Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Why have I never seen this person before?"

"He's only at the early stage of the third ring, two whole minor realms below Kolklau. So where did such a powerful and domineering ice magic lineage come from in the south?"

"Not only is he a top-tier ice mage, but he also has a background in metal magic, and I can even sense spatial magical fluctuations..."

Whispers rippled through the crowd, and almost every wizard present was filled with shock and disbelief.

As the battle for Isidor's Wizards spot began, some might have thought that Korkrow might be defeated.

But no one expected that Kolcrow would be defeated in the first round, and by a mysterious wizard who was "unknown".

An inexplicable emotion, like a giant boulder that was growing larger and larger, slowly rolled around in the arena.

On the side of the Progressive Society, although Claire had given them a "precautionary warning" beforehand, the geniuses of several mid-sized wizarding forces, led by Harvid, were still greatly shocked. They looked at each other, speechless.

Even Claire herself, beneath her relatively calm exterior, was experiencing a storm of emotions within.

He knew that Dago was very strong, and he also knew that after advancing to the third ring, Dago's strength would definitely undergo another transformation.

But I never expected it to be this powerful, tearing apart the "horror myth" belonging to Kolcrow in a single encounter.

"He probably hasn't learned third-tier spells yet."

Claire pursed her lips tightly and subconsciously looked at Barker beside her.

He noticed that Barker's eyes were somewhat blank and unfocused, as if he were thinking about something.

Dago stood calmly high in the air, picked up Colcrown's severed arm, pried open his clenched fingers, and took the grayish-white bone spur clutched in his palm.

In fact, he did not completely dodge the attack of the bone spikes. When the black light released by the bone spikes passed by, he was still affected to some extent.

The effect comes from the soul, and there is a slight burning sensation.

It's hard to imagine what his situation would be like if he had been completely hit by the ghostly light.

No wonder Cole Klaus used it as a "trump card," and of course, now that "trump card" belongs to him.

Dago stored the bone spike in his spatial ring, intending to check it later when he had time. He then looked up and saw Kolklau, who was resting on a lit stone pillar in the distance.

During the battle, wizards who are not completely incapacitated will only have most of their soul smoke stripped away after a defeat, but they will still have the opportunity to continue participating in the competition.

So even after Colcrown lost an arm, he was not "expelled." The ash of his soul was so dense that even a small portion of it could light up the stone pillars, granting him the right to take his seat.

Dago benefited greatly; the gray smoke plundered from Kolkora condensed into a vast gray cloud behind him, and his soul power also increased dramatically.

At this moment, he had maintained the "Radiant Sun" state of high fighting spirit for a long time, which resulted in slight mental fatigue, but his overall condition was even better than before the battle with Kolcro.

The fourth soul crystal, which had only recently condensed within his spiritual space, grew several times larger, and he even felt that he had reached the point where he could condense the fifth crystal.

"This battle isn't over yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Dago had no intention of letting Kolklau off the hook. As he spoke, he stepped through the void and walked towards Kolklau step by step.

An invisible force slowly emanated from Dago.

The wizards watching were all stunned by what they saw, and then their expressions suddenly became excited.

When have they ever seen Colcrown be provoked like this? When have they ever seen the arrogant Colcrown forced into such a situation?

Many people were breathing heavily, anticipating the moment when Korkrow would finally be defeated.

"I admit I underestimated you. You've been holding back for a long time, haven't you? All for this moment."

On the stone pillar, the face of the one-armed Colcroir was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He looked at Dago, took out a thick arm that seemed disproportionate to his size from his spatial ring, placed it on his shoulder, sprinkled some kind of powder on it, and quickly chanted a spell.

Soon, the newly reattached arm began to move freely, but it was different sizes compared to the other arm, making it look somewhat deformed and strange.

Korcrawl slowly took a step forward, emanating an aura that seemed even more terrifying than before.

Dargo was not surprised. As the person standing at the very top of the pyramid of young wizards in the South, Colcroy was not going to be defeated by him so easily.

He definitely has other tricks up his sleeve, other trump cards yet. Once all the underestimation is put away, the next person, Korcrall, will be the most dangerous.

of course

Dago is also looking forward to it.

Dago and Kolcrow faced each other from afar, their invisible auras rising and spreading from them, clashing in the void.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense again.

Almost everyone was focused on the battle, but at that moment, a sudden riot interrupted the impending war.

"Quick! There are only three spots left!" Several wizards rushed towards the central pillar. Only then did many people realize that...

Before anyone knew it, the light curtain symbolizing the first round of the battle had shrunk to a close.

One wizard, who was so focused on watching the battle, was caught off guard and swept across the screen, instantly eliminated from the arena.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.

As the battle for seats has progressed, most of them have been decided, with only a few remaining vacant after being forcibly taken by Kolcrow. There are now only three seats left.

When it came to their own lives, many wizards immediately abandoned their "spectator" mentality and rushed toward the remaining three stone pillars.

Many people rushed halfway before realizing that the ash from their souls was insufficient to light the stone pillars, and a small-scale melee ensued.

The sudden chaos made Dago frown. He saw Cole Crow staring at him with a cold smile, his lips moving as he said, "I'll be waiting for you in the ring, and I'll twist your head off bit by bit." Then, his face turned cold, and he seemed to no longer look at him.

Dago quickly lost his will to fight; compared to defeating Korcrab again, the upcoming Wizards ranking game was clearly more important.

Now, the gray smoke emanating from his soul is as vast as clouds, more than enough to light up a stone pillar.

Given the precedent of Cole Klaus's broken arm, no one in the stadium dares to challenge Dago now.

He flew toward a stone pillar, and the wizards near the pillar immediately dispersed, with no one stopping this terrifying rising star from the south from taking his seat.

Dago, however, did not rush to light up the stone pillar, but instead turned his gaze toward the direction of the Progressive Society and others.

He wouldn't mind giving Barker a spot too, but after witnessing his fight with Colcroll, Barker seemed to have lost much of his edge. When Dago looked at him questioningly, Barker simply shook his head slowly.

However, the Blue Mist Society's president, Harvid, standing beside him, had a restless expression on his face.

A moment later.

The light curtain stopped contracting, and in the center of the Fairy Ancient City, all thirty-two towering pillars of light lit up.

The ancient fairy city, which had been in a hazy and indistinct state, suddenly became clear and real at this moment, and the barrier between the inside and outside of space seemed to be completely broken.

The eliminated wizards retreated one by one, revealing the figures of tens of thousands of wizards waiting to watch the battle outside the city.

The vast ancient city slowly sank beneath countless shrinking, colorful streams of light, leaving only thirty-two magnificent white pillars of light between heaven and earth.

With all of Herams's geniuses in attendance, the climax of this grand event was about to begin.

"Thank you, Dago. After this battle is over, I will gather all members of the Progressive Society and elect you as its president."

Havid stood on an adjacent stone platform and bowed to Dago from a distance to express his gratitude.

Dago shook his head and said nothing.

He ultimately secured a spot for Harved, and with him, the Gung Ho Society now has two members in the top 32, which is a very good result.

Right now, it seems we're in the preparation phase for the upcoming battle for seat rankings.

In the thirty-two seats, everyone was silently preparing and waiting.

Many eyes were on Dago, whose fight with Korklaue had exceeded many people's expectations, and many were surprised by his sudden emergence as a dark horse.

Dago looked back at the people who were scrutinizing him, and the first person he saw was Michael.

Legend has it that Michael was the first person to light up the pillar, and he did not face any challenges afterward.

The top talents in the first tier all tacitly avoided conflict in the first round of the competition. Even Colecrown would only seize a spot and reap the rewards from the second-tier talents in the final stage.

The premature clash between Dago and Kolcrow was definitely an accident; he wouldn't have needed to step on such a heavy stepping stone to rise to power.

At this moment, the princess from the Emerald Court in the Central Region maintained her haughty demeanor as always, looking at Dago with a very calm gaze.

That look made Dago very uncomfortable.

He knew very well that someone like Michael would never look at you with the same eye unless you thoroughly thwarted her in what she was most proud of.

"If there is an opportunity."

Dago lowered his eyes, avoiding Michael's gaze.

He really wanted to try doing that.