Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Click click click—"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound rang out in the arena.

At the very center of the platform space, Dago stretched out his body, and the great dragon of his spine snapped like a bowstring, emitting a thunderous roar.

The black light of the runes belonging to the physical body's magic seal [Cold Element] surged and boiled between his muscles like viscous oil.

The purple triangular symbols attached to its body surface, like parasites encountering a natural enemy, kept drying up, curling up, and then falling off helplessly.

Even more cursed power was forced out of the pores by the domineering black light within the body, turning into foul-smelling purple smoke and dissipating.

As the last wisp of purple peeled away, "Boom!"

An ancient, savage, and domineering aura emanated from Dage, rising like smoke and stirring the surrounding still air.

Two enormous, mysterious orbs of light emerged from the fallen Gale and Vicky, like two fish drawn by a current, and instantly disappeared into Dago's body.

Those were spoils of war, but also fuel for climbing to higher levels.

In an instant, the phantom of the soul behind Dago expanded again, and the enormous shadow continued to grow, rising rapidly like the night sky, swallowing the light, and in the blink of an eye, it covered most of the platform in the sky.

In the shadows, the dormant phantom of the despairing winter dragon seemed to awaken, the sound of its scales rubbing together like the clang of metal.

It spews out icy currents of air that are barely perceptible to the naked eye, and two colossal eyes of the abyss pierce through the mist, their gazes falling upon everything in their path.

It was the noble and holy crowned goddess, and below her stood Michael with an indifferent expression.

"Next..."

Dago felt his soul power surge again, rapidly washing away the traces of the curse power released by Vichie, like a raging tsunami. Every inch of his spirit body was cheering with joy.

His long hair, a blend of dark blue and pure black, fluttered slightly, with tiny ice crystals condensing at the ends. He looked at Michael in the distance and said in a low voice, "It's your turn."

At that moment, countless onlookers fell into a momentary silence.

Only the sound of rapid breathing rose and fell in the deathly silent stands.

It's hard to imagine that the battle, which was originally one-sided, would take such a dramatic turn in such a short period of time.

Every time they thought Dago was going to fail, every time they felt that figure from the remote place was about to fall.

But soon, he will reveal new cards.

He has so many trump cards that it seems impossible to unravel them all, like a bottomless black hole that swallows all doubts and ridicule.

When the Battle of Isidore first began, everyone predicted that Dago would fall, but their predictions were repeatedly overturned, until now...

He was truly only "one step away" from the final battle.

"Two of the last three poles have been removed, leaving only Michael."

An old wizard gripped the armrest of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. "Even if Michael is stronger than Gale and Vickers, all three of them are at the top level of formal wizards. Even if he is stronger, the difference is probably limited."

Someone murmured, their voice hoarse: "Dago might... really be going to be the last one standing."

"A prodigy in the mid-stage of the third ring, the true successor to Isidor, and an unprecedented achiever of the Bloodbath."

The thought of so many titles bestowed upon one person makes many people tremble slightly, a primal awe of the power about to be born.

No one could have predicted this would happen. The name Dago Heca rose like a comet, rampaging through everything in its path, shining brightly, and was about to truly transform into the sun!

The key point is that he has not yet truly reached the pinnacle of a third-ring wizard, and there is still enormous room for improvement. After this battle, the resources of the wizarding world will be tilted towards him.

Who knows how high this monster will grow in the future?

The southern wizarding world may be about to witness a "legend," and they...

They were all witnesses to the beginning of this "legend"!

Are these people dreaming?

The Jade Court's residence, like an isolated floating island, stands out from the surrounding hustle and bustle.

As the young wizard Fink listened to the faint discussions and expectations of the southern wizards about Dago, a sneer of extreme disdain curled at the corner of his mouth.

He lightly flicked his fingernails, as if brushing away non-existent dust.

"To compare their southern bumpkins to Prince Michael? In this battle, all the wizards they consider 'geniuses' combined, could they even compare to a single finger of Prince Michael?"

"It's not that exaggerated, Fink... There are indeed some strong young people in the South this year."

The silver-haired witch Emily, standing to the side, had a deep, unfathomable gaze as she turned her eyes to the noble, aloof, and unapproachable figure on the central platform in the distance.

She spoke softly, "However, the backward and ignorant wizards of the South really should reshape their understanding of genius and wizards."

She paused, her tone carrying a sense of superiority that only those in the inner circle could understand.

"They have no idea what Her Highness Michael's purpose was in giving up her qualification to compete in the Central Region and coming to the South to participate in this game personally. Her Highness has the ambition of a born king, and those who suppress, ostracize, and try every means to defeat her will regret it sooner or later..."

The group of Emerald Court wizards surrounding the silver-haired witch, upon hearing these words, wore solemn expressions, like pilgrims, their eyes revealing an almost fanatical look.

As Michael's followers, they were the group most aware of Michael's talent and strength.

So far, Michael's display of power in the southern wizarding world is merely the tip of the iceberg, not even a warm-up.

Soon, they will know just how high and insurmountable the wizard on the stage, named Dago Heca, is about to face.

Above them, Tracy sat on the Crimson Lotus Cane, her legs swaying gently, her red shoes tracing tedious arcs in the air.

She frowned slightly and muttered, "Given Michael's personality, he'll probably offer to recruit her after defeating that guy..."

"Damn it, are the two people I hate most going to get together?"

Tracy seemed to have no doubt about the outcome of the upcoming battle.

As Michael's followers said, the southern wizards had no idea how big the gap was between a top-tier central wizard in terms of bloodline, identity, lineage, and so on, and their southern wizards.

So far, Michael hasn't even shown his usual "normal combat form."

"You really surprised me a lot..."

On the platform, the wind pressure created visible ripples between the two people.

Michael stood at roughly the same height as Dago, and his expression and posture seemed not much different from when the two first met.

Whether it was Dago's instantaneous crushing of Gale's rage or his ruthless counterattack against Vicky, all the powerful and incredible methods he displayed along the way, defeating one opponent after another, did not seem to cause Michael any emotional fluctuations.

It was as if all of this was nothing more than a farce on stage.

"I admit I misjudged you a bit."

Michael gazed calmly at Dago, and a strange light finally shone in his eyes, which seemed to contain the stars and the sea—the light of a hunter seeing a rare prey.

She spoke softly, her voice not loud, yet clearly overwhelming the entire room: "Perhaps we can renegotiate the terms... You have already earned some of my respect."

Feeling Michael's gaze, which was ostensibly "appreciative and admiring" but was still condescending, Dago smiled.

He shook his head, his gesture dismissive and casual. "But you haven't earned my respect yet."

The moment the words fell.

He suddenly stretched out his body, and his bones cracked and popped.

Her long hair danced wildly behind her without wind, like a battle flag.

An immense aura emanated from him, spreading outwards like a nuclear explosion, crushing the rubble on the ground into dust, and relentlessly engulfing Michael.

The brilliant band of light belonging to the "Isidore Archon Legacy" reappeared around him, shimmering and carrying a breathtaking energy fluctuation.

At this moment, I am so close to truly grasping it.

Dago began to stroll toward Michael.

With each step, a thick layer of black ice formed on the ground beneath their feet.

Ancient frost surged from his body in layers, and water molecules in the air instantly condensed, turning into countless icicles.

The surge in soul power compensated for the previous depletion of his mental energy. One percent of the Despair Winter Dragon bloodline surged and roared in his veins, and the fully activated [Blue Demon Body] shimmered with a jade-like luster.

His abilities in both the magical and physical realms were displayed without reservation.

At this moment, Dago is at his true peak, a walking humanoid Old One.

One ice spell after another was automatically summoned around him, swirling and dancing like a royal guard.

Dago's pace quickened, from a slow walk to a brisk walk, and finally transformed into a thunderous roar.

In his dark blue eyes, Michael's unwavering figure was reflected, and the distance between them rapidly shrank.

ten meters.

five meters.

Dago's figure gradually transformed into a blurry shadow, freezing the void wherever he passed.

As the thick, cold frost trembled and rose like a vast ocean, transforming into a colossal wave that devoured the heavens and earth, it swept fiercely toward Michael's figure. Dago's voice also echoed softly in this frozen field, carrying a chilling aura.

"Honestly, I'm really curious."

"You after you've shed that glamorous and aloof exterior."

"What's left, really?"

Michael remained expressionless in the face of this attack that seemed capable of freezing one's soul.

She watched the rolling frost approach without even a tremor in her eyelashes, and spoke calmly, her tone as indifferent as a god.

"You can give it a try."

After speaking, she slowly raised her right hand, the movement as elegant as if she were fixing her makeup.

A slender, fair finger gently touched her smooth, full forehead.

On his forehead, the complex, mysterious and exquisite golden rune mark was like a sleeping sun being awakened, shining brightly in an instant!