Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"【Feather of Pain】!"

Wolf practically growled as blinding energy patterns suddenly lit up his cheeks.

A terrifying spiritual force emanated from his body, drawing in countless free energy particles. Large swaths of lead-gray energy in the air converged, forming countless dense gray feathers that floated in mid-air before suddenly dispersing.

The figure enveloped in azure ice flames charged straight into the area where leaden gray feathers were falling.

When the first feather landed on him, he paused slightly.

He raised his right hand, a massive ice claw, and spewed out a ghostly blue ice flame from his palm. One by one, lead-gray feathers withered and dissipated upon contact with the ghostly blue ice flame, but many more feathers fell onto his body.

With each additional lead-gray feather that became stained, the dark blue figure grew heavier, and its speed noticeably decreased.

As a large number of feathers fell, the dark blue figure was completely enveloped by the surging leaden gray, and its form came to a complete standstill.

Wolf breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately began to use his mental energy to cast the next spell.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this! Jareden, that bastard! He made me offend a genius of this caliber without my knowledge; this can't be compensated for by a paltry reward!!"

Wolf roared inwardly in anger.

Guided by his mental energy field, the green wood fragments that had been scattered in the air before condensed again, each piece gleaming and releasing terrifying energy fluctuations. Soon, a huge wooden javelin was about to take shape.

However, at that moment, Wolf felt a strong palpitation for no reason, as if a pair of large hands had suddenly gripped his heart tightly!

He looked up suddenly with a look of alarm, his pupils contracting to reflect only a figure completely shrouded in dark blue icy flames!

"boom!"

A terrifying aura, whether cold or hot, spread out, and an invisible wind blew away all the leaden gray. Under the surging wind of energy, Wolf involuntarily squinted his eyes.

In the blur, he saw a tall and slender figure flying towards him, then disappearing in a flash.

Before he could catch a glimpse of that ghostly figure again, his powerful soul intuition as a second-circle wizard began frantically issuing warnings to him!

"break!"

A streak of dark blue flashed across the sky like lightning. The mental energy field protection that the second-circle wizard had spontaneously activated suddenly appeared, but it was easily burst like a bubble under the dance of fine snow burning with blue flames.

The imposing sharpness so close at hand made Wolf's eyelids twitch violently. Runes on the necklace around his neck lit up again, transforming into a ball of shimmering, silvery-white liquid metal that rapidly spread across the skin of his cheek.

"Snapped!"

The silvery metal had just covered Wolf's cheek when his left face was struck hard by the blade of a longsword. He was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing headfirst into the muddy ground below with a loud thud.

Meanwhile, Dago, the instigator of this brutal act, was looking down at his sword-wielding hands with gleaming eyes, muttering to himself, "So the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body] can also remove negative buffs from spells."

He had barely finished speaking to himself when his body began to plummet rapidly downwards.

He stood before Wolf, who had just struggled to pull himself out of the mud, and casually raised his hand, waving the fine snow like a whip.

"Snapped!"

Wolf, who had just regained his footing, was once again sent flying like a cannonball. However, before he could land, another ice sword lash followed.

"Smack! Smack! Bang!"

Wolf was like a ball being kicked around in the air, his body constantly changing direction and position.

He did try to resist, but the ice sword was imbued with a terrifying force that almost drove people to despair, and the blue flames could easily freeze all his defensive measures with their low temperatures, so all his resistance was in vain.

The so-called second ring, when the strength of the mental field cannot be used as an advantage, or even when the spell cannot be summoned, can only become a punching bag to be beaten.

After countless beatings, he finally couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, he would be beaten to death.

"stop!!"

The dance of fine snow abruptly stopped just inches away from Wolf's brow, almost within reach.

The tip of the sword, "Dance of Fine Snow," burning with a faint blue flame, made Wolf's eyelids twitch wildly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in a layer of silver metal, but it was now pitted and uneven, like a silver figure that had been crushed and smashed.

His cheeks, in particular, were so swollen they looked like a big pig's head.

Wolf stared in fear at the cold, handsome blue-haired boy in front of him. Before he could think of anything to say, Dago threw something at him.

"Open."

Wolf instinctively caught it, and upon closer inspection, realized it was a storage wristband. But it looked strangely familiar; no, that was his.

His face twitched as he gritted his teeth and erased his own mental energy imprint from the storage wristband, then slowly and respectfully presented it back with both hands.

The blue-haired boy seemed quite pleased with his maturity, his ice sword hanging naturally in his hand as he calmly said to him, "Tell Jareden when you get back that I'll be going to find him soon."

Wolf took a deep breath, glanced at the blue-haired boy one last time, and then turned away.

The spiritual energy field emanating from his body was still powerful, but it no longer possessed the fierce aura it once had. It was as if a wolf had been forcibly trained into a silly husky, and it flew away unsteadily without looking back.

As Wolf's figure completely disappeared into the air, the cold and despairing aura emanating from the blue-haired youth gradually subsided, the ghostly blue flames were extinguished, the icy chill dissipated, and the fluctuations of his mental energy field, belonging to the mid-stage of the first ring, reappeared.

The ice sword, Dance of Fine Snow, melted in his hand, transforming back into an ice crystal wand, which he then stored in his storage ring.

He gracefully and calmly donned his blue robes again, concealing all his sharp edge, and once again became an ordinary first-ring wizard.

However, with a simple turn of his head, his azure eyes swept lightly over the surrounding wizards watching the battle, yet the entire arena fell silent, with only the soft rustling of decaying leaves in the breeze.

Dagona, encased in the icy aura of the Flower of Solomon, soared into the air and departed gracefully, amidst the stunned and bewildered gazes of the wizards of the Ring of Law.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the horizon, yet even after he was completely gone, the battlefield remained deathly silent.

A sense of emptiness, loneliness, and coldness seemed to slowly roll through the air, crushing the hearts of every wizard on the field.

After an unknown amount of time, as the inexplicable emotion began to fade, the silence was finally broken by the murmur of a wizard.

"Is this guy really just a first-ring wizard?"

"How could a first-ring wizard so easily defeat two ring-level wizards?"

The muttering voice came from the small group of Silverthorns, uttered by Valentine in a daze.

At this moment, Valentine's pride as a late-stage, top-tier genius wizard seemed to have been shattered. The whole world seemed to have fallen silent, leaving only the slow, heavy beating of his own heart, striking a desolate despair.

"Genia! Genia!"

He suddenly grabbed the beautiful witch Ginya beside him and shook her shoulders violently in a somewhat neurotic manner.

He said urgently, "He's from the Silver Tower too?! Help me, Ginya! I think he might hold a grudge against me, and I need a chance to apologize to him in person!"

Valentine's excited and incoherent voice echoed in the quiet room, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"I've never heard of such a monstrous talent emerging from the Silver Tower!"

Someone whispered something, their tone carrying a mix of amazement, skepticism, and a vague sense of envy and bitterness.