Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"【Fearless Sprint】!"

With a roar that tore through the air, the void trembled violently.

The white palace phantom trembled, the winged unicorn raised its head and neighed, the sound waves visibly distorting the surrounding air, and the flapping of its wings stirred up a white-gold storm.

Gale's pores were radiating a blinding glow, and countless defensive runes on his magnificent knight's armor moved wildly like activated circuits.

The dense white light compressed rapidly in front of him, instantly condensing into a semi-ethereal circular light shield that seemed capable of blocking everything.

The next instant, Dago's fist arrived.

There are no fancy tracks, only pure and extreme violent aesthetics.

The moment the fist made contact with the light shield, time seemed to stand still for a microsecond.

"boom!"

The fighting platform let out a mournful cry of despair, unable to bear the strain any longer.

Like a meteorite burning with white flames, it crashed down with a devastating force.

The hard, enchanted rock ground instantly cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions. Most of the fighting platform was reduced to dust by this attack.

Smoke and dust rose into the air like a mushroom cloud, obscuring everyone's view.

Only the raging air currents continued to rage, swirling the debris towards the surrounding protective barrier and creating ripples of blue light.

At the eye of the storm, Dago stood silently.

He remained expressionless, his breathing rate unchanged, as he slowly raised his right hand and lightly touched his brow with his index finger.

Deep within his mind, the shriek from "Psionic Dawn" churned at his nerves like steel needles.

That was an impact that directly affected the soul.

Wizard battles are never just physical clashes, but also a strangulation of the spirit and will.

But he simply suppressed the agitation coldly, like crushing a worm trying to burrow into his brain.

The smoke and dust were roughly brushed aside by a hand encased in iron armor.

Gail staggered out, her steps unsteady.

That once handsome, marble-like face, which had captivated countless female students, was now covered in dust, like a statue fallen from its pedestal.

Her meticulously combed blonde hair was now disheveled like withered grass, and even stained with a few strands of blood.

The winged unicorn beneath him let out a mournful cry, swaying and its radiant wings dimming.

Gail lowered her head in disbelief, staring intently at the center of the breastplate.

Where the family's emblem of honor was once engraved, now stands a shocking fist-shaped mark.

The cracks in the dented area still emitted a faint "crackling" sound, as if mocking this so-called absolute defense.

"you……"

Gail took a deep breath, a burning pain shooting through her lungs.

The disdain in his eyes finally faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He was about to speak when a metallic, sweet taste choked his throat.

"Click—"

A crisp sound rang out in the air—the boom of a super-fast movement tearing through the sound barrier.

Before he could finish speaking, Gail's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

In sight, Dago's figure vanished into thin air, leaving only a blurry afterimage that slowly dissipated.

Danger!

A deadly sense of crisis surged through Gail's spine like an electric current, and almost instinctively, she placed her right hand on her heart.

Secret Technique: Ripples on the Lake of the Heart.

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The world seemed to be slowed down.

Transparent ripples, like waves on water, spread from his heart, making the surrounding space viscous like glue.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to be forcibly slowed down dozens of times.

In Gale's black-and-white, slow-motion vision, an extremely blurry, pitch-black figure was violently tearing through layers of ripples.

It was a black dragon that had emerged from the abyss, charging straight down at him with a suffocating sense of oppression.

There's no escaping it.

Since we can't avoid it, let's crush it!

A resolute glint flashed in Gail's eyes, and his gaze instantly became as firm and unwavering as a rock.

Even if it means death, the knight will never retreat a single step!

The three-meter-long heavy lance in his hand suddenly trembled.

The dense runes on the gun body lit up instantly like electrified neon lights, and the flames spewed from the gun tip were three feet long, so hot that they distorted the void.

Above his head, beams of holy light descended from the void, like divine punishment, enveloping his entire body.

The terrifying power accumulated to its peak in a tenth of a second.

Gale held his lance out to the sides, and his powerful aura of magic condensed wildly.

On the gun barrel, it seemed as if a magnificent temple had truly risen, with the phantoms of gods chanting within it.

The winged unicorn beneath him silently raised its front hooves, man and horse becoming one.

He transformed into a white comet, determined to burn everything, and clashed fiercely with the dark shadow of death!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

This is not the clanging of metal, but the head-on collision of two mountain peaks.

Inside the platform space, a series of deafening explosions echoed.

Two domineering and unparalleled forces were tearing and entangled wildly in mid-air.

The phantom of the white palace was holy and majestic, while the enormous black shadow was eerie and profound.

Light and darkness intertwine in this moment, creating a chaotic dance of death.

The wizards watching stared wide-eyed, but could barely make out the figures of either of them.

The location of the battle could only be determined by the swirling spatial folds and the constantly exploding shockwaves in the void.

At that moment of intense climax.

A sickening scream, like a baby crying, suddenly pierced the edge of the battlefield.

Vickery stood in the shadows, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

Behind him, the magical clone known as the "Mother of Impurity" was writhing wildly.

The bloated mass of flesh had many legs and eyes, and countless slippery tentacles lashed in the air, emitting a nauseating stench.

A string of purple spheres had appeared in Viktor's hand without his knowledge.

Its shape is bizarre, resembling a live octopus covered in eyes, or a bunch of purple grapes just pulled from a rotting corpse.

The viscous liquid dripped from between his fingers, making a sizzling, corrosive sound as it hit the ground.

Vickery's eyes were as cold as a snake, and he chanted strange and inexplicable incantations rapidly, each syllable sounding like a curse squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Pfft!"

He suddenly crushed the "purple grapes" in his hand.

One by one they shattered, splattering out a disgusting and highly toxic unidentified liquid.

Instead of falling to the ground, the juices seemed to have a life of their own, and were all greedily devoured by the [Mother of Impurity] behind them.

"vomit--"

The monster's abdomen swelled violently, and then its mouth opened wide.

One by one, palm-sized purple triangular runes were spat out.

They trembled in the air, emitting a buzzing sound like the flapping of fly wings, carrying an extremely vicious curse.

As if they had smelled blood, the piranhas frantically and actively chased after the dark figure in the center of the battlefield.

Of the three, only Michael did not participate in the battle.

She simply stood quietly in the distance, her gaze indifferent, as if everything happening before her had nothing to do with her, or as if she were assessing the value of each person.

The fierce battle continued at a breathtaking pace, so fast that onlookers forgot to breathe.

until--

A crisp sound, like glass shattering.

The rapid chanting of the incantation by Vicki stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his neck.

This scene was etched onto everyone's retinas.

In the void, the majestic white palace phantom collapsed as if its spine had been removed, turning into countless specks of light.

A figure was flung away like a kite with a broken string by an overwhelming force.

"Bang!"

He crashed heavily into the energy shield at the edge of the platform, creating violent blue ripples, before sliding down like a puddle of mud.

It's Gale.

He knelt on one knee, gripping his broken lance tightly with one hand and clutching his chest with the other.

Blood was no longer coughing up, but gushing out from between his fingers, mouth, and nose like a tap had been turned on, staining the ground beneath him red.

His magnificent armor was now tattered, and his once proud head was buried between his shoulders. His golden hair was disheveled and covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

The entire room fell silent.

Lost?

Gale, who was known for his unparalleled defense among his peers, was defeated head-on like that?

However, before everyone could recover from their shock, a furious shout from Viktor rang out from the other side of the platform.

"Get away! Don't come any closer!"

Looking up, I saw that Viktor was being forced to retreat frantically by a figure, staggering and completely lacking in composure.

In the void, countless purple triangles, like locusts, swept across the area under Vickery's control, covering the figure from all sides.

Each rune contains a curse power powerful enough to drive a full-fledged wizard insane.

But the figure neither dodged nor avoided.

A force field, barely perceptible to the naked eye, surged around him; it was a powerful aura formed by the high-speed friction between pure physical strength and magical particles.

The purple runes collided with it, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound, but they couldn't stop his progress in the slightest.

The void was compressed into layers of folds in front of this figure, who was like a human-shaped blade, ruthlessly breaking through the multiple force fields in front of Vickery.

Holding the ancient black book, Vichi chanted in a rapid, indistinct voice, a primal struggle in the face of death.

The [Unclean Mother] spell clone in front of him suddenly expanded, its sheep-like body covered in countless large and small bloodshot eyes that swirled wildly, releasing a chaotic mental shock.

Countless tentacles danced wildly in the void, attempting to weave together the last line of defense.

The ominous atmosphere was so intense it was suffocating.

Sudden--

Dago's figure was already close to Vic's nose.

The overwhelming stench of blood and the oppressive feeling made Vicki feel as if he were facing an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It was as if a balloon had been punctured by a steel needle.

The figure shrouded in countless purple triangular symbols vanished abruptly, and everything belonging to the [Mother of Impurity] shattered like an illusion.

There were no screams, only a thick plume of black smoke rising into the air.

next second.

With his face as pale as paper, Viktor stumbled and fell a dozen meters away.

In less than half a breath, Viktor's energy rapidly waned.

His back was hunched, and he looked as if all his marrow had been drained. He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to hold the heavy black book. The book slipped to the ground with a dull thud.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the center of the battlefield.

In those cold, resentful eyes, only one emotion remained at that moment.

Shocked.

And an unconcealable, deep-seated horror.