Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The next moment, "Boom!"

Ang's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented power of shadow erupted from his body.

The shadow of the fallen raven behind him, its head held tightly by the Desperate Winter Dragon, let out a desperate cry at this moment.

The black wings flapped wildly, trying to pry open those deadly fangs.

however.

The terrifying force, like a battering ram, brutally pierced through the layers upon layers of shadow shields.

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a sharp, explosive sound, and then abruptly froze just before it made contact with the skin.

It was less than three centimeters from Ang's face.

The violent air currents did not stop; they scraped across Ang's cheeks like blades.

His meticulously styled long hair was now being violently pulled back by the strong wind, dancing wildly against his scalp.

Ang didn't blink, he even forgot to breathe.

On his pale face, his eyes, which always held a mocking smile, were now filled with blank astonishment.

There was no pain.

There were no deaths.

Only that one fist with clearly defined knuckles, containing destructive power, occupied his entire field of vision.

"call--"

Dago exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the sludge that had accumulated in his chest for years.

"I've always wanted to do this."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the dead silence of the battlefield.

"It seems you are not without fear after all; you can be afraid too."

Dago loosened his fingers, and the force field that had been confining the surrounding space dissipated.

It's like a hunter releasing his trap, letting go of a prey that had been terrified.

Ang staggered back half a step, his eyes glazed over, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the shadow of that deadly punch.

Dago didn't look at him again.

He stood in the center of the platform where the energy turbulence had not yet subsided, letting the chaotic air currents around him blow his long hair and robes.

He closed his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, facing the gaps in the broken sunlight streaming in from above.

An unprecedented sense of tranquility, like warm spring water, cleansed his soul.

The humble apprentice who had been struggling to survive at the School of Wizardry, Enark, has disappeared.

The scheming mastermind within the thorny ring of law has also vanished.

The man who once weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain, making him feel suffocated, has now vanished like smoke.

This punch shattered not only Ang's pride, but also the cage called "fear" in Dago's heart.

"That felt great..."

Dago's Adam's apple bobbed as he murmured in a low voice, a voice only he could hear.

When thoughts are clear and the mind is lucid, one's mind is clear.

Deep within the realm of consciousness, a dramatic upheaval is quietly unfolding.

"Click click click—"

The fifth soul crystal, which was already full and round, made a crisp sound like an eggshell breaking.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny particles of spiritual energy gathered frantically, swirling, compressing, and collapsing within the gray sun.

The sixth crystal-clear soul crystal slowly emerged in the center of the gray sun, radiating a dazzling silver glow.

The middle stage of the third ring!

But this is just the beginning.

The sphere of soul light forcibly stripped from Ang now seemed to have found an outlet, surging wildly into this newly formed crystal.

The originally somewhat ethereal crystals became solid and grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

too fast.

This rate of improvement was simply illogical, so fast that even Dago felt a sense of unreality.

Before he even had time to conceive the framework for the sixth soul seal, his realm had already naturally stabilized.

The world seemed to fall into a strange stillness.

When Dago slowly opened his eyes, those eyes were no longer the deep, dark ones they once were; instead, they had transformed into pure, clear blue crystals.

There are no impurities, no emotions, only a detached and calm understanding of everything.

He stood there, his aura completely contained, yet he seemed to merge with the world around him.

He subconsciously turned his head to the side, his gaze piercing through the void and landing outside the platform.

There, Ang stood quietly.

There was no expected outburst of rage, no hysteria after being humiliated, and not even a trace of resentment could be seen.

He just looked at Dago with a strange expression, as if he were re-examining a stranger.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Ang suddenly narrowed his eyes, a smile curving his lips as he looked at Dago.

There was no murderous intent in that smile; instead, it carried a meaningful sense of appreciation.

Then, he sat down cross-legged in mid-air, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be in deep meditation, no longer paying attention to the outside world.

This guy, is he really that "good at taking losses"?

But the next second, he ruthlessly nipped the idea in the bud.

If you don't know Ang, you might be deceived by his composed appearance.

But he knew this madman too well.

If he had been the one who lost just now, Ang would never have hesitated for even a second.

That madman will mercilessly crush his body, extract his soul, and put it into a specially made glass bottle.

As a fine trophy, it was placed in the most prominent position in the laboratory, where it was admired and played with day and night.

This is the law of the wizarding world: there is no mercy, only the domination of the victor over the vanquished.

But Dago was not afraid of him. If they fought again, he would only become Dago's whetstone, and once defeated, he would be defeated forever. Since ancient times, how many people have been able to overcome the demons in their hearts?

What's more, he was facing a wizard with cheat codes.

As the portion of soul power that had been stripped away was completely digested, the phantom behind Dago underwent a qualitative change.

"Hiss—"

A silent roar exploded deep within everyone's soul.

The phantom of the Despairing Winter Dragon, representing the despair of the past, swelled in size, and its previously somewhat blurry outline became instantly clear and vivid.

The dragon's head danced wildly in the void, each scale shimmering with a chilling light that captivated the soul.

Its enormous body almost filled the entire height of the platform, casting large, suffocating shadows.

The illusory souls manifested by the other geniuses on the field trembled and paled in comparison before this former overlord, like lizards before a dragon.

Dead silence.

A long period of deathly silence.

The onlookers, as if they had been choked, only caught their breath at this moment.

Immediately following was a deafening roar.

"Buzzing—"

The initial whispers quickly escalated into a thunderous roar.

Countless gazes, like searchlights, were fixed on Dago.

It was no longer the sympathy and pity of before, nor was there any contempt or schadenfreude.

Instead, there was amazement, awe, undisguised envy, and deep admiration.

This is the authority that power brings.

This is the glory that the victor deserves.

Those who had initially believed Dago was doomed were now wavering.

He actually walked half of this doomed path, paved with thorns and blood.

The finish line seemed within reach.

If only the arrangements to come were even slightly fairer, even if it was just a little bit of breathing room...

"boom!"

A deafening explosion ruthlessly shattered all naive fantasies.

"boom!"

Then comes the second tone.

"boom!"

A third loud bang followed immediately, like three heavy hammers falling from the sky, slamming into everyone's hearts.

Three thick blue beams of light shot into the sky, tearing apart the clouds that had just calmed down.

The heated discussion came to an abrupt halt, as if it had been instantly severed by a sharp pair of scissors.

Everyone's gaze turned stiffly to those three directions.

Three figures slowly emerged from the dazzling pillar of light.

As the golden figure wearing a crown and holding a staff and longbow, the sacred and majestic white palace, and the black tentacle shadows filled with a strong sense of foreboding converged on the high platform from three different directions, all sounds ceased.

With each step, the light in the world dimmed a little more.

The light dimmed rapidly, as if invisible dark clouds were quickly spreading from three sides in the same direction.

heavy.

It was a heavy, oppressive feeling that made even breathing difficult.

The wizards watching stared wide-eyed, but no sound came out.

This is no longer what is meant by a "test".

This was a complete and utter execution.

On the platform, Dago slowly raised his head.

His expression remained calm, his blue crystal eyes reflecting the three figures that resembled gods and demons.

Michael of the Jade Court.

Psionic Dawn Gale.

Chaos Secret Society Vicki.

In this gathering of geniuses, everyone unanimously agrees that these three are the most powerful.

Their background, reputation, strength, and heritage are all superior to all other geniuses in every aspect.

They are the top tier within the top tier.

They are true geniuses standing tall in the clouds; any one of them, taken individually, is qualified to claim the top spot.

And now.

They will join forces to completely end the bloody legacy of Isidore that belongs to Dago!