Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Before coming, Alphonse had already heard Edson tell him that once the artifact "Arena of Destiny" was activated, it would create a replica space that could cover an area of ​​several miles in radius.

Only the designated two parties can enter this space.

In this space, there are no restrictions; you can fight without restraint.

The damage caused will not affect the real world in the slightest.

Only when one side dies will the arena of fate be taken back.

All Alphonse had to do was deal with Lollo Litt and then go and help Edson.

To Alphonse's surprise, Edson, being a sacred dragon and supposedly highly skilled in magic, chose close-quarters combat as his first attack.

Perhaps he wanted to take the hidden sage Groki away to leave himself a space that would be convenient for fighting?

At this moment, Rorolit also made a move.

Daring to murder Izmir's original king and overthrow the kingdom's monarchy, this treacherous minister was not entirely without merit; he possessed sufficient wisdom and the strength to reach the eighth-tier archmage level.

In an instant, he assessed the situation, erected a magical barrier around himself, and swung the scepter in his hand.

The air temperature suddenly dropped sharply.

Countless ice crystals appeared in mid-air, and a biting wind whipped up an ice storm that swept toward Alphonse with incredible speed.

In his imagination, if Alphonse were hit by this magic, he would definitely be frozen into an ice sculpture and destroyed by the cold wind.

The biting, freezing air had already blocked Alphonse's escape routes.

He had nowhere to hide!

But where Alphonse stood, there was no one in sight.

Sometime later, Alphonse had already left.

Snapped!

Just then, it sounded like someone snapped their fingers, and a huge figure, at least thirty meters tall, suddenly appeared beside Rolorite, crashing through the palace dome.

The giant sword in his hand, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, slashed down fiercely.

This sudden turn of events almost left Lollolit stunned on the spot.

But his reaction wasn't slow either.

In the nick of time, he teleported away, avoiding the exceptionally sharp sword strike.

Watching the palace dome crack open, the giant sword fell to the ground, cleaving a deep ravine tens of meters long, as if it had split the earth itself.

Lollito felt a chill run down his spine; if he had been a step slower, he would have lost his life.

But at that moment, Alphonse appeared silently beside Lollolit like a ghost, pressing his thumb against Lollolit's vital chest and abdomen.

A burst of deep purple lightning flashed out.

Overlord Sword!

In a panic, Rolorite only had time to activate the instant-cast magic inherent in his scepter. In the instant he strengthened his defense, he also unleashed a shockwave that blasted the enemy away from his side.

His choice was not wrong.

By blocking the attack and creating distance, he was able to use magic to counterattack and kill his opponent.

However, the protective barrier he relied on to save his life was pierced like a thin sheet of paper. Although most of the sword energy of this domineering sword was neutralized, there was still a continuous surge of lightning sword energy following behind.

This was not just a single, overwhelming sword strike, but a series of continuous, relentless attacks.

The speed was so fast that Rolorite didn't even feel pain; he only felt a tremendous impact on his chest, and the deep purple light still lingered in his retina.

He tried to use magic, but found that the magic power was constantly dissipating and could not be gathered at all.

He stood there, stunned, and lowered his head.

All that could be seen was a huge hole in the small body, with no blood oozing out, and the edges of the wound were scorched by lightning.

"I," Lollolit opened his mouth to speak, but when he finally managed to exhale, he realized he could no longer make a sound.

The excruciating pain then rapidly spread between the chest and abdomen, permeating the brain.

I...I was killed?!

How is that possible?

Shouldn't I be the king of Izmir, reigning supreme over the land?

I went to great lengths to pledge allegiance to the demons. How could this be?

chap!

A sharp, gleaming white sword light slashed across Rorolite's throat.

In that instant, he saw blood gushing out of his neck like a fountain.

The perspective keeps shifting.

The crown fell to the ground with a thud.

No matter how great one's ambition, one can only fall into the darkness of death in despair.

Alphonse brought his sword down with a straight strike, severing Lollolit's head and catching it in his hand.

After thinking about it, he realized that this guy's brain might still be of some use, so he casually put it into his spatial ring.

Although the artifact 'Arena of Destiny' determined that the two sides were roughly evenly matched, it was only a rough judgment. On the surface, Alphonse's strength was only at the middle stage of the eighth rank, but in reality, his combat power was enough to challenge a master-level expert. How could Lorolit have any chance to resist?

One enemy has been defeated, but another, even more powerful one awaits.

At that moment, Alphonse could still hear deafening explosions coming from the outside world.

With a powerful inhale, Alphonse drew the crown and scepter of Lollolit into his hand and stored them in his spatial ring. Alphonse then leaped forward like lightning, carrying the Barrier Monarch Kasobia, who had transformed into a shadow warrior.

Upon entering the outside, I witnessed a shocking scene.

The distant palace complex had vanished without a trace. Edson, now transformed back into a dragon, hovered in mid-air, its three pairs of wings, each over twenty meters wide, unfurled.

Countless magic circles appeared in the void, and platinum-gold pillars of light converged together, bombarding downwards continuously along with the breath he exhaled.

Although his body was covered in wounds, with countless broken scales and bright red blood oozing with a golden sheen, it was clear that a shimmering white halo was constantly flowing over his wounds, indicating that he was recovering.

As a sacred dragon, how could Edson not know healing magic?

It seems he has completely taken control of the situation, and things are better than expected!

The hidden sage Groki could no longer be seen; all that could be seen was blinding white light. Dozens of white lights slammed into the ground and then transformed into towering pillars of holy flame that shot straight into the sky.

Boom!!!

A massive mushroom cloud instantly swept across an area of ​​several miles.

The entire sky seemed to be divided by a continuous expanse of white light.

Endless, powerful shockwaves spread outwards in all directions.

The city of Izmir, which was replicated by the artifact, has been mostly destroyed.

Alphonse couldn't help but swallow hard. Such destructive power, such a battle, was something he, with his current strength, could not possibly participate in.

No wonder Edson had to borrow the artifact from Master Scott. If he had directly fought Groki in this royal city, countless innocent lives would have been lost here.

Edson did not stop attacking; beams of light condensed on his three pairs of wings, and he continuously spewed out orbs of light from his mouth.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred; darkness abruptly appeared within the white light.

A massive black beam of light, like a bolt of lightning, traversed the sky and struck Ederson's body.

Edson tumbled and crashed to the ground, creating a huge chasm tens of meters long.

From the spot he was relentlessly bombarding, a colossal figure, only slightly smaller than himself, slowly rose into the air.

In that instant, the entire space seemed to transform from daytime into night.

"Not bad, but far from enough to kill me!" (End of Chapter)