The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 125 Light Magic

Despite Wes's incredible strength, he seemed somewhat powerless against Makarov's superhuman physique.

When their fists collided, the rock fist shattered with a deafening roar, sending fragments flying like a miniature meteor shower, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Makarov gave his opponent no chance to breathe, opening his palm to grab Wes.

Faced with such a threat, Wes refused to back down and shouted, "You are not Buddha, and I am not Sun Wukong!"

Wes roared, and what surged around him was no longer ordinary flames, but swirling black flames, eerie and powerful, scorching and distorting the air, as if the gates of hell had been opened, releasing an ominous aura.

Makarov immediately realized the danger of this raging fire and dared not underestimate it, so he quickly adjusted his tactics.

The hand that was originally intended to capture Wes was suddenly pulled back, and instead, a palm strike was launched out from the air.

This palm strike, imbued with his life's work, generated a powerful current of air that swept towards the black flames like a tornado, intending to disperse the fiery inferno.

At the same time, this violent force also tore up large areas of the ground, with sand and soil flying everywhere, making the entire battlefield even more chaotic.

The battle between the two had reached a fever pitch, with every move and every technique capable of changing the course of the battle.

Makarov's strength and Wes's wit were on full display at this moment.

The two stood facing each other, neither daring to be careless.

Even in such a tense standoff, Makarov had to admit that the boy before him was far more complex than he had imagined.

Just how many kinds of magic does this kid know?

Even though he was well-prepared, Makarov was still shocked by Weiss's endless stream of tricks.

On the other side, Wes was also secretly admiring it.

This old man's skills are nothing like those of a man in his seventies.

"Sandstorm!"

With a low shout from Wes, the ground beneath his feet seemed to come alive and began to crack, the moisture in the soil being rapidly drawn away by some strange force, turning into fine grains of sand.

The sand grains continued to gather and expand, and soon, a large sandy area miraculously formed in the center of a dense forest.

A strong wind arose, carrying sand and stones, and the entire space was enveloped by this sudden storm.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes showing surprise but no fear; the real contest had only just begun.

The wind howled, and sand swept across the battlefield like bullets. Makarov shielded his eyes with one hand, his vision almost completely obscured.

"Hmph, you think you can fool me with such a petty trick? I can sense your presence even with my eyes closed!"

"Oh? Then I'd like to see how you deal with this!" Wes's voice came from the wind.

As soon as he finished speaking, Makarov suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet sink, and his left leg plunged straight into the sand.

"Quicksand!" He knew something was wrong.

A powerful suction force emanated from beneath the sand, attempting to swallow him whole. His imposing physique became a hindrance, as the quicksand slowly engulfed him.

The swarm of scarabs released by Wes swept over like a dark cloud, densely covering Makarov's entire body, looking like a thick black veil.

Each beetle greedily gnawed at his flesh.

However, Wes dared not let his guard down. "How could this old man be so easily dealt with!"

"boom"

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the pile of scarabs, instantly vaporizing countless scarabs and leaving only the lingering smell of burning in the air.

On the sand, a deep pit was clearly visible. The terrifyingly high temperature had even melted the sand into a transparent, glassy substance that reflected a golden light.

The figure slowly rising from the deep pit was none other than Makarov, who had returned to his original form. He was still surrounded by dazzling golden light, like a war god descending.

"Heh, how naive!"

Makarov's laughter echoed in the air, and then he began to make a series of complex hand seals: "Rain of Light!"

As he completed his gesture, a huge golden magic circle appeared between his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the magic circle fired out a continuous barrage of light arrows, each carrying powerful attack force, hurtling towards Wes.

Wes quickly raised his hand, and a wall of sand immediately rose in front of him, but the light arrow pierced through the barrier effortlessly.

"Mirror Reflection!" As soon as Wes's voice fell, the light arrows that had pierced through were deflected in all directions by an invisible force.

The surrounding trees were easily pierced, leaving a scene of devastation.

Wes, however, was unharmed, protected tightly in the center by a pair of enormous sand hands.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"That kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

"Same to you."

Wes responded calmly, and with a light wave of his wand, his sand palms slapped Makarov like flies.

"Bang!"

Makarov moved nimbly and easily dodged the attack, but countless hands reached out from the sand and grabbed at him.

Makarov was like a canoe swaying precariously in a turbulent sea. In a moment of carelessness, he was knocked to the ground by a sand palm, and then countless grains of sand poured down, completely burying him.

Mysterious runes quietly emerged on the surface of the sand; Wes intended to seal Makarov away completely in one fell swoop.

However, as the runes appeared, the ground began to shake violently, and not only underfoot, but the entire forest trembled.

Golden rays shot out from the ground, and the light of the seal gradually dissipated.

Makarov's figure emerged from the ground, emanating a powerful magical aura that shattered everything around him.

"Boy, you've managed to push this old man to this point; you should be proud of yourself."

Makarov clasped his hands together, preparing to unleash his final attack—"Light Explosion".

With his shout, a giant wave of light swept towards Wes, its terrifying power causing the air to tremble.

Wes concentrated all his magic power into his wand, and a dazzling white light gradually gathered at the tip of the wand.

As the light wave approached, he pointed his wand forward, and a white beam of light streaked across the sky like a meteor, meeting Makarov's fatal blow.

The two forces collided in mid-air, accompanied by a deafening roar and a blinding light, as if the entire battlefield had been torn apart by this energy.

The dazzling light once overshadowed the sun in the sky, and the enormous shockwave leveled the entire forest, leaving a bottomless crater in the ground.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and everything seemed to return to calm.

"Cough~ cough~" Makarov waved his arms to disperse the surrounding dust, but he could not see Wes anywhere in sight.

(End of this chapter)