Chapter 1243: Chapter 109: Blade of the Wind God_4
Olivia had not stopped his Wind Blades, continuously bombarding Tang De’s water barrier, but since Wind Blades were low-level magic, they were not strong enough to break through his water defenses. Meanwhile, the Ice-sealing Ball was still growing bit by bit. Tang De sneered internally, believing that once his level six Attack Magic formed, it would spell the end for the young man before him.
It seemed Olivia was unaware of the power of the Ice-sealing Ball as he kept hammering at the water barrier with Wind Blades. Finally, Tang De’s magic was complete. Under his control, the giant Ice-sealing Ball, with its blue tail flame, sped toward Olivia at an astonishing speed. Olivia did not dodge; instead, he raised his Staff of Wind God. Just as the Ice-sealing Ball was about to strike him, the Staff’s special effect triggered, and Olivia suddenly split into nine clones, scattering in a line. The Ice-sealing Ball, despite its size, only hit two clones, passing through the illusions and rushing forward. Tang De was shocked and hurriedly used all his spiritual power to recall the Ice-sealing Ball. He had never seen such a cloning magic before.
Seizing the opportunity, Olivia chanted loudly, "O free elements of the wind! I beseech you, coalesce into sharp, sturdy blades to destroy my foe ahead." All nine figures moved in unison, chanting the same spell. The eerie sight stunned the magicians of the Empire of Tian Jing Mage Guild as a green glow gathered in the nine Staffs. Olivia’s eyes shone brightly as nine Wind Blades shot out simultaneously. Facing such a phenomenon, Tang De did not dare to attack rashly, controlling the Ice-sealing Ball to hover in front of him, ready to react at any moment.
The nine Wind Blades dashed toward Tang De, pausing briefly five meters from the Ice-sealing Ball before the nine energies suddenly merged into one. The initially small Wind Blade transformed into an unstoppable giant blue blade that swung down fiercely. Tang De, in utter astonishment, pushed out the Ice-sealing Ball, trying to block the attack, but the power of the ninefold-compressed Wind Blade was far beyond that of a secondary-level magic.
"Screech—," a sharp friction sound rang out. Just like when Ah Dai split Goris’s fireball, the Ice-sealing Ball was divided into two, and the weakened giant blue Wind Blade ruthlessly slashed at Tang De. Tang De vividly felt the immense power of the magic—an amount his water barrier could not withstand. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, "It’s over." He closed his eyes, awaiting his imminent demise.
Just as the Wind Blade was about to strike Tang De, it twisted strangely, turning aside and striking horizontally. The enormous force of the wind element blasted Tang De’s body, flinging him toward his own lines. Caught unprepared, the magicians from the Empire of Tian Jing Guild were overwhelmed, but Tang De’s life was saved.
The light faded, and Olivia’s nine figures merged back into one. His face slightly pale as he gasped for breath, but the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable. He had pulled off a win for the Continental Mage Guild. His performance also won a tremendous cheer from his side; such miraculous magic was truly breathtaking. Only Feng Zhi muttered about luck, fully aware of Olivia’s capabilities. In a fair fight, he was no match for Tang De. This victory was solely achieved through the Staff of Wind God. But a win was still a win, and the Continental Mage Guild had regained hope for victory.
The Purple-robed Alchemist walked up to Olivia, nodding at him appreciatively, glancing at the Staff of Wind God, and announced, "The seventeenth round is won by the Continental Mage Guild, with a current score of nine to eight. The eighteenth round will start in one minute, please prepare." Just as Olivia was about to return to his side, the Alchemist whispered, "That’s a Divine Artifact you’re holding, isn’t it?"
Olivia was startled but did not hide it; he nodded lightly, sending the Staff of Wind God back into his space, bowed slightly to the Alchemist, and then returned to his own lines.
Feng Zhi did not pay attention to Olivia, who was excitedly welcomed back by the magicians; instead, his gaze fell on Ah Dai. Ah Dai understood what he meant and sighed inwardly, realizing he had no choice but to take action. Just as he was about to float to the center for the next match, a figure clad in a red Advanced Fire Mage robe darted out ahead of him and landed in the center of the arena—it was Xuan Yue.
The eighteenth round was supposed to be the Empire of Tian Jing Mage Guild’s turn to send a challenger. Pu Tian and Goris were stunned to see their opponent had already sent out a participant.
Xuan Yue took off his red Mage Robe, revealing the plain clothes underneath, and said indifferently, "Senior Light Mage Xuan Re of the Continental Mage Guild at your service. Who will compete?"
Pu Tian and Goris felt a tightness in their hearts. Although Xuan Yue only claimed to be a senior magician, the appearance of Olivia had already put them on high alert. Pu Tian whispered to Gorisong, "How could the Mage Guild of the continent have Light Magicians? Could it be that the Church has sent someone to help them against us?"
Gorisong shook his head and said, "That shouldn’t be the case. Our Empire of Tian Jing has always been more important to the Church than the Empire of Huasheng. Even if the Church were to help, they would help us. This boy is even younger than the last one. Light Magic is not so easy to cultivate; perhaps it’s just bluster. However, we can’t afford to lose again, or we’ll be back at the starting point. Nothing else matters now, let him go, we must win this battle."
Pu Tian nodded his head. This time the Mage Guild of Tian Jing valued the competition even more than the continental Mage Guild. They had always been at a disadvantage in the ongoing invisible struggle with the opponent. If they could win this time, although they might not replace the position of the continental Mage Guild, they could at least stand on equal footing with them. He gestured to a nearby Fire Mage, who nodded, stepped out from the crowd, approached Xuan Yue in the center of the arena. A clear voice rang out, "Fire Magician Kino from the Mage Guild of Tian Jing asks for a lesson."
Feng Zhi and the three elders were greatly shocked—they hadn’t expected another magician, one they had never seen before, to be in the opposing camp. They also had not seen Xuan Yue’s level of magic, and the hope that had just flared up was instantly dashed, leaving them with anxious expressions.
Xuan Yue had stepped in because she feared Ah Dai would have difficulties. On hearing the opponent claim to be a magician, she too was surprised and lifted her head to look at him. She saw that the Fire Mage standing in front of her was a young man in his twenties, seemingly a bit older than Olivia. He wore a red Magic Robe marked only with the insignia of a senior magician. However, the energy fluctuations emanating from him indeed matched the level of a magician. The young man had an ordinary appearance, with some of the same dullness as Ah Dai, holding a short Magic Wand, assessing her. Xuan Yue was just about to prepare an attack when his words almost made her faint with anger.
Kino, looking at the youth in front of him who claimed to be a senior magician yet was younger than himself, hesitated and tentatively said, "Young man, perhaps you should go back and switch places with someone else. My Fire Magic is very domineering, and it would be unfortunate to ruin that pretty face of yours. Even scorching your clothes would be embarrassing for you! Why don’t you step down and let someone else come up?"
"Shut up, who are you calling ’young man’? Stop rambling and try to burn me if you dare," Xuan Yue shouted, already somewhat incoherent with anger. No one had ever belittled her like this before. With a flick of her hand, she pulled out her Angel Wand from a space rift. The anger in her chest spurred her spiritual power to its peak, unrestrainedly, a golden Sacred Aura burst forth, enveloping her in a three-foot radius. The immense Sacred Aura soared skyward, and the radiant divine light made Xuan Yue appear untouchable.
All the magicians present calmed down. Although they were unclear about the strength she displayed, they were startled by the overwhelming Holy Power and began to discuss it in amazement.
"This young Light Magician is truly inconceivable! It seems the power of the Church is indeed much stronger than that of the Mage Guild," a low voice whispered beside Gorisong. He looked with surprise at a tall Fire Mage behind him and whispered, "Are you saying that young man is a magician?"
"Yes, he is powerful, but it seems he has only recently reached the level of a magician; his aura is still not very stable. If I were to face him, I should be able to fight to a draw. After all, it is Sacred Light Magic," which has a certain augmentative effect when facing the ordinary four systems of magic.
Gorisong’s arrogance faded, and his voice trembled as he said, "Then aren’t we bound to lose this match?"
