you want to have a match with me too?"

Just as the Fischer family's throne wizard was about to speak, he suddenly frowned and looked in a direction from the Cloud Arena.

The white elephant who had fought Locke yesterday was walking around listlessly, his eyes filled with deep despair, like a walking corpse.

“You geniuses have never known the suffering of us wizards living at the bottom. For a few resources, we have to sell our time and lives, enduring immense magical pollution, all for a tiny bit of resources…” “This arena is where you geniuses make your name, where you wizards climb to the top, but it’s the graveyard of us ‘losers’ who lack talent. White wizards, I am not reconciled!”

The second-circle witcher responsible for guarding him immediately used his witcher earrings to notify most of the witchers to keep an eye on the witcher.

"The wizards of the Twin Demon Realms are behaving very strangely, be careful!"

"However, under our surveillance, there shouldn't be any problems. Keep an eye on all the other suspicious targets we've discovered before as well."

The wizard, who walked with a swaying gait, walked step by step to the front of Arena Number One, muttering indistinctly, "Stealing the sky and changing the sun, calling a deer a horse, the Twin Demon Realms, the Fire Thief will live forever..."

At the same time, his face began to blur.

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

"Whatever the Twin Demon Realms want, they can always get it. White wizards, you exploit us with the system, forcing us into black factories to live for your glamorous lives. Well then, we black wizards will simply overturn your chessboard. If we can't trade, we'll rob; if we can't make money, we'll steal..."

"The Twin Demon Realms are the hope of wizarding civilization..."

Suddenly, a solar eclipse occurred in the sky, as if a dark hand had grabbed the sun and stolen it away.

At the same time, the black wizard's facial features and spirituality all transformed into that of another person.

Meanwhile, traces of magic circles appeared in various locations throughout the Cloud Arena.

One by one, the magical potions hidden in various corners suddenly shattered, and an unusual fragrance spread throughout the entire area.

A card, one side completely black and the other completely white, appeared in the center of the Cloud Arena.

Faced with such a shocking turn of events, the three-ring wizards of Mount Golden Crown all either sneered, remained indifferent, or ignored it, seemingly confident of success.

As the card appeared, a power of the world descended, and the power of the Twin Demon Realms was summoned here through ritual magic.

The world powers of the Wizarding World and the Twin Demon Realms merged, and with both sides possessing third-ring wizards, they automatically merged into a world battlefield, entering the state of the [Demon World War].

……

On arena number 1, Antoine glanced at the sky around him, which had suddenly darkened, and then said to Locke, "Locke, I don't know what happened. It seems like a dark wizard attacked the arena."

"But we're having a great time. Look, we're still on the verge of victory."

"You might lose in the next moment."

"or……"

At that moment, the voice of the Throne Wizard rang out from the Cloud Arena. "All matches are currently suspended. There has been some disturbance, but we will end this temporary demonic war as soon as possible."

"The match is temporarily suspended and will resume after the war ends."

"The live stream will not stop."

Antoine said regretfully, "It's paused. I was just getting into it. In that case, then we'll..."

Locke continued to weave between the eighteen magical weapons with the Tyrant Fern Spear. "It's alright, don't stop. Just keep fighting like this."

Locke's eyes flashed with dragon-like brilliance, brimming with battle lust, and his face contorted with madness. "The Third Ring Throne wizards are here. We don't need to worry about them. Antoine, I won't take advantage of you. Let's continue the fight."

Antoine paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You're certainly an interesting fellow. Alright, I'll finish this fight as soon as possible."

Locke looked at him coldly. "You want to end this quickly? That's what I should be saying."

He took out a porcelain moon from his astral ring.

At this moment, the venue was in chaos. Dark wizards and white wizards were fighting, white wizards were fleeing in a riot, and fire-stealers from the Twin Demon Realms with unclear motives were also present.

Moreover, a solar eclipse occurred, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

But in this darkness, a bright moon emerged, and the swallowed light reappeared.

As the moonlight fell, each of Locke's magical plants was strengthened, and the moon, as smooth and perfect as porcelain, was transformed.

Under the light of the Porcelain Moon, Locke's power was once again comprehensively enhanced.

Antoine was taken aback. "You actually had such a trump card up your sleeve. I originally thought you would use the Peach Blossom Arrow."

A second-circle wizard in the Tower of Transmutation next to Arena 1 stared in astonishment at Locke's Porcelain Moon. For a moment, he even thought it was a powerful spell.

That moon already possessed the rudiments of great magic, embodying Locke's understanding of botany and ecology.

The moon also illuminated the surroundings.

Meanwhile, next to Arena 1, the wizard from the White Elephant Clan looked terrified, for his face had now completely transformed into Shelley, the wizard from Elm Gardens on Mount Golden Crown.

Shelley, bewildered, struggled to break free from the witcher's grasp. "How did I get here? Why are you capturing me?"

Meanwhile, next to Arena 1, Shelley's face was replaced by that of the wizard from the White Elephant Clan.

His face darkened as he stared at Locke and Antoine, who were still locked in combat. "Damn it, these two are too arrogant. They dare to continue fighting during the Demon Realm War!"

"They simply don't take us fire-stealers seriously."

A third-ring wizard dressed in black robes came up behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Heh, Cole, why are you so angry?"

He held a card with one side white and the other black between his palms.

The voice was soft, like a woman's, but it was a man's voice.

Wizard Cole looked at the dark wizard with respect. "Master Thief Wizard, you have arrived. According to your plan, this is the first attempt in our Twin Demon Realms to steal the genius talent of a white wizard."

The Twin Demon Realm's legendary thief wizard extended his slender, jade-like finger. "Thump...thump..."

Those second-ring demon hunters who tried to approach him were horrified to discover that their walking distance had been stolen, and no matter how close they got, they could not advance an inch.

The thief wizard who stole their movement distance left his original spot and appeared before the witch Catherine the next moment.

"It's you again, you thief," said Catherine the Witch impatiently. "What are you planning to steal today?"

"Can the Twin Demon Realms ever stop stealing things for even a day?"

The power stolen by the dark wizards of the Twin Demon Realms originates from the world power of the Twin Demon Realms; all the dark wizards of the Twin Demon Realms are essentially puppets and extensions of that world.

It is extremely harmful.

The side effects are also significant. The Twin Demon Realms routinely replenish their world's power by devouring their own dark wizards, since their world is simply too vast.

If someone is talented enough, they might even be devoured by the greedy Twin Demon Realm before they even get a chance to survive.

Therefore, choosing to become a dark wizard in the Twin Demon Realms is truly choosing a path of self-destruction, even eliminating the possibility of a peaceful retirement.

It's a road of no return.

The Thief Saint Wizard looked at the three Golden Crown Mountain Third Ring Wizards surrounding him and smirked. "Don't look down on stealing. Stealing can balance wealth, letting money from the pockets of the rich fall into the pockets of the poor."

"I prefer to see theft as a form of sharing."

The master thief stood with his hands in his pockets, seemingly unfazed by the pressure. "Perfect timing. I recently discovered a new thieving technique, and I'm just about to put it to the test here."

The Thief Wizard said, "I have discovered a way to use the power of the Twin Demon Realms to steal other people's talents."

Wizard Fisher exclaimed, "Absurd! This is impossible!"

(End of this chapter)