Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 622 Winning the Championship and the Demon Realm's Retreat
Antoine poured all the immense magical pressure borrowed from his past life's spirituality into this arrow, creating the most powerful attack spell model within the first-circle power magic: the Vector Bow!
Locke looked at the exaggeratedly massive magical pressure and the exquisitely crafted spell model of the Power Bow, and sighed slightly.

The opponent possesses the energy to concentrate all their power at a single point.

At this moment, the opponent poured all his demonic pressure, all his spiritual fluctuations, and all his accumulated time energy into a single arrow. At the same time, all his chains of creation entered this bow, condensing all his power.

Locke felt himself bound by the chains of creation, unable to escape the attack of this arrow.

'This is the last one.' Locke thought to himself, looking at Antoine, 'But he can combine the power of his two major systems into one spell, transforming it into the most terrifying offensive magic. Do I have that ability?'

Locke looked at the Peach Bow Thorn Arrow in his hand, frowned, and seemed to be thinking about what to do.

This is truly somewhat disheartening.

Even though they had fought to the very end, they discovered that there was still a gap between them and their opponent.

As a reincarnation of a third-ring wizard, the other party had to start all over again, but had indeed gone much further than himself on the path of great magic.

At this moment, the No. 1 arena was covered with cracks and seemed unable to withstand the force.

The second-ring wizard who was continuing to preside over the competition was completely dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had ever learned that Antoine was actually the reincarnation of a third-circle wizard. He had kept it hidden for so long!
Suddenly, Antoine's previously unappealing image in his mind transformed into one of unfathomable mystery.

At the same time, the Senate and the Academic Committee automatically blocked the second-circle dark wizards to prevent them from getting close.

Upon witnessing this terrifying scene, even the first-ring dark wizards dared not provoke the wrath, and no one dared to approach Arena Number 1 anymore.

The referee wizard looked at Locke. 'Having fought this far, this wizard seems to have no other options.'

'After all, he was the reincarnation of a third-ring wizard; though he lost, he was still honorable.'

The two second-ring wizards from the Tower of Transformation who had been keeping a close eye on Locke sighed. "After all, he's a third-ring wizard reincarnated; there's really nothing we can do about it."

Meanwhile, Wizard Mike, standing beside the arena, fought two dark wizards from the Twin Demon Realms while shouting towards arena number 1, "Locke! Go for it, you can win!"

The Preston witch looked at him in surprise; she was currently transformed into a white dragon and fighting seven dark wizards.

"Win? That's the reincarnation of a third-ring wizard. Even if he has to start all over again, he's become even stronger, stronger than a first-ring wizard of the past. You want him to win against someone like that!"

On Arena 1, Locke gripped the Peach Bow Thorn Arrow, concentrating all his magical pressure on it. He couldn't concentrate all his power into one point like Antoine.

So do what you can do.

Behind Locke appeared a forest sanctuary, which transformed into an ecosystem, possessing the magic of an entire forest. He then channeled the magic of the entire forest into the Peach Bow Thorn Arrow.

At the same time, Locke also poured the power of Mister's Force and all of his Abyssal Magic Pressure into this arrow.

At the same time, the ferocious beast panel was temporarily opened.

A hint of surprise flashed in Antoine's eyes. A purple ring automatically flew out from his astral ring and landed on Locke's right little finger.

Locke glanced at it and realized it was an illusion ring, capable of concealing certain aspects of one's appearance.

Locke looked at Antoine and frowned. He was currently unable to fully unify his various powers. Although the Peach Arch Thorn Arrow had been infused with power from multiple sources and strengthened by the growth of the Porcelain Moon, too much of its power was still scattered outside.

Would the two win in a collision?

Antoine looked at Locke and said, "I didn't expect that even after all this, you could still increase your magical pressure and still have a trump card."

He released the arrow, and the next moment, the Vector Bow shot towards Locke, while Locke also released the peach wood bow, and a jujube arrow shot towards him.

The two collided in mid-air.

Vector Arrow and Great Sun Arrow.

The mechanistic school and the botanical school!
The two force fields collided in mid-air, and the intensity of their spiritual clash was astounding.

But soon, Locke's Great Sun Arrow began to crumble, while the Power Arrow began to move toward Locke.

Locke sighed softly. Had he lost after all?

It doesn't matter, just do your best.

The key is to learn from this battle and from our respectable opponent; victory is certainly welcome, but defeat is also acceptable.

Meanwhile, above Mount Golden Crown, the Thief Saint Wizard confronted the three wizards of Mount Golden Crown alone. Just as he was about to open his palm and aim the elastic storm at Mount Golden Crown, the witch Catherine suddenly looked at him coldly.

"Master Thief, I've had enough of your tricks."

"If you want to steal, I'll let you steal as much as you want! You can steal my ultimate magic too. It's yours."

The witch Catherine raised the Beast Tide Ecological Spell, and instantly a peach tree flew towards the Thief Saint Wizard, landing in his hands.

The next moment, a spiritual organ on the back of the Thief Saint Wizard—the Twin Siphon Organs bestowed upon the wizards who submitted to him by the Twin Demon Realm—exploded.

The Thief Wizard cried out in pain.

Unexpectedly, the witch Catherine sent over her ultimate magic directly. The Twin Siphon Spirit Organs are the core of the Demon Realm's stealing magic, and even his Twin Siphon Spirit Organs could not possibly withstand the ultimate magic of two Third Ring Wizards at the same time.

The witch Catherine's act of directly bestowing upon him her immense power undoubtedly caught him completely off guard.

Clearly, Catherine the Witch had considered how to defeat his thieving magic during her previous battles with him.

But later, the witch Catherine thought and thought, but couldn't come up with a way to counter it. Her final solution was to research how to forcibly send her immense magic to the other party in an instant.

Catherine appeared behind him, and the Thief Wizard's pupils suddenly shrank.

"How does my ultimate magic taste?"

"You must be very happy, thief! Am I generous enough?"

The thief wizard couldn't dodge in time, and his left arm was torn off by the witch Catherine.

A large amount of blood splattered.

The Thief Saint Wizard realized that before the witch Catherine gave him her ultimate magic, it had been undergoing some kind of charging process, so it currently possessed enormous magical energy, even more powerful than her normal ultimate magic.

The Thief Saint Wizard was pale, clearly not expecting such a scheme against him.

Instead of racking their brains to figure out how to prevent him from stealing their magic, they didn't think about how to stop his hands from stealing their magic during battle.

Instead, she directly... gave him the magic!
The elastic storm in the Thief Wizard's hand flew back to the Fisher Wizard's hand automatically. The Fisher Wizard quickly withdrew his great magic and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Thief Saint Wizard, looking at the inescapable beast tide ecosystem, smiled. "Generous witch."

“Catherine the Witch, you are indeed extraordinary.” Catherine looked at him coldly. “I let you in only to see what you’re up to.”

"To determine whether there is any danger in the actual war in the demon realm."

“Master Thief, you are indeed very dangerous. So, now I'm going to kill you. You won't be able to steal anything here; you're going to die here.”

The thief wizard's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a wisp of spirit appear behind the witch Catherine...

That's Crown Magic!

In ancient times, only those who possessed crown magic wizards could be called monarchs, possessing a power unique to rulers.

But later.

After the Truth Descends event, magic was returned to the world, and all wizards, as long as they were capable, were no longer restricted from learning crown magic.

In the past, the Crown Magic allowed each owner to suppress wizards in a small magical field of that world... an entire era!
What is the crown? It is unmatched by anyone, above all wizards!

The thief wizard felt a bitter taste in his mouth. 'This is bad. I underestimated Catherine. This woman… she's too dangerous.'

The master thief carefully observed the arrangements and discovered that the witch Catherine had indeed taken precautions in advance, and her control over the academic committee and her influence over Mount Golden Crown seemed to have increased further.

Even a cunning thief like him immediately realized that the witch Catherine had used his attack as a stepping stone.

It became the ladder she climbed to gain power.

The legendary thief wizard gave a wry smile. "Give first, then receive?"

……

On ring number 1, Antoine frowned as he realized his body was breaking down in the final moments.

"Using the 'Unthinking Crushing Fist' put too much pressure on my body. And all power-based magic has the problem of the body having to bear a huge cost during casting."

Antoine frowned. 'My total magical pressure is indeed staggering, but this body can't keep up. Damn it… I can't afford the casting cost of Vector Arrow…'

The next moment, Locke had already accepted defeat, but then he saw his Peach Bow Thorn Arrow pierce through the opponent's Vector Arrow.

In an instant, Antoine's figure was engulfed by his own attack.

This time, there really was no more...

Antoine was automatically moved out of the area of ​​ring number 1.

At this moment, Antoine stood there, seemingly still in a daze.

Meanwhile, the wizards nearby who had diverted some of their attention to the outcome were all stunned.

The Preston witch was dumbfounded. "Locke defeated the reincarnation of the Third Ring Wizard?"

Immediately afterward, she repelled seven dark wizards, her heart pounding with elation. 'He actually defeated Antoine! He defeated the Senate's secret weapon!'

'Great! He won! Like flowers blooming and fading, in the end, our academic committee has emerged victorious!'

Mike the Wizard took a moment to give Locke a thumbs-up, then focused even more intently on dealing with the dark wizards before him.

The two second-circle wizards from the Tower of Transmutation hadn't encountered any significant enemies while mingling here; they had simply killed a few first-circle dark wizards.

Both of them were stunned and stood still.

Because Locke actually defeated the reincarnation of a third-ring wizard in a head-on battle!

Locke stood on ring number one, looked down at Antoine, and asked in confusion, "Why did you have to dispel the spell at the last moment?"

Antoine didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hands, staring blankly at them, his expression vacant.

"We lost...we lost...we lost..."

"Hehe, so this is what it feels like to lose. It's quite unique, very frustrating, but the taste... is not bad. It has a special flavor."

"Hahaha……"

Locke was completely bewildered. He suppressed the magical pressure on his body, forcibly calming down the magical pressure that had become too active during the battle.

Antoine looked at Locke, now with a more down-to-earth air. "Locke, it wasn't me who dispelled the magic at the last moment. It was my body that couldn't bear the price that power magic should have paid."

"Because you put too much pressure on me, I gathered too much power. If I reduce the power of my arrow by a third at the end, I should be able to win. My Vector Arrow will be stronger than yours..."

"As a result, in order to defeat you, I kept piling on power, which caused my body to be unable to cope with the cost of power magic of that level. Hmm... it's as if I had it all under control, and just used too much power. These are all excuses. In essence, it's just that you beat me."

Antoine said, “Locke, you’ve won. You can enjoy your victory now. By defeating me, you’ve defeated everyone here.”

Antoine glanced at Locke, then turned and left the arena.

"I'll remember you. I do need a rival."

At the same time, Locke felt a huge mental drain, and his body almost went limp.

Having pushed his magical pressure to its limit during the battle with Antoine, he was naturally beginning to feel fatigued.

He drank a bottle of holy spring nectar potion, then looked around and discovered that the dark wizards of the Twin Demon Realms were retreating rapidly.

It seems that Mount Golden Crown had anticipated this and was currently annihilating the dark wizards, thus winning this small-scale demon war.

However, some wizards were forced into a state of simulated death, and while they were still alive, echoes appeared. Then, the dark wizards of the Twin Demon Realms used special containers infused with demonic power to steal their echoes.

The wizards of the Twin Demon Realms have begun their retreat.

"The Master Thief has ordered a retreat!"

"I stole the talent of a white wizard genius, hahaha, I've struck gold! Huh? I stole it, how did it end up in your hands? It's mine!"

"Who can prove this is yours? Did you buy it, or did you cultivate it yourself? This is mine!"

The gates to the Twin Demon Realms opened, and one after another, dark wizards tried to escape into them.

However, most of them were killed on the spot by the Witcher squad.

A third-ringed witcher, his hands stained with the blood of a dark wizard, stared coldly at him. "Theft of talent... Forced Echoes appear... The Twin Realms are becoming increasingly dangerous."

"This is a malignant tumor that must be eradicated!"

(End of this chapter)