Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago raised his left hand, and all the air in the mental field was compressed into his palm by his powerful mental energy, forming a flame core the size of an egg.

He has his own trump card for dealing with such large targets: the "Flame Core Air Bomb"!

"boom!!!"

The flaming core, radiating boundless light and heat, hurtled straight towards the giant shadowy hand, then exploded, releasing a violent shockwave and a wave of scorching heat.

The giant, shadowy hand that was slanting down trembled slightly, as if its momentum to crush everything abruptly stopped, and the black mist that was wrapped around the giant hand also dissipated in large swaths.

Dago appeared on the right flank of the collapsing shadow giant hand. His momentum was not stopped. His right hand held the Dance of Fine Snow, which burned with a raging blue ice flame. He charged straight at Jareden. He cut through Jareden's mental field and domain field as easily as cutting brittle paper, and went straight in without any hindrance.

Jareden watched as Dago's figure grew larger and larger before his eyes, the rings on his ten fingers and the black diamond studs on his earlobes all gleaming faintly.

A protective Void Shield of magic appeared out of thin air, layering up on him, and then, under the dance of fine snow entwined with Dago's azure ice flames, it was quickly sliced ​​apart layer by layer.

Jareden's rapidly contracting pupils reflected the ever-approaching, enlarging, fiery blue light. His expression twisted, suddenly becoming ferocious. The mental core in his mind vibrated violently, and he let out a silent roar. The mental field belonging to a second-circle wizard was released without reservation at this moment.

Pure spiritual power stirred up an invisible and terrifying storm in the air, and Jareden radiated an unparalleled and dazzling "light" from the inside out!

This is the purest and most direct method of a wizard, a savage attack on reality from the level of spiritual power. No wizard would choose this way of fighting, because even if they win, their own soul will be severely damaged.

Because spiritual power is the surface manifestation of the soul, the two are inherently one.

But at this moment, Jareden only wanted to win, only wanted to make Dago hesitate, fear, and back down, so as to buy a little breathing time for the recall of the Shadow Swarm!

Under the ultimate blooming of spiritual "radiance," Dago's figure seemed to be forced to take a step back, but before Jareden could feel any relief...

The next instant, a large, slender hand covered in blue patterns and burning with ghostly blue ice flames suddenly reached out, directly tearing apart the thick, almost solidified mental field around Jareden, and then fiercely grabbing his neck!

When a wizard is approached and grabbed by the neck, no matter how noble his status or how powerful he was, he will lose all his elegance and dignity.

Jareden, his face contorted in agony, struggled to pry open the hand gripping his neck, but to no avail. He tried to cast spells, but his mind was blocked by a sense of despair, as if a rabbit were facing a tiger, terrified out of its wits.

But his will still struggled, and the hand pulled him closer. Jareden met a pair of incredibly clear, deep blue eyes. The owner of those eyes looked into his eyes and calmly said, word by word, "You brat, look me in the eye!"

Jareden's struggling movements stopped abruptly. He stood motionless for a moment, then the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Dago casually tossed Jareden aside as if he were a dead chicken. Surrounded by ice and snow, he calmly broke through the light membrane of the runic array surrounding the arena and flew off towards the arena.

"Dago Heca wins!"

The giant spider slowly exhaled, and a massive storm of noise brewed in an instant. Countless spectators were shocked, astonished, incredulous, and incredulous, and of course, they also felt worship, awe, jealousy, and fear.

All sorts of eyes converged on Dago at the same time, and the halo that once belonged to Jareden was now transferred to him, and even more intensely.

No one expected Jareden to lose on the stage he had carefully built for himself, especially in the first round, the very first game.

The other wizards in the first round didn't even have opponents to play, but that was exactly the effect Jareden wanted—to get everyone's attention.

He came to announce to everyone that he was officially launching his assault on the top ten, but as a result, he had only taken the first step on this road to conquering the top ten when he was tripped up by Dago.

Moreover, he was defeated by someone of a higher level. He was at the late stage of the first ring, had mastered several techniques to the extreme, and had superimposed his domain. At this moment, the magic ring wizards present seemed to see a brilliant new star rising.

The more dazzling the light emanating from Dago, the uglier the expressions on some people's faces became.

Among the spectators, Jareden's followers, led by Dren, were utterly shocked, inexplicably uncomfortable, and filled with a sense of tension and fear, as if they had swallowed a fly.

Some people had already begun to quietly break away from the group, their expressions panicked as they hurriedly fled the square without looking back. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Dave, the short-haired girl who had been instructed by Jareden to deliberately deceive Dago in the mission hall.

Campbell stood there dumbfounded in the crowd, the whispers of wizards around him reaching his ears, their voices filled with words of amazement and disbelief, but Campbell only felt a burning pain on his face.

He then understood a saying: the macro environment influences a person's fate, while the micro environment influences a person's view of their fate!

The bald wizard sat blankly in the high-backed chair, not recovering until Dago was no longer in sight.

"That kid...that kid actually...defeated Jareden head-on?!" he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze and jumped up from his high-backed chair, only to be stopped by his companion.

"You wouldn't be thinking of using that connection from the entrance exam to befriend that guy named Dago, would you?"

His fellow wizard frowned and asked him a question.

"I...."

The bald wizard opened his mouth but didn't answer, but the way he kept avoiding his companion's eyes betrayed his thoughts; he did indeed have this plan.

"Wait a minute."

His companion whispered in his ear, "I remember you said he was in cahoots with Bernal. Don't forget who Bernal's former opponent was. He's only at the first level, and he's about to begin exploring the core secret realm of the Mirror Forest. It's uncertain whether he can withstand this wave of suppression!"

The bald wizard's expression shifted several times. After hesitating for a moment, he finally sat down again in the high-backed chair.

Dago had already returned to his original position.

Upon landing, the crowd in front of me automatically parted to make way for me, with shocked and awe-inspiring gazes filling both sides.

Dago stood still and saw the ranking screen at the very top of the fighting arena. His name had replaced Jareden's, and he was now ranked seventeenth. The identity label after his name had also changed to "Sanjie".

Both rankings and final evaluations are only temporary. Once the competition is over, there will be a fairer assessment.

Dago withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the rankings. His expression was calm, and there was no fluctuation on his face, as if the previous battle had nothing to do with him.

Bernal once said that a defeat can be magnificent enough, but how can a defeat be called "magnificent"? No matter how "magnificent" the defeat is, it cannot compare to even one ten-thousandth of the brilliance of victory.

The first round of competition in the square had officially begun, and the sounds of spells booming echoed in the arena above, but Dago could still feel that many eyes were still on him.

He overheard people whispering about his name, and news of his relationship with Bernal spread easily.

He saw a second-circle wizard with a second-level rating, also from the Silver Tower, approach him with a smile, seemingly wanting to get to know him and become friends.

But before he even reached him, he heard some rumors about him, so he immediately stopped, turned around and glanced at the ranking screen in the distance, then hurriedly walked away with a glint in his eyes.

Dago squinted and looked at the sixth name in the sky, then slowly moved his gaze upwards before finally lowering his eyelids.

"That's not enough! My brilliance is far from sufficient!"

"Everyone has a lamp in their heart; the strong keep it burning even in the wind, while the weak are extinguished by the wind."