Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The wizards in the square subconsciously looked at the names at the top of the ranking screen, and collectively showed an incredulous yet quickly dismissive expression. Impossible, how dare he?

"Isn't that against the rules?"

Dago raised his head and calmly met the spider's eight enormous eyes.

"Of course you can. I, Spider, admire your courage immensely. This stage will ultimately belong to you young people."

The latter's hideous spider face revealed a strange smile. It opened its mouth and spat out a stream of light at Dago. Its deep, hoarse voice suddenly rose, as if it was deliberately trying to attract everyone's attention.

"But before that, you need to prove your strength to me. That person doesn't like being disturbed. Since you have such courage, I think you certainly won't refuse this battle, right?"

Dago caught the beam of light that Abochild had spat out at him; within the light was a flickering name.

When he saw the name of the "challenger," his eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn't expected it, but he quickly regained his composure.

"As you wish!"

Dago gently crushed the name in the light, shifted his gaze from Abochild's spider to another direction, and spoke softly.

The next second, in the spot where his eyes were looking, beams of intense light burst forth, and the sudden burst of powerful aura pushed away everyone who stood in front of the light, causing wizards to scramble to get out of the way.

Then, a handsome young man with blond hair, as beautiful as the sun god and as dazzling as the sun, walked out from behind the crowd.

He gazed at Dago from afar, a flawless smile on his face, and said softly, "Dago, let me see what Bernal has taught you."

In an instant, a sudden hurricane swept across the entire square, and countless wizards with magic rings wore expressions of astonishment and disbelief.

Karl Paul!!!

The eleventh-ranked wizard actually challenged Dargo?!

Why would Karl Paul "lower himself" to challenge Dargé, no matter how outstanding Dargé is?

"Karl Paul should be the most deserving of a top-ten ranking among the three, yet he chose number seventeen!"

A murmur arose from the crowd; almost everyone was surprised by this "challenge."

The giant spider Abochild gently swiped at the enormous silver web in the air, a strange, enigmatic smile on its face, as if the amusing commotion before it was exactly what it wanted to see.

Karl flew first to the newly upgraded fighting arena. The order of the second round of fighting was determined by the higher rankings, and sometimes it also depended on Abochildni's mood.

Regardless of which method is used, this will be the first match of the second round.

Dargo descended from the sky on the other side of the fighting ring, his feet landing lightly on the solid ring floor. Karl Paul stood directly opposite him, his feet dangling in the air, his body enveloped in the glow of energy particles.

"We can begin now, don't take too long!"

Abochild's voice came from above, as it formed a net in the air outside the arena, searching for the best spot to watch the fight.

The commotion among the wizards below gradually subsided, and everyone's attention was focused on the two people on the arena.

"Dance of Fine Snow!"

Dargo habitually began with his ice sword, and activated ice crystals converged towards his ice crystal wand, forming a slender ice sword.

"Ice Wind Cross Slash!"

Dargo drew a cross in the air with his ice sword, creating a giant ice wind cross slash that swept across the arena. The cold wind lifted the hem of Ronan's robes, and his sword tip naturally drooped as the ice wind cross slash flew rapidly toward Karl.

Karl moved with composure and elegance, raising his hand gracefully, his outstretched fingers revealing several exquisite rings inlaid with gemstones that shimmered in the light.

A line of fire appeared on the ground directly in front of him, and then rose up, instantly forming a blazing wall of fire that blocked the Ice Wind Cross Slash.

"boom!!"

The blazing wall of fire engulfed the icy cross slash, and the cold air and heat waves clashed violently in the first instant. Elements annihilated each other in the air and returned to their respective spaces.

Dago's fine black hair swayed slightly on his forehead, and his azure eyes locked onto Karl's figure. Just as he was about to draw his sword and charge forward, countless golden points of light appeared around him first.

Within each point of light was a tiny flame, like a grain of sand, and each flame released a terrifying energy fluctuation far exceeding that of a first-ring spell. Karl stretched out his right hand towards Dago from afar, making a clenching motion with his five fingers in the air.

In an instant, all those countless points of light seemed to come alive, and they all surrounded Dago!

"boom!!!"

Countless points of golden light seemed to be converging into a larger flame in an instant, and Dago was the point where they converged, and also the only obstacle preventing them from achieving their convergence.

A terrifying heatwave swept in from all directions, almost instantly evaporating all the frost surrounding Dago. The azure in Dago's eyes was completely covered by crimson and gold, and towering small flames swept in.

"Whoosh!!! Boom!"

In an instant, the swirling golden light and flames were shattered by an even more powerful and terrifying force, and Dago's figure reappeared amidst the disintegrating flames.

He held an ice sword, his blue robes billowed in the wind, and ice and snow surrounded him. Hundreds of tiny air blasts, each the size of a thumb, appeared around him.

Each of these thumb-sized air bombs radiated terrifying energy, distorting light and converging together to form a powerful and majestic torrent of air that flowed ceaselessly around Dago's entire body.

Any flames that tried to approach Dago were easily swallowed up and crushed by the torrent, creating a completely safe and vacuum-like defensive field that firmly protected Dago within it.

The wizards watching below all had complex and grim expressions. For any wizard, mastering an ultimate technique is a dream come true. It is not only a symbol of strength, but also a manifestation of talent and genius.

But the young wizard on the arena is only at the late stage of the first ring, yet he has mastered all kinds of extreme spells, one after another. How abnormal must his magical understanding be to do that? He must be a magical prodigy who started practicing spells from the womb!