Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Because of the "Dimensional Detection Technique," Dago possesses an extraordinary level of intuition that surpasses that of ordinary wizards.

Dago raised his head and looked around the entire competition venue.

The match on the stage continued, and everything seemed normal.

He, however, sensed a faint hint of conspiracy in it.

But we don't know why it started or where it came from.

Dago couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

His gaze searched and scanned the area repeatedly, but he still couldn't find Yadar.

But he inadvertently caught the gaze of a young man from the Lava Brotherhood, a man as fiery and domineering as a lake of lava.

Igesius.

The other person stared at him coldly. Compared to the initial disgust and hostility, Igesius's gaze now seemed to hold a strange, inexplicable quality.

He gave Dago a cold laugh, then slowly looked away.

Recalling Violet's reminder to him before the competition began, a guess popped into Dargo's mind—

"Could it be that Yadar and this guy made some kind of agreement, deliberately letting me win so that I could meet him in the next match and be beaten to death fair and square in the arena?"

Dago then shook his head, thinking that the possibility was unlikely.

For this reason alone, would it be too much to bribe a third-circle wizard to willingly bear the shame of being defeated by a second-circle wizard, and possibly even face punishment from the forces behind him?

Amidst constant guessing and contemplation, the second round of the competition came to an end before anyone knew it.

In the second round of the competition, Dargo only focused on the matches between the third-ring wizard geniuses.

However, due to the vast difference in skill between them and their opponents, it was difficult to discern anything. Most third-ring wizards could quickly end the battle with just one or two spells.

The Ang he was "focusing on" used only a regular second-tier [Shadow Scythe] spell in both rounds of the competition.

He had clearly mastered this spell to an extremely high level; when he cast it, it resembled countless cold, crescent moons descending from dense, dark clouds.

A dense aura of magical power spread out, quickly severing the opponent's defenses and ending the duel.

Gehrman from the Thunder Tower was even more exaggerated. When he made his move, only a flash of lightning appeared, and after a brief burst of light, he returned to his original position, as if he hadn't moved at all. Yet, his opponent on the stage had already collapsed, charred and paralyzed. The other three-ring geniuses were similar, each with their own unique style, and their trump cards remained well hidden.

When the sun rises on the fourth day, the third round of the competition begins.

The colored sphere of light began to rotate for the third time. Dago was about to stand up when he was struck by a beam of light. Before he could react, a faint message emanated from the beam of light enveloping him...

"They got a bye?!"

Dago was somewhat taken aback, but then slowly sat down amidst the envious gazes from all directions.

In the third round, there were fifteen remaining candidates, and one person would indeed receive a bye, but Dago never expected that the lucky one would be him.

The third round was probably the fastest and least dramatic. The remaining three-ring geniuses "cleverly" avoided each other, each eliminating their opponents and quickly advancing to the fourth round.

In this round, both Dago and Barker made it into the top eight in the French Ring.

"Dargo, relax and fight with all your might. Whatever the outcome, it will be the best outcome for us."

With Carlos's words still echoing in his ears, Dago slowly stood still in front of the stage.

Carlos was right. Even if he lost the next match, the results achieved by the French Ring in this competition were something no one had expected.

It was sunset on the fifth day.

As Dago watched the orange sun slowly disappear below the horizon where light and shadow met, a strange emotion welled up in his heart as day faded into darkness.

Turning back, the distribution of the colored orbs was complete; one beam of light fell upon him, while the other was selected...

Dago's gaze moved forward, finally stopping completely on a lazy young man with short brown hair, wine-red eyes, and an air of wickedness.

Ang Leo.

The war he had been waiting for and longing for finally arrived, but Dago's heart was unusually calm.

On the contrary, Ang seemed somewhat surprised by the early arrival of this battle.

He stood up from the magnificent black high-backed chair with a somewhat surprised expression, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Dago with a smile that Dago couldn't understand.

Shaking his head, he slowly walked towards the arena.

Dago followed closely behind, step by step ascending into the sky.

Finally, the two stood in the center of the arena.

A faint fighting spirit ignited within Dago, like a fire in the autumn wilderness. At first, it was just a few scattered points, but it quickly grew stronger and stronger until it ignited his pupils as well.

"Ang".

Dago softly uttered the name.

Before he could say anything more, Ang interrupted him.

"I know what you want to say. I can feel your desire, your longing for a real battle..."

Ang looked at him and said softly, "But unfortunately, dear Dago Heca, this time you may be disappointed."

"Well!"

Dago paused slightly, and the fighting spirit that had been burning in his eyes suddenly stopped.

At this moment, he seemed to sense some unusual aura spreading from Ang.

"thump!"

Dago's heart pounded violently in his chest.

His breathing became somewhat rapid, and he felt the Desperate Winter Dragon Beheilite bloodline crystal inserted into his heart trembling violently.

Ang...

Ang also has the bloodline of the past!

But the power he is slowly releasing doesn't seem to be directed at himself.

What does he mean?

What does he want to do?

"Right now, you're just a tiny bit short of being qualified to challenge me."

Ang stretched out his hand, making a small, ethereal gesture with his index finger and thumb, while a strange and eerie smile appeared on his face.

He spread his arms, and a visible shadow expanded behind him.

The frequency of the blood crystal pulsation at his heart increased, and Dago's expression twisted slightly. He had a strong premonition of something bad and a vague unease. Instinct drove him to move quickly toward Ang.

"What are you going to do?"

Dago growled at Ang in a hoarse voice.

Ang did not answer, but just looked at him and smiled.

At this moment.

Dago gritted his teeth and unleashed the Ice Core Cruise Missile, which hurtled toward Ang, but was stopped midway by an invisible force.

At this moment, Ang's figure had expanded into a huge shadow, with a pair of jet-black wings unfolding behind him, as deep as the darkest night.

Ang's wings fluttered gently, and the blood crystal at Dago's heart trembled to an extreme moment.

"Whoosh—"

It's like a television screen that's suddenly turned off.

The shadow in front of Dago suddenly shrank and disappeared, along with Ang's figure.

Dago stood frozen in place, his right hand still outstretched, not yet recovered from Ang's sudden departure.

The next second, a huge explosion was heard from another direction in the distance, accompanied by an unprecedentedly terrifying aftershock of energy.

Immediately afterward, he caught a glimpse of lightning flashing, and amidst the countless bolts of lightning, Gehrman, who had been sitting upright on a silver-white chair, high above like a "monarch," suddenly appeared before him.

Gehrman stared intently at him, then his face rapidly turned pale and ashen, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In the center of his chest, there was a huge bloody hole that looked as if it had been torn open by the claws of some bird.

Startled, Dago took a step back.

As they retreated, terrifying flames erupted from the other side, accompanied by even more intense energy fluctuations.

Roars, howls, and the sounds of spells colliding and clashing.

In the sky, the six "miracle suns" that had been hanging still for a long time suddenly burst into light. One of them, a huge sun as red as magma, and another, a huge sun as green as jade, suddenly shone brightly and then crashed into the other two nearby "suns"!

"Boom!"

A terrifying energy tide, indescribable in words, churned and spread across the sky. A majestic voice, filled with anger, shock, and disbelief, resounded overhead. But before Dago could hear what the voice was saying, he felt something silently pass by his head.

He looked up abruptly and saw only a blurry figure.

The figure emanated an unparalleled gray light, becoming the seventh "sun" in the sky.

This round of spiritual blazing sun continues to expand, like a giant maw, slowly swallowing up the other six rounds of "Days of Miracles".

"Resurrection!...Salvation!"

"Praise! Adoration! Following!"

"The new day must be cleansed, for the old day will surely return!"

"Sing His true name!!"

"Buzz—"

Countless male and female voices rang out simultaneously in the arena, chanting the same strange, ancient incantation in a high-pitched voice, which sounded ethereal yet eerie amidst all the chaos and noise.

A silvery, mirror-like brilliance shone in the night sky, and countless silver rays fell like raindrops.

Dago stood in the center of the huge arena, with the critically injured and dying Gehrman not far beside him.

He stared blankly at the sky engulfed in darkness, muttering to himself involuntarily.

"Ang, that madman..."

"What...what did this do?!"