Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Karl Paul flew slowly past several floating islands, finally stopping in front of the light membrane of the sixth floating island, where he cautiously approached.

Soon the floating island's light membrane cracked open, and a figure flew out rapidly. Suddenly, a hoarse, deep voice rang out around him.

"How's it going? Has your plan worked?"

Karl squinted and could barely make out a tall figure dressed in short clothes, standing high in the air looking down at him.

He shook his head and replied, "That kid is more talented than Bernal, and much smarter too. I can't fool him."

"There are people you, Karl Paul, can't fool."

A cold laugh, whether a sigh or a mockery, echoed from the green sky.

Karl seemed completely unconcerned, saying calmly, "So what are you planning to do now? Deal with him yourself?"

"I think you're crazy."

The hoarse voice at the top turned icy, "You've allowed someone residing on the sixth floating island of the Spiral Tower to challenge the wizards below?"

"So you're just going to sit back and wait for him to challenge you?"

Karl frowned and said, "He only has one ring; he would never make such a foolish decision. By the time he dares to challenge you, he'll be a formidable opponent. Don't forget Bernal from back then!"

"So you're the best candidate right now, Carl."

The figure in the sky spoke softly.

"impossible."

Karl shook his head decisively. "I have absolutely no need to antagonize him, and I'm not confident I can cripple him in a duel. His strength is truly formidable. He has two superimposed domains and has mastered a very powerful technique that can easily tear apart a city-level fire spell."

"You don't even have this much self-confidence, so you'll always only ever be fit to hide at the bottom of a well and look up at the sky!"

The figure coldly and without any politeness said, "You betrayed Bernard's wife, causing him to be framed. Once that's exposed, do you think you can escape his revenge?"

Karl's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

Suddenly, a crimson-gold sphere of light flew down from the top of the tower, heading straight for Karl Paul.

He instinctively reached out and caught it, examining it closely. His face immediately lit up with excitement and surprise. He abruptly looked up at the top of the sky, "This!!"

"I got this from a genius wizard from the Molten Brotherhood. Its attributes suit you well, right? In the second round, find that kid and 'accidentally' cripple him. I promise to lend it to you until the end of this selection. If you're willing to bear the consequences of accidentally killing someone, I might even give it to you."

Karl gripped the crimson gold object tightly in his hand, his expression shifting rapidly as his gaze darted back and forth between the ten large floating islands in the sky before him.

In the end, without saying a word, he turned and left hastily, clutching the crimson shard.

Above the sky, a tall young man with long, flowing hair and a long, centipede-like scar on his cheek that stretched from his left brow bone to the right corner of his mouth stood silently in mid-air.

Its invisible spiritual energy field rotated slowly like a giant millstone, with fine, dark brown light flashing like lightning, emanating a terrifying aura.

The young man squinted at Karl Paul's departing figure, his eyes twisted with a chilling glint. "Bennal, don't even think about 'coming back to life' in front of me in any form."

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Beacon Square in downtown Cletham.

In a corner where colorful robes swayed, the crowd spontaneously parted to create a small empty area. In the center of this area, a tall and slender figure sat quietly on a blue, crystal-clear high-backed chair.

The ice crystal high-backed chair is covered with exquisite and beautiful patterns, naturally emitting wisps of cold mist like smoke.

Amidst the swirling cold mist, the handsome young man with blue eyes and black hair, sitting quietly in a high-backed chair, possessed an air of mystery, nobility, and elegance that seemed innate.

"Karl Paul!"

Dago fiddled with a communication crystal in his hand, then thought for a moment and put it away again. There was no need to ask Bernal for confirmation about such a small matter.

He saw a shadow hidden beneath the sun-like exterior of the blond wizard named Carl Paul; he knew he was a man with ill intentions.

It's pointless to expose him directly. He's getting old and just enjoys watching people put on a show. When things get exciting, Dago might even applaud him.

Dago's gaze returned to the distant arena, where the first round of duels continued. A day and a half had passed since the battle between Dago and Jareden began.

The duels between more than a thousand formal wizards would take at least several days to complete, even if they fought day and night. Most of the second-ring wizards, and even the late-stage first-ring wizards, did not pay much attention to the matches.

A duel between wizards of lower strength than them, especially one that is not a life-or-death struggle, is a meaningless and pointless contest for them, especially for second-ring wizards, and has no reference value whatsoever.

Only matches involving second-ring wizards are worth their attention, and their focus is primarily on the target rather than the battle itself.

But Dago was different. He watched each game with great focus and seriousness. The effects of the five bottles of "Solomon's Comfort" drug cleared away the cluttered and blocked information in his brain, creating a large amount of extra space.

Dago's "intelligence" has increased dramatically. His thinking has become so sharp that it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He stares at the direction of the fighting arena, and his blue eyes are filled with a lot of tiny sparks of electricity.

Although he was sitting in the crowd, his "perspective" was like that of God, taking in the entire fighting arena. He could even watch all the fights taking place at the same time.

He was in an extremely peculiar state, with countless inspirations generating, colliding, and disappearing in his mind every moment. Those battle scenes, whether useful or useless, shrank in Dago's mind, turning into tiny specks of light that were absorbed into his mental database, solidifying his combat foundation and becoming nourishment for his progress.

Bernal once told him, "If the outcome is not what you want, then fight for it before the dust settles."

This is a process of accumulation, an essential process for him to move from one stage to another.

Dago never had a true "mentor," and Bernal could be considered half of one. He relied on himself all the way, and he was used to relying on himself.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be: He doesn't follow any trends or board any boats; Dago has his own sea!

In fact, watching wizards who are weaker than oneself fight is indeed a very boring and tedious thing.

However, as Dago watched the matches, he found many interesting and useful points. For example, he saw a wizard from the Blackroot Tower take a potion during a match, which temporarily made his skin metallic, increasing his defense to a level that even a late-stage first-level wizard's spell could not break.

There was also a wizard whose spiritual power cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the first ring, but he transformed into the "Treasure Wizard" and simultaneously controlled the use of several magical artifacts. The wonderful synergy and linkage between the magical artifacts even made his opponents at the late stage of the first ring admit defeat.

There are also wizards who are skilled at manipulating "rune golems." All the control and support spells they learn are used to enhance the combat power of the rune golems. During the battle, they hide under the protection of the golems and grind their opponents down until they have to admit defeat.

Every official wizard who can advance to the first level possesses their own unique wisdom, and even those with low strength may still be able to pull off impressive combat maneuvers.

The path of a wizard is long and dark, but once you embark on it, don't be afraid. Only those who are fearless will find a way forward.