Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

After so many ranking battles, the wizards throughout the entire Fairy Ancient City area are constantly moving towards the center, forming a tight "ring" around the thirty-two stone pillars.

This "circle" is noisy, restless, and passionate.

After Michael and others continuously manifested their soul characteristics, this "ring" became like a red-hot iron, constantly radiating a "scorching" aura.

This "intense" feeling typically reaches a small climax at the beginning and end of each battle.

The latter stems from the judgment of victory or defeat, the analysis of the battle process, and the admiration for both sides.

The former was due to the obstruction of the white light from the stone pillars—before a genius appeared, the wizards gathered around the ranking battlefield did not know their identities, which gave many people a sense of anticipation of "waiting for the mystery to be revealed".

For example, right now.

As Dago walked toward the central platform, his extraordinary senses allowed him to hear the faint sounds of the onlookers discussing among themselves in the distance.

These heated discussions are mostly about his current opponents.

.......

This is a tall, handsome young wizard.

Countless electric sparks intertwined all over his body, his deep blue robe pulsating with the current, and the electric light in his eyes reflected the lightning patterns outlined on his robe.

He descended upon the scene like a blazing bolt of lightning, possessing both the domineering power of a lightning wizard and an aura of majesty akin to a worldly monarch, looking down upon everyone with indifference and pride.

"German! It's German!"

"In the entire south, Thunder Tower is considered the top-tier power with a lineage of electric magic. Gehrman is known as the youngest deputy tower master in the history of Thunder Tower. His strength and talent are estimated to be only slightly superior to the inheritors of the three major wizarding powers, such as Gale, and the princess in the central region."

"This battle is a foregone conclusion. What I'm more interested in is whether Gehrman can manifest his unique soul characteristics after winning, and what those characteristics will be like."

"German is strong, but he's only in the mid-stage of the third ring right now. It's unlikely that his special ability will manifest at this stage..."

"Within the legendary realm of Isidore, anything is possible! This is a miraculous generation belonging to us southern wizards!"

"."

"I just found out too."

Listening to the lively discussions around him, Dago looked at the young man in front of him with some emotion and said, "I didn't expect you to be so famous in the South."

Yes.

Dago's opponent is Gehrman.

The former kings of the younger generation of the six major wizarding forces, led by Thunder Tower.

During the battle on the Goblin Plains, he was ambushed and seriously injured by Ang. Three years later, he has not only recovered from his injuries, but also looks much stronger than he did three years ago.

Compared to the accolades bestowed upon Gehrman, a long-established prodigy, by onlookers, the evaluations of him were not so favorable.

There is very little discussion about him, and when there is, it is mostly limited to phrases like "Who is this guy?", "Never seen him before", and "Looks very ordinary".

The process of the first round of the battle for seats was not made public, and Dago's outburst occurred in the final stage of the battle, so most people did not see him sever one of Kolcrow's arms and rise to power by stepping on Kolcrow's shoulders.

Although Dago didn't care about these superficial external opinions, he was still somewhat annoyed.

Especially when he was being looked down upon by Gehrman with a condescending and indifferent gaze.

Gehrman accepted Dago's sentiments quite naturally.

"After this battle for the top spot, Thunder's name will be known throughout the South."

Gehrman looked at Dago and said calmly, "As my first opponent, the first stepping stone that will help me reach the top, you should feel honored."

"Well..."

Dago blinked, looking somewhat surprised.

A moment later, he shook his head with an amused look: "You almost made me doubt whether the guy who collapsed next to me and was vomiting blood back in the Goblin Plains was actually named Gehrman."

As he finished speaking, two bewitching golden flames quietly ignited in Dago's azure eyes.

He forcefully tugged at the corner of his mouth, and the titanium-like liquid adhered to his entire body.

The person suddenly disappeared.

next moment.

Clad in mysterious silver metallic armor, Dago, with his agile figure, had already appeared above Gehrman's head.

"Where does your confidence come from?"

Dago's eyes burned with fierce determination, his fighting spirit rising like boiling magma, while the gray clouds behind him surged and roared.

He raised his right hand, and a blazing azure flame of thawing ignited on the silver-white titanium. Amidst the flow of countless magical energy, a huge crescent-shaped blade rapidly took shape.

"You can use me as a stepping stone!"

"boom--"

Dago made a slashing motion, and the silver-white blade wrapped in the flames of thawing tore through the void, carrying an overwhelming momentum that could destroy everything, like a blue lightning bolt, and slashed fiercely towards the top of Gehrman's head!

Gehrman's eyes reflected the sharp blade of the spell that was tearing through the air, and waves of spiritual energy surged around him like a tide.

His eyes were calm as he spoke softly.

"You will see, in the name of thunder."

......

"It's this guy?!"

Outside the ranked battlefield, at the Emerald Court's headquarters, the Ash Witch Tracy stared in surprise at a silver figure appearing on the arena.

"He's still alive?!"

Not only is he not dead, he's alive and kicking, and his strength has advanced from the second ring to the third ring. He even appeared on the stage of the Isidore Wizards' ranking battle!

This is something Tracy finds hard to accept.

You should know that the golden curse power unleashed by the mechanical heart's golden magic box was almost too much for her to withstand.

How could a low-level wizard from the south possibly survive that power?

Surviving is one thing, but the real issue is that this guy might have seen him...

"You'd better pray you die a smooth death on the dueling ring!!"

Tracy stared at the battle in the distance and began grinding her teeth.

Few people noticed Tracy's unusual behavior, because some people at the Emerald Court were also surprised by Dargo's appearance.

Ginya, and several other Life Court wizards who had had brief encounters with Dago.

"The wizarding world in the south is really worse than that in the central region."

A young man with the words "Trash" and "Dog Shit" written on his left and right cheeks respectively stared at the distant battle, sneering incessantly: "What kind of lowlifes can be ranked among the prodigies? It's an insult to Isidor's legendary name."

The young man spat under his breath, his expression quite disdainful, which, combined with his current appearance, made him look rather comical.

Beside her, the silver-haired witch, whose face was also covered in scribbles, remained relatively calm. She turned her gaze to Ginia, who was standing to the side.

She thought for a moment and said softly, "They must have gotten in by chance because of something they obtained from His Highness Michael."

"However, this will most likely be the only competition. They'll soon be eliminated in the central region, where there are far too many more outstanding young wizards."

Ginya lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Only occasionally, when she looked up, her clear eyes reflected the silver figure weaving through the lightning.

Her eyes held surprise, doubt, and a complex emotion that she herself couldn't quite explain.