Wizard Immortal

Chapter 188 Fighting

A faint sound came from the surroundings.

A long passageway, with two rows of small trees dividing the road into three lanes, each with its own distinct radiance.

At the very front of the road, an ancient and magnificent stone tablet stood, emitting a faint golden glow that illuminated the surrounding area.

"Looks like it's not enough."

Looking at the faint light on the stone tablet, Myrd turned around, a sinister smile spreading across his blood-stained face: "That's right, I've already reached the Transformation stage. The soul of a mere ordinary formal wizard is still a bit inferior to mine."

"Fortunately, I still have you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he focused his gaze on the apprentices in the corner. With a flick of his hand, a blood-red blade flashed, like a crescent moon, illuminating the surrounding area with a blood-red light.

boom!!

The sound of flesh and blood exploding echoed from the spot.

The head of the one-armed apprentice flew far away from where he stood, and most of his flesh and blood exploded, looking like clumps of bloody mud, splattering in all directions.

Before the other apprentices could react, several more blood-red blade lights flashed, and several ear-piercing roars rang out. One by one, vibrant lives exploded, and the life force contained in their bodies was absorbed by the blood-red scimitars, making them look even more eerie.

what! !

In the blink of an eye, half of the eight apprentices who had been brought in had been killed by Myrdor, leaving only four hiding in a corner, trembling as they watched this scene.

"No, don't come any closer!!"

A female apprentice in a white robe watched this scene with madness. Her once clean white robe was now soaked with splattered blood, and she looked completely bloodied.

As she watched Myrdor approaching from afar, her eyes flashed with madness and fear, as if she had seen the demon she feared most, and her whole body trembled.

Trembling, she suddenly sprang up and walked directly into the passageway ahead.

Behind him, watching her figure, Myrdor observed her movements with interest, but simply stood still, showing no intention of stopping her.

Driven by fear, the female apprentice panicked and ran madly down the rightmost path.

She kept moving forward, and as she walked, wisps of black energy wrapped around her body, enveloping her entire form. Yet, she seemed oblivious to it and continued running forward at high speed.

Finally, in the middle of the road, a golden flame emerged from her body, appearing as if it were burning from within, slowly enveloping her entire form.

Ahhhhh! !! !!

The heart-wrenching screams echoed in everyone's hearts. They were not real voices, but the voices of the souls from the depths of their souls. Each scream made one's soul tremble, and one could clearly feel the other's pain.

"The result is the same anyway, so I might as well just stand here and let me finish this quickly."

Seeing the fate of the female apprentice, Myrd chuckled, then turned his gaze to the last few apprentices.

These were the last three apprentices, including Andrew and Cisti.

"She has already made her choice, so what are you going to choose?"

As he spoke, Myrdor sneered and walked directly toward Andrew. He raised his right arm, which was holding a knife, and a blood-red blade of light emerged from the spacious area, accompanied by a chilling wind, and slashed down.

If this strike were to hit, the same fate as the previous few people would immediately befall them.

Wow!!

A crisp sound of a sword being drawn suddenly came from behind, bringing with it a strong gust of wind that stung the skin, as if it had been struck by a powerful weapon.

bump!!

In the nick of time, Myrdor's body moved violently, and the curved blade that was about to strike back immediately turned to block in the direction from which the sword wind came, and then a violent metallic clang was heard.

A deafening roar echoed from the spot, and a tremendous force came from behind, slamming him against the golden wall in front of him, spilling crimson blood everywhere.

This is far from the end.

Seeing his attack blocked, a handsome young man in a black robe rushed over, his black hair flying, and arcs of electricity flickering on his dark longsword. Stimulated by magic, the arcs exploded continuously, mixing with the life energy of the great knight, and struck down fiercely.

Boom!

It sounded like metal clashing against metal, producing a crisp, hard clang. Just as Adir's longsword was about to strike Meldor, a crimson light swiftly appeared, blocking Adir's descending sword.

Although this streak of blood-red light appeared thin, it was actually harder than the hardest steel in the world. After it collided with the solid longsword, the layers of light on it were constantly weakened, but they remained firm and stubbornly protected the opponent's body from damage.

"A defensive spell has been solidified!"

Seeing the effect of his attack, Adir suddenly had this idea in his mind, and then he retreated sharply without any hesitation.

boom!!!

A huge, blood-red arm slammed down onto the ground, creating a dent more than a meter deep in the golden floor.

"A sneaky bug!!"

Myrdor's skin instantly turned blood red, his bulging muscles making him look like a small red giant. Blood-red ravines bulged on his body, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying. He then charged madly towards Adir, wielding a blood-red scimitar.

He stretched out his left palm and held a knife in his right hand, his body shrouded in a blood-red force field. He leaped up and slashed down diagonally, seemingly about to cut Adir in two.

The sounds of clashing swords echoed continuously in the same spot.

Facing the charging, fierce giant, Adir showed no fear. All the life energy of a great knight erupted from his body, causing his heart to pound loudly, a sound that could be clearly heard even from more than ten meters away.

The seed of life burst forth, releasing both magical power and life energy to empower Adir, enabling him to charge towards Meldor.

A silver barrier was unleashed, appearing all over Adir's body without leaving a single blind spot.

This is a solidified distortion barrier, and its power has been maximized under Adir's full activation. Even the blood-red shield on the opponent, Myrd, has materialized, and its protective power has reached the maximum achievable at this moment.

Holding the black longsword in his right hand, he ignored the blood-red curved blade coming at him and thrust it directly at the opponent's heart, using the most ferocious fighting style from the start.

Like a sharp object striking the ground, two different soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously, and the protective force fields around the two formal wizards began to ripple and waver.

Suddenly, Adir caught the opponent's crimson scimitar with one hand, and the longsword that Adir thrust at the opponent was also blocked by the opponent's force field, failing to break through the last layer of protection.

boom!!

Almost simultaneously, the two began to move, their free left hands striking out at the same time, slamming into each other and creating faint ripples in the force field around them.

A spark suddenly ignited, and Adir lunged forward, slamming his opponent's body against the wall. Then, points of activity ignited on his defensive silver-white force field, and a layer of fire energy particles emerged, directly igniting flames on his body surface.

The next moment, a sudden, powerful force came from in front of him, as if a high-speed train had suddenly crashed into him. The force of that instant sent Adir flying more than ten meters away, until he crashed into the wall behind him, leaving a deep dent before coming to a stop.

"You damned bug!!!"

Heavy footsteps came from ahead. At the spot where they had clashed earlier, Myrdor's muscles were bulging, his veins were dilated, and a bloody smell combined with his violent and domineering aura made him awe-inspiring.

He walked forward step by step, his massive body leaving a shallow footprint on the ground with each step, like a tall, blood-red giant charging toward Adir.

The next moment, another confrontation began.

A series of silver sword winds and blood-red blade lights intertwined, constantly flashing along with the solidified defensive spells on the two figures. As the ground clashed repeatedly, it also created numerous dents.

Their movements were so fierce, their swords so fast, and their fighting so frenzied that the few surviving apprentices on the other side were dumbfounded, trembling with fear, and unable to muster the slightest courage to face them.

"Is this really human power...?"

Watching the battle unfold in the distance, a surviving female apprentice in black robes stood there, stunned, muttering to herself, "This level of power, even among formal wizards, is not something everyone can possess."

Looking at the scene in the distance that resembled a demolition site, Andrew felt a flicker of fear and unease, and he couldn't help but touch his neck.

A faint bloodstain had appeared on his neck, caused by the force of the opponent's curved blade.

If he had been any later, his entire neck would have separated from his body without any mishap.

"I never imagined he'd come this far."

Andrew struggled to his feet and walked to Sisti's side, looking at Adir's faint figure in the distance with a complicated expression.

They originally thought that it was already incredible that Adir, at his current age, could be promoted to a formal wizard, and that his strength could not compare with that of veteran formal wizards. Unexpectedly, he gave them another big surprise this time.

The wizard named Myrdor was clearly beyond the level of an ordinary formal wizard. In addition, as a blood wizard, he was powerful in combat and was definitely much stronger than an ordinary formal wizard.

But even with such a powerful wizard, Adir was able to hold his own against him and did not fall into a disadvantageous position.

The power displayed by both sides alone clearly surpasses that of ordinary formal wizards.

bump!!

A crisp cracking sound rang out from the spot.

Under a golden glow, Adir swiftly extended his left hand, grabbing the arm holding the scimitar before his opponent could react. Then, with a fierce flick of his right hand, the black longsword in his hand emitted a low, mournful sound as it struck the opponent's neck.

The crimson shield lit up again, its layers of blood-red light shimmering and weakening the life energy attached to Adir's longsword layer by layer. However, it ultimately failed to withstand the attack and was shattered by Adir in the most direct way.

boom!!

With his solidified innate spell shattered, Myrd's mind froze for a moment, and his consciousness was momentarily stunned. Adir seized the opportunity and punched him directly in the chest, sending his giant-like body flying. A deep fist mark was left on his chest, through which flesh and blood could be seen.

After hitting his opponent, Adir did not hesitate at all and immediately rushed forward again. Silver spots kept appearing on the longsword in his right hand, turning into visible sword light, and he slashed down fiercely at his opponent.

If this sword strikes, the opponent's head will be severed instantly, rendering even the strongest vitality useless.

The clanging of swords clashing rang out again, followed by a spray of blood and scattered pebbles, making the two figures standing in the center appear utterly isolated.

When the splattered blood landed, this scene appeared on the spot.

Adir's face was pale, the silver force field around his body disappeared, and a deep knife wound appeared on his chest, from which blood continued to flow uncontrollably.

Before him, Myrdor, his red robe tattered, stood tall and motionless before Adir, a blood-red scimitar in his hand.

However, a broken black sword blade was stuck straight into his heart in his chest, and a hideous head had fallen to the ground, blood flowing continuously from the severed neck. Combined with the corpse that was as tall as a small giant, it looked exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

Standing there, Adir gasped for breath, feeling intense pain throughout his body, accompanied by a mental anguish.

This is a backlash caused by the destruction of a solidified innate spell. It is extremely damaging to a newly promoted formal wizard, and it will take a long time to recover the damage to his mental sea.

For a long time afterward, at least until the damage to the mental sea is fully recovered, this talent spell cannot be used again, otherwise it will make the damage to the mental sea even more serious.

With a gentle pull of his arm, the headless corpse in front of him tilted backward, crashing into the ground with a heavy thud.

As the blood was being distributed, the headless corpse began to change. Its bulging muscles and dilated blood vessels began to return to their original state, and it reverted to its previous appearance as a thin wizard.

After glancing at the headless corpse on the ground, Adir turned and looked towards the corner.

The three apprentices, including Andrew and Sisti, were still there and had not run away during the previous battle.

Of course, this was actually because there was no way to escape. Lacking the token and without the mental power of a formal wizard, these apprentices had no chance of leaving this ruin.

(End of this chapter)