Boom!!
Along with a blare, a huge explosion occurred in a laboratory in the white tower. The frightening shock wave of the explosion smashed the door of the laboratory into pieces.
An old man with white hair and a Wizard robe in a mess, hair as messy as a bird's nest, and a powerful warping force field shrouded him walked out of the laboratory.
The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed without any grace: "Damn it, I failed again!!
Which part had gone wrong?
Is it true that only gods can instantaneously cast level-4 spells? "
"Hey, what's going on?
How come there are so many people! "
The old man suddenly exclaimed in surprise and muttered to himself: "That old geezer Pawara was also alarmed."
With a flash of magic radiance, the old man disappeared in a flash.
In the white tower magic arena, on a dais specially set up for Legend Wizards, light and shadow distorted, and the old man appeared on the dais.
On the dais stood an ordinary-looking, emaciated old man with a pair of abnormally bright, star-like eyes.
Only Legendary Magicians could stand on this high platform.
This also meant that these two old men were powerful Legendary-mages.
Below the dais, half of the 1,000 seats were already filled.
Court Wizards in the white tower had come to the magic arena, ready to bear witness to Yang Feng's defeat.
The old man, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest, sat on a chair and said casually, "Pawara, how did the battle between two little fellows disturb you?"
Pawara said faintly: "Borrando, there are two little guys preparing to duel. One is from the Red Earth Wasteland, a person who established a city in the Red Earth Wasteland. He is called Ian, a Great Wizard!"
Borrando was taken aback, and his eyes flashed with a dignified glint: "There's actually someone who established a city in the Red Earth Wasteland?
How did he do it? "
The Red Earth Wasteland was an area polluted by divine blood. It was arid, without water, and without food. Unless a god descended a miracle and purified the area, it was impossible to build a city there.
In history, countless heroes tried to conquer the Red Earth Wasteland, only to fail miserably.
It was the first time that Borrando heard that someone could build a city in the Red Earth Wasteland, so his shock could be well imagined.
Borrando hesitated for a moment. His eyes flashed with a trace of seriousness as he slowly said, "Barros is a Magic Shooter. Since Ian dared to challenge him, he should also be a Magic Shooter.
Did you come to see him today to see if he has understood the true meaning of magic? "
Pawara remained silent for a moment before slowly nodding.
Borrando was silent for a while, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes. He slowly said, "The true essence of magic is the taboo of the gods. Other than the Divine Descendants, no one can peek at it.
You are treading a dangerous path, Blanca.
Do you understand? "
"I'm a wizard!"
"A real sorcerer who pursues knowledge and truth!"
"Even death can't stop my determination to pursue truth and knowledge."
"10 years ago, I should have abandoned everything and pursued truth.
Unfortunately, at that time, I still couldn't abandon some things.
Now, I've made up my mind to do what I want to do. "
Pawara's eyes shone brightly as he enunciated each syllable.
With a complicated look in his eyes, Borrando sighed slowly, saying: "You're really a madman!"
Borrando understood from his friend that his friend had decided to take a rugged and dangerous path that the gods didn't tolerate.
Countless Magicians had tried to cross that path and reach the other side of the truth, but all of them died under the wrath of the gods.
Pawara said faintly: "True Wizards are madmen!"
Borrando said unhurriedly: "Even if he can conquer the Red Earth Wasteland, he may not have grasped the true essence of magic.
Among humans, only the Divine Descendants have grasped the true essence of magic and the mysteries of power. "
Pawara said calmly: "If he can't do it, then I'll go to the Divine Descendants."
The avatars of the Feisuo Plane's gods often walked the secular world and married with mortals, giving birth to one Divine Descendant Family after another.
Only the people of the Feisuo Plane's divine descendants could practice magic and martial dual cultivation, and knew the true mysteries of magic and martial arts.
Only the people of the Divine Descendants could release magic without the help of the Weave.
In the world of Wizards, magic released without the help of the Weave was called the true essence of magic and belonged to true magic power.
Once the Goddess of the Weave willed the magic that could only be released with the help of the Weave, then even Legend rank Wizards would become a bunch of ordinary people.
The gods forbade ordinary Wizards to pursue the true essence of magic.
Once the Goddess of the Weave learned that someone was pursuing the true essence of magic, then countless Weave Holy Order's experts would come out, obliterate the Wizard, and destroy all the information.
Because the true essence of magic would shake the faith of the Goddess of the Weave.
Borrando had a complicated look in his eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, then sighed in frustration and fell silent.
He admired his old friend's choice very much. However, he was also a man with a family full of children and grandchildren. Naturally, he couldn't go crazy to pursue the true essence of magic. Otherwise, his entire family would be burned at the stake as heretics by the Weave Holy Order.
There was silence on the dais. Pawara's star-like eyes were fixed on the magic arena.
Standing on the edge of the magic arena, Yang Feng, relying on his extraordinary perception of a level-3 Warlock, clearly perceived the hostile gazes coming from all directions.
Court masters were a relatively exclusive group. Court masters came from 2 sources. One was the Wizards nurtured by the Morrince Empire's imperial court since childhood, and the other was the Wizards who sought refuge with the Morrince Empire for glory, splendor, wealth, and all kinds of magic knowledge.
Court grand masters were either Legend Wizards with amazing magical strength, or Archwizards who had made countless contributions and were extremely powerful. They were nurtured by the Morrince Empire's imperial court since childhood.
Yang Feng was just a trifling Great Wizard. Even though he was a hereditary peer greater aristocrat, in the eyes of the court masters, he didn't have the qualifications and strength to become a court grand master and command them.
In many places of the Morrince Empire, Great Wizards could be regarded as overlord rank experts. Most aristocrats would respect a Great Wizard very much, and their status was very lofty.
However, in the court master system, where powerhouses were as common as clouds, Great Wizards were nothing special.
Under the hostile gazes, Yang Feng silently recited an incantation. A cool breeze revolved around him and carried him to the magic arena.
Barros's eyes revealed a trace of ridicule. He stepped onto the magic arena step by step and arrived in front of Yang Feng.
Barros said with a cold smile: "What a fool to waste a spell in order to look better!
In a battle, a spell may be able to reverse the situation at the last moment. "
As a level-3 court master, Barros had experienced countless battles and exchanges of pointers.
In the cruelest battles, every spell had to go through countless meticulous calculations, because the number of spells a Wizard could cast in a day was limited.
Even with a magic elixir that could restore spirit force, once the spell slots prepared the day before were exhausted, a Wizard would become an ordinary person, without any fighting strength to speak of.
Yang Feng said calmly: "I'm much stronger than you.
Even if I let you cast a few spells, you're still bound to lose to me. "
"You'll be the one to lose."
Barros said very calmly. As a level-3 court master, he had experienced countless battles. He was well aware that Wizards had to remain calm in battle. A calm Wizard was the most powerful Wizard.
"Begin the match!"
A court master, acting as the referee, said indifferently.
Barros opened his mouth and uttered a few magic sentences. In a flash, the level-3 spell Advanced Warping Force Field appeared around him and formed a warping shield.
An Archwizard exclaimed in admiration: "Magic sentences, that's amazing! That's Barros for you!"
Another Archwizard also exclaimed in admiration: "After mastering magic sentences, his casting speed is more than twice that of ordinary Archwizards. I'm afraid that his actual combat strength is comparable to that of some wandering Legend Wizards!!"
Magic sentences were a kind of rapid casting technique. This top-notch technique allowed an Archwizard's casting speed to be more than twice that of ordinary Archwizards.
In a battle between Wizards, the casting speed of spells was also very important. In a battle between Archwizards of the same rank, if the disparity in casting speed was too great, they might be defeated in a face-off.
Magic sentences were very difficult to master. Not every Archwizard could master this technique. Only a genius court master like Barros, who specialized in combat, could accomplish this.
On the dais, the 2 Legend Wizards didn't have any change in their expressions.
They were all top-notch Legendary Mages, and they had already grasped the little tricks of the magic scale and sentences.
Furthermore, with the help of the Weave, they could even instantaneously cast level-3 spells.
Any Archwizard who dared to challenge a Legend Wizard who could instantaneously cast level-3 spells would only end up dead.
"Magic sentences, I can also do it!
Furthermore, I'm stronger than you! "
Yang Feng smiled faintly. The Robot of Blasphemy simulated the spirit fluctuations of a fanatic of the Weave Goddess, communicated with the Weave, and spat out 2 magic sentences. In a flash, an Advanced Warping Force Field enveloped him. At the same time, the level-3 spell Mind Shock was launched and blasted towards Barros.