Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

In an instant, countless dazzling lights surrounded it, each one flashing rapidly, looking like magnificent eyes, followed immediately—

They all shot out narrow beams of deep blue-purple light, instantly weaving a magical cage of interwoven starlight in the field.

"boom--"

The middle-aged man with the brass pocket watch embedded in his eye and the other wizard wielding the thorny ring spell were caught off guard and their bodies were instantly pierced by the crisscrossing starlight.

No defensive measures could be effectively implemented, and the external energy protective field was as flimsy as paper.

Undine was in a slightly safer position within the group. Most of Zeflin's sudden burst of attacks was blocked by the other two, so she did not fall immediately and survived safely under Zeflin's "StarNet".

"The gap is too big."

Undine gripped her staff tightly, a wave of helplessness washing over her.

The Thorn Ring is merely a small branch of the "Omnipotent Ring," and its lineage is far inferior to that of the Starry Sky School. Moreover, these so-called Tower Masters were not considered outstanding geniuses in the "Omnipotent Ring" back then.

Given these two factors combined, it's not surprising that there's such a large gap between the three and Zeflin.

Undine believed that if their top genius from the "Omnipotent Ring" were to arrive, Zeflin would feel a similar sense of powerlessness.

But no matter what, she still has to give it her all until this battle is over.

Undine put away her staff, replacing it with a thick book of rock crystals.

She murmured a spell, the sound of which caused the pages to turn, creating a strange resonance. Soft light emanated from between Undine and the crystal pages.

Soon, energy surged, and huge, crystal-like rock fragments rose from the void, stretching out forward from Undine's feet like unfolding fish scales.

The rock fragments interlocked and clashed, releasing a powerful and imposing aura, like countless sharp axes slashing towards Zefferin.

Faced with Undine's last resort, Zeflin's face remained completely expressionless.

He began to stroll towards Undine, surrounded by countless stars, the beams of starlight arranged in an orderly fashion around him—

It unfolds like wings, colliding with crystalline rock fragments and cutting out countless shattered, fluttering light butterflies.

Zeflin stared intently at Undine, a slight smile gradually curving his lips, a hint of admiration and appreciation on his face. He seemed to break Undine's spell much faster as well.

"That kid is incredibly rude."

At the edge of the silver metal platform, a tower master-level wizard who was close to Undine frowned upon seeing Zeflin's expression and posture. His spiritual power surged, and he couldn't help but want to step in and stop him.

But he was stopped by a single glance from the First Tower Master, Manuel.

"Undine is no longer a little girl; she knows her place, and besides—"

Manuel glanced at the location of the Dawn Wizards of the Astral School and said calmly, "Zeflin had better really dare to be rude in front of everyone."

Everyone was taken aback, as if they had realized something, but their emotions quickly stabilized.

At this moment, Zefrin was almost inside Undine's safe spellcasting area. Undine, who had been concentrating on chanting spells with her eyes slightly lowered, also stopped chanting and slowly closed the Book of Rock Crystal in her hand.

She raised her head, looked calmly at Zeflin, and said, "I concede."

Zeflin's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer immediately. He just kept walking and continued forward a distance under the starlight.

Undine frowned slightly at his behavior. Zeflin noticed the hint of displeasure on Undine's face and was about to speak, "I..."

However, at that moment, a cold and indifferent voice fell from the sky like a sharp blade of ice.

"What do you want to do?!"

The sound appeared so abruptly that no one had anticipated it.

Along with the sound, a terrifying golden shadow, hot and twisted, descended from the sky!

"Rip—"

The vast, silvery-white metal platform, the void pulsating with energy, was visually cleaved in two like a transparent sheet of cloth by this golden shadow.

Zefrin's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, all the countless star eyes surrounding him shone brightly, and countless beams of starlight emerged, weaving a dense cage of starlight that completely obscured Zefrin's figure.

The dense aura and energy of the magic domain formed an indestructible magical star cage, which even the combined attacks of Undine and her two companions could not shake before it.

At this moment, under the whip of this twisted golden shadow, beams of light that made up the star cage broke apart one after another, and the magnificent and stable star cage shattered directly.

Zeflin retreated rapidly, his golden shadow following him relentlessly, shattering several intertwined clusters of starlight before slowly receding.

The rapidly changing battle situation stunned all the onlookers. When they turned their gazes toward the direction from which the sounds and spells came, their expressions were completely frozen in shock.

Undine saw the figure standing in the outline of the sun, with a slightly distorted glow emanating from the edges of its body, and her vision blurred for a moment.

Zeflin stared intently at the newcomer, his tightly furrowed brows quickly relaxing, and then his eyes shone with a dazzling light as he uttered the name he had long awaited—

"Dago Heca, you've finally shown up!"

High in the sky, countless gazes, some shocked, some bewildered, some joyful, and some excited, converged on a tall, handsome young man who stood quietly.

His gaze calmly swept across several locations in the void, then he stepped onto the imaginary stairs and walked step by step towards the silver-white metal platform.

The pure black robe with silver trim fluttered slightly; who else could it be but Dago, who had just arrived?

"Dago...Dago is back!"

"Is this Dagger, the youngest genius chief in the history of my South?"

"Dago Heca~"

A buzzing commotion arose in the arena, and all eyes were focused on Dago.

On the other side of the Dharma Ring, after a brief moment of joy, many tower masters frowned again, their brows revealing deep worry.

On the other hand, the Astrology School's group of miracle wizards, led by Frant, all wore smiles.

"Good, very good!"

The brief commotion was silenced by Zeflin's loud laughter.

Starlight, ten times more dazzling than before, rose from the center of the arena, a stark contrast to its previous refined and gentle appearance—

Since Dago's arrival, Zeflin has been like a bright pearl that has been completely released from its box, shining brightly; or like a starlight sword that has been fully drawn from its sheath in the night, revealing its sharpness.

His robes billowed, his eyes blazed, and he raised his radiant amethyst staff high, laughing as he met Dago above him with an unparalleled, powerful, and confident air.

"I have challenged all previous Southern Wizards' top seed, and only lost to one person from five previous years!"

"Dago Heca, I've heard that your ice magic is unparalleled among your peers, and you're known as the strongest in the southern wizarding world, second only to the miracle."

"Today I'll see if your halos are as dazzling as the rumors suggest."

Zeflin's confident and fervent demeanor moved almost everyone in the audience.

He was completely different from when he fought Undine and the other two; it was as if Zeflin at this moment was the real Zeflin.

The last disciple of the Five Rings Wizard Rona, and the most outstanding and dazzling disciple of the Star School in the past five hundred years!

however.

Zeflin's aura only lasted for a moment before it was ruthlessly suppressed by an even more powerful and domineering aura.

In everyone's sight, Dago, standing high in the sky, suddenly radiated a light that was almost comparable to that of the miracle wizards in the arena!

Brighter than the sun, it distorted vast swathes of void and light, and a massive pale golden force field suddenly spread out.

Amidst the trembling and shaking of a certain armlet, Dago's cold voice fell from the sky, resounding throughout the heavens.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to challenge my ice magic?!"