Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Ang Leo's despicable tactics three years ago left me severely injured and on the verge of death."

Gehrman gently placed his hand on the spot on his chest where Dago had just struck him, and said in a strange tone, "But I also have to thank him. If it weren't for this, I don't think I would have agreed to the experiment of fusing my body with the magical artifact."

"Luckily, I succeeded."

Gehrman suddenly became blurry, scattering into countless silver particles, then coalescing and becoming clear and solid again.

This strange and uncanny change left Dago slightly stunned.

Just then, he heard a low, shocked gasp coming from the stone pillar beside the platform.

"Body elementalization?!"

Body elementalization?

Dago was slightly shaken.

Spiritual elementalization and physical elementalization are both powerful and signature abilities of Miracle-level wizards. Physical elementalization is even more advanced, and even a newly ascended fourth-level wizard cannot achieve it.

How did Gehrman manage to master skills that even fourth-ring miracle wizards couldn't at the third ring stage?

But judging from the methods he just demonstrated, they are indeed quite similar to the rumored transformation of the body into elements.

Dago frowned, as if he had thought of something, and said, "It's not that your body has become elementalized. It's just that after you abandoned your physical body and merged with the miracle artifact, you gained some of the mysterious power of the spatial mirror artifact ahead of time."

"You are more knowledgeable than them."

Gehrman nodded in acknowledgment naturally, calmly saying, "It did indeed utilize the profound mysteries of the ancient Mirror Forest artifacts... but it's not far from true elementalization of the body. At least in the formal stage."

Gehrman looked up and suddenly scanned the stone pillars along the side of the field.

The lofty Michael, the radiant Gael like the morning sun, the mysterious and ominous Vicky, and the Colcrown.

He met the gazes of every renowned and top-tier figure without hesitation, and a domineering and awe-inspiring aura suddenly rose from his body.

Countless bolts of lightning naturally appeared around Gehrman.

His gaze returned to Dago, and he spoke, his voice becoming as majestic and vast as countless thunderbolts rolling simultaneously.

"It's not too late for you to admit defeat now."

Gehrman raised his right hand to Dago from afar, and bolts of lightning gathered around him, then coalesced into the shape of crimson spears, each radiating a terrifying, suffocating aura.

Gehrman remained calm.

Three years ago, he was the young king of the six major wizarding forces. He was ambushed and fell from his throne, lying on the ground like a pathetic dog, vomiting blood.

No one knows what kind of torment and suffering he went through during those three years.

Now, he only wants to prove one thing: that he can get back everything he has lost.

He remembered Dago, who came from the Thorn Ring, and Dago's strength far exceeded his expectations.

His trump card is the ability to fuse his body with a Miracle-rank artifact, allowing him to enter a state similar to "semi-elementalization".

This trump card wasn't meant for Dago, but he was forced to use it.

But Gehrman didn't care anymore.

In any case, at the formal wizard stage, almost no one can break this method, so it doesn't make much difference whether it's exposed sooner or later.

Although Dago's physical body is strong, if no effective damage can be inflicted on him and he can only passively take hits, his defeat is only a matter of time.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of loud explosions rang out.

Dago moved like a streak of pure black lightning, flashing rapidly across the field. Each strike landed with pinpoint accuracy, shattering the figure belonging to "German".

Gehrman, however, was completely unaffected. Under the illusory image of his soul characteristics, interwoven with lightning and silver light, his figure shattered and reformed like a mirror.

His aura continued to build up layer by layer within the fighting platform space.

Gehrman remained completely at ease, arbitrarily deploying his methods.

At his summons, seven or eight crimson electric spears condensed in the void, forming a kind of array and releasing a terrifying power that was no less than the previous Triple Law Domain Resonance Heavenly Punishment Spear.

When the number of electric spears reached twelve, Dago stopped chasing, stood in place with his head down, seemingly thinking, or perhaps he had given up completely.

At this moment, everyone around the battlefield was moved to an even greater degree than before.

One figure after another rose from the stone pillar; some were shocked, some looked grim, and some were lost in thought.

Even Michael, high above everyone else, seemed to have a strange and inexplicable look in his eyes when he looked at Gehrman in the battle.

The method of transforming the body into an elemental form is a skill that only Miracle-level wizards can master, and in the formal stage, it is almost invincible.

Gehrman was born with an invincible position.

No wonder he has the ambition to become the top-ranked player even though he is only at the mid-stage of the third ring.

Finally, Gehrman's momentum reached its peak.

The number of electric spears he summoned had reached the limit of what he could currently control.

The dense array of terrifying electric spears occupied a small area of ​​space, turning a small patch of sky above Gehrman's head crimson.

With a soul phantom woven from black and silver light behind him, Gehrman moved his mind slightly, and the tips of dozens of electric spears around him all pointed at a figure in the arena.

Dargo, surrounded by numerous thunderbolts, was all alone, and his fierce and domineering aura was completely suppressed by Gehrman at this moment.

During the period when Gehrman was accumulating power, he did not seem to be doing nothing. Countless frosts surrounded him, and the snow country that had collapsed before had been rebuilt by him at some point, and was still expanding outward.

However, Gehrman didn't care about this at all.

"You're planning to use the same tactic you used against Colcrown?"

He glanced at the frost and snow all around him and shook his head, saying, "A pointless attempt."

"Dago Heca... I don't think I've misremembered that name."

"Don't you understand?"

Gehrman took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a bright, electric light. His gaze became profound, extending beyond Dago to higher and farther places.

"From this moment forward, the South will usher in the era of Gehrman!"

After saying that, Gehrman waved his hand lightly.

His demeanor was cold and indifferent, like a high and mighty monarch issuing a decree of slaughter to the kneeling, guilty officials below.

All the crimson electric spears fell at the same moment, leaving blinding marks in the void, and shot rapidly toward Dago at the very center.

It was at this moment that Dago quietly raised his head.

Her waist-length white hair was blown about by the wind and thunder, and a mysterious silver light quietly bloomed in her originally pure white eyes, which were tinged with blue.

"Freeze!"

Dago spoke softly.

Within the spiritual space, the soul seal of [Winter Star] suddenly flashed.

In an instant, the huge fighting platform was within Dago's snowy territory.

Every snowflake suspended in mid-air, every thorn and ice spike growing from the void, every flickering ice flame, every patch of pervasive frost.

They all exuded a strong sense of spatial stagnation.

These stagnant forces converged, transforming the entire Frost Realm into a lifelike and exquisitely beautiful mirror, seemingly crafted from ice crystals.

Everything froze in place.

The space seemed to have become a flat plane. The falling crimson electric spear, with half of its body already "elementalized," was ultimately imprisoned in place in a bizarre posture. Gehrman's expression was frozen, with only his eyes occasionally flashing with shock and disbelief.

Within the mirror-like surface of the absolutely still, icy, snowy realm, only Dago could move freely.

Like a person standing apart from everything, Dago walked step by step toward Gehrman, his long hair flying as he stepped on the smooth mirror-like surface of ice crystals.

"Unfortunately, you are not yet a true elemental being."

"Unfortunately, you still have too few miraculous mirror-type magical artifacts at your disposal."

"It's a pity you realized it too late..."

"pity...."

"You've run into me."

Dago walked up to Gehrman. In his completely desperate form, he stood over two meters tall and incredibly imposing, looking down at Gehrman as if he were a tiny "figurine".

"Past, present, and future."

"There is no era that belongs to you."

"Ang is on the field, it's a pity you won't have another chance to get revenge on him."

"My poor, proud Gehrman..."

After saying that, Dago calmly pointed a finger at Gehrman's forehead.

"Click—"

The sound was like a mirror shattering.

A crack appeared on Gehrman's forehead and then quickly spread outwards.

The entire mirrored space, composed of a land of ice and snow, began to tremble.

At this moment, all the wizards watching the battle fell silent. They were stunned, deeply attracted by the extremely beautiful and serene scene before them, and had completely forgotten to speak.

Amidst the fragmented, exquisitely beautiful snowscape, a low voice could be heard.

"Dago Heca's Arcane Art - [Shattered Mirror of Winter]!"

It works on the same principle as [Shattered Silver Ice].

This time, however, what was shattered was an entire icy "world" that Dago had built himself!