Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Who wants to be the first?

Dago's voice was not loud, like a drop of water falling on a noisy, boiling lake, but it unexpectedly calmed the entire "surface".

Like a scalpel slicing through parchment, it precisely cuts through the cacophony of sounds.

Amidst the momentary silence of the crowd, Lindis smiled as he gazed at the tall figure at the center of the gathering light between heaven and earth, and slowly spoke:

"I really like the look in his eyes right now, but I wonder how long it will last."

Lindis sighed and gently placed his hand on the golden compass in his hand.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the runes snapped together.

Accompanied by Lindis's movements.

"boom"!

The runic nexus deep underground emitted a muffled roar, like the low growl of a behemoth before it awakens.

At the edge of the platform in the distance, two of the seven stone pillars abruptly turned blue, and two figures were drawn by a force, stepping onto the platform one after the other.

The brief silence of the crowd immediately erupted into an incredibly enthusiastic buzz after the two appeared.

The sound waves crashed against the ancient barrier as if they were physical objects.

The onlookers saw their blood vessels dilate and the smell of adrenaline fill the air.

The emotions of everyone in the entire Fairy Ancient City Ruins were reignited.

The legendary wizard Isidore was once the unique sun that hung high in the sky above the Upper Ring Continent!

It represents absolute truth, and the countless bones laid out on the path to truth.

Throughout his life, he experienced countless battles, faced numerous near-death experiences, and was reborn countless times, creating miracles from the impossible and shining brightly from the ashes.

Those who wish to inherit his mantle must first inherit his will.

Survival of the fittest is the most naked law in the wizarding world.

Like some ancient ritual passed down through the ages—the bloody battle initiated in the name of Isidore has officially begun at this moment!

The enthusiastic discussions, like an invisible hurricane, surrounded the entire competition platform.

The noise seeped in bit by bit, yet it seemed far away from Dago; his heart was unusually calm at that moment.

He originally thought that everyone would swarm him, but the situation was much better than he expected. At least it gave him some breathing room and didn't immediately put him under immense pressure.

Two figures appeared on either side of the platform, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left is a handsome young man with red hair, wearing a golden robe with flame patterns, holding a black and red crystal staff, and exuding mental energy fluctuations belonging to the late stage of the third ring.

The air around him distorted due to the refraction of light caused by the intense heat.

The fire wizard from the "Oath of Crimson Flames," when Dago saw him in the previous round, he was still in the mid-stage of the third ring. Perhaps it was the growth of his soul power that allowed him to break through the barrier of the late stage of the third ring.

Squeeze your potential out of the brink of life and death to complete your soul and body.

This is quite common, after all, they are all exceptionally talented individuals who grow rapidly in battle, which is as easy as eating and drinking for them.

The person on the right is wearing a long robe made of animal skin, which vaguely reveals his dark and muscular chest. His hair is tied into a short braid, giving him a primitive and wild appearance.

Ancient sorcerer Evaqui!

In the previous round, he severely injured Kolcrow with his soul magic and easily won the battle. If the "Blood Battle" had not started, some of the spectating wizards would have considered him a stronger contender for the top spot than Michael, Gale, and others.

Both of them were at the late-stage third-ring wizard level, and Dargo would not find it easy to face either of them alone.

Especially Evaqui, who inherited the spirit witch's tradition.

Now, however, he has to deal with the combined efforts of the two.

A spiritual energy fluctuation, two whole minor realms higher than his, came from both sides, crashing against him like waves.

This sense of oppression was like the water pressure at a depth of 3,000 meters in the ocean, trying to squeeze and deform his mental field.

Dago took a deep breath, and the blood flowing through his body slowly became scalding hot. The clear blue in his eyes seemed to be ignited little by little by something.

"Red Flame praises your courage."

The Crimson Oath Wizard, holding a lava crystal staff, sighed, his expression seemingly full of sympathy and pity, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyes were entirely indifferent.

That was the look you give a corpse.

In his eyes, Dago was already a pile of ashes after burning, a sacrifice to the fire elemental.

May you find the most peaceful rest amidst the burning flames!

As the Crimson Flame Wizard spoke, he mobilized his powerful spiritual energy, and a bright crimson glow emanated from the tip of his crystal staff.

The crystal at the tip of the staff pulsated like a heart, each contraction spewing out visible fire elemental particles.

In an instant, a wave of heat surged through the world, and the rock platform beneath the three of them melted instantly, turning into a patch of scorching, blinding magma.

"Boom!"

The magma pool boiled, and dark red bubbles burst, releasing a pungent sulfurous smell.

A gigantic magma hand rose rapidly from the scorching lava, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of melting the void, and swiftly reached out to grab Dago.

In an instant, Dago fully entered the state of "Radiant Sun," wearing titanium clothing and spreading his arms like the wings of a great bird, releasing a strong aura of magic and frost power.

A massive, pure white ice blade rose from the vortex, breaking through the surrounding heatwave, and with a horizontal slash, it attacked Evaque on the other side!

Attack the enemy's most vulnerable point first, or eliminate the one in the most danger.

Ten Crimson Oath Wizards are no match for Evaqui!

Those who play with fire merely unleash energy, while those who play with the soul can erase existence from the spirit world.

If he wants to win this round of bloody battles, the key is to get rid of Evaque, this big problem.

Dago's figure moved with the pure white ice blade, completely ignoring the giant magma hand beneath him.

The pure white, frozen blade carved a long trail of frost in the void, slashing diagonally toward Evaque who stood silently to the side.

"Your soul is extraordinary; the spirits will desire a sacrifice like you."

Facing Dago's magical attack, Evaque seemed completely unconcerned, narrowing his eyes and looking at Dago as he whispered something.

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was filled with grit, with a strange resonance, a variant of some ancient beast language.

The next second, Evaque's animal skin robes suddenly billowed up, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

The muscle fibers wriggled and expanded wildly, and the bones emitted a teeth-grinding popping sound.

He let out a low roar, and his entire body suddenly transformed into an eagle wreathed in lightning and with bright white feathers. He burst up like lightning, instantly shattering Dago's ice blade attack, and pounced straight at Dago's face.

This is a perfect fusion of body and spirit, abandoning the human form in exchange for ultimate speed and lethality.

Dago's expression remained unchanged. Even though the "Fine Snow Sword Domain," derived from "Basic Sword Techniques," had reached the realm of resonance of the second level of magic domain, it was still insufficient in this level of combat.

A single rule cannot cope with complex hunting scenarios.

Within the mental space, the [Multiple Prisms] seal flashed at a high frequency.

His gaze caught sight of the white-feathered eagle that Evaque had transformed into, and Dago flipped his hand, unleashing a massive surge of magical energy like a flood.

In an instant, countless ice blades, ice balls, ice spears, and aurora appeared all around him.

All the spells, whether summoned or replicated, surrounded him, forming a disguised ice ring shape, with extremely dense frost power blooming outwards like flowers.

The next moment, the lightning-fast eagle and the magma hand carrying waves of fire struck the beautiful "ice ring" one after the other!

"boom--!"

The collision of extreme heat and extreme cold did not produce a gentle neutralization, but instead triggered an energy explosion.

The magic of the three elemental energies erupted, and various powerful magical domains collided, forming a turbulent wave of energy that rapidly spread out above the platform.

The shockwave swept in all directions, and ripples spread across the surface of the barrier.

But soon, a figure burst out from the surging energy tsunami.

The figure looked slightly disheveled, with fine cracks covering his titanium skin, but his eyes remained frighteningly calm.

He soared straight up into the sky, and a beautiful, eight-pointed snowflake appeared out of nowhere and drifted down gently.

Each lattice pattern of the octagonal snowflake is engraved with profound runes, carrying the embodiment of a certain rule.

In an instant, the platform space, which had been ravaged by various elemental energies, quickly calmed down.

Frost washes everything away, and large swathes of sharp ice crystals emerge, each spike radiating intensely cold flames.

The heatwave from the molten lava platform was quickly suppressed; the crimson lava cooled and was covered with layer upon layer of solid ice.

The surface of the magma quickly blackened and solidified into ugly basalt, which was then covered by white frost.

The giant hand of magma flames, born from lava, also froze, its color rapidly turning cold.

From crimson to dark red, then to ashen gray, it finally transformed into a grotesque ice sculpture.

The red-haired wizard of the Crimson Flame Oath's expression changed slightly, but he quickly and calmly chanted an incantation, his crystal staff dancing in the air, leaving behind dazzling trails of flame.

He didn't believe anyone could completely suppress his fire rules.

Unless the other party's energy level is a whole order of magnitude higher than his.

A strange magical fluctuation emanated from him, and the sound of ice cracking began to spread outwards from beneath his feet.

That was the subterranean fire resisting, struggling.

The "cooled" lava platform began to flow again, and seemed to become even hotter. Dark red lava giants clung to the edge of the platform, and huge magma bubbles kept rising.

Glug-glug-glug

Like the pulse of hell.

It seems that some terrifying being is about to crawl out of the lava.

"Frosty Realm, Land of Snow!"

Dago stood at the highest point of the platform, surrounded by countless snowflakes swirling around him, his long hair dancing silently.

He was like an ice monarch sitting on a throne, looking down at the ants at his feet.

Here, he defines temperature.

When the snow country descends.

The extreme cold wave was like the most dazzling aurora borealis deep in the north, spreading outwards from him as the center.

Space was frozen, and time seemed to slow down.

The eagle, which had been soaring like lightning, froze, turning into a giant block of ice, fixed high in the sky where it was about to swoop down.

A large amount of cold air fell down, and the battle between ice and fire broke out at the very bottom of the platform.