Age of Adepts

What a scene it was when two desperate, ferocious monsters fought together....

Only the wizards hiding in Keslin Castle watching the battle through the many light screens can truly tell you that.

The witches could have always used wisdom and calmness as their motto. But now, all the witches couldn't help but clench their fists, clench their teeth, and tremble slightly as they watched this unparalleled battle.

Not to mention, this astonishing battle between the Terrifying Infernal Demon and the Venomous Flying Dragon alone was worth the price of admission!

In front of these two gigantic creatures, an ordinary sorcerer's battle was simply a game, no matter how soft and gentle it was. Their battle, at every turn, is an attack range covering one to two kilometers, the flame meteor wildly smashing non-stop meteor fire rain, or casually copied from the side of a thick two meters, 20 to 30 meters long ancient wood splintered the face of the opponent.......

The vast forest and sea was like the sky and the earth had been turned upside down, the entire land was trembling violently, and huge columns of dust and mud rose up, obscuring the two huge figures tumbling and fighting beneath them.

However, not waiting for the dust pillar to spread out, a green ring of intense poison spread out from the center of the battle, instantly sweeping the surrounding mountains and forests.

The three-headed mountain eagle controlled by the Association flew high above the blue sky and peered downwards, just in time to clearly see a dark green ring of poison spreading out in the middle of the green forest and sea.

Wherever the poisonous ring reached, everything withered away and life was lost.

All substances, whether it is the tall and straight ancient trees, or the tough vines coiled between them, or the bushes and thorns in the east and west, all withered and withered at the moment of contact with the poisonous ring, turning into a puddle of green liquid that shines with intense radiant light.

With the terrifying power of the Poison Flying Dragon's venom, even a heavy puppet made of all metal would be able to etch through, not to mention these jungles that lacked magical protection.

The sorcerers watching this scene in front of the screen were all horrified.

However, before they could scream, a huge ring of flame suddenly erupted with a bang, pouring the dusty battlefield into a huge sea of fire again.

The venom and the flames exchanged and annihilated each other, the entire mountain forest was a mess, no longer seeing a single tiny living thing, no longer seeing half an ancient tree.

"This... this is... the... might of the strongest person of the 3rd rank?" A young sorcerer who was watching this battle with his clan trembled with a shuddering heart.

Everyone was silent.

Only that clan's rank 2 sorcerer said in a deep voice, "This isn't their strongest state yet. The current ones are still suffering from the suppression of the power of the position, so they should only be able to exert half of their strength, right?"

The crowd of witches around them were all horrified, then speechless.

As they watched the two behemoths on the light screen, a tumble shook, and a high cliff thirty to forty meters high, with its top protruding from the treetops of the forest and sea, was leveled to the ground. Wherever they went, the ancient trees were toppled over, or turned into poisonous swamps or ashes, and the vast green jungle disappeared in an instant.

And yet such terrifying power was only half of their strength? And what will they look like when they're at full strength?

As low and middle-ranked Sorcerers, with their horizons and levels, they naturally couldn't see or understand the battle in front of them, so they could only judge it from the spectacle and intensity of the battle. But for those high ranked witches within Keslin Castle, such a grand and intense battle scene could not confuse their eyes, and the way they viewed this battle was clearly different from ordinary witches.

"Wasn't this Grim always very shrewd? How come he was so unwise today, going to play any kind of physical combat with a bloodline witch like Sanaza..." an Association 3rd rank witch laughed with a tangy scowl.

"Yeah, instead of making the most of his flame sorcery, he's an elemental sorcerer playing melee with his opponent... Hmph, I think he's suffering from insanity!" Someone immediately chimed in.

"It can't be that this guy is plotting something, right? Why do I get the feeling that that Sanaza doesn't seem to be taking advantage of anything?" Finally someone voiced their question.

"Hey, no, there's something unusual about this Fire Witch's attack!"

"You just saw it, I've already noticed that his basic attack is a bit too high... Have you noticed that every time he attacks, there's a hint of white light attached to the Flame Sorcery, what's that?"

"It's like... a light element!"

"That's odd, isn't Grim a flame specialist?"

"What's so unusual about that, maybe it's granted by the equipment!"

........

Although the Association Sorcerers were vicious and tricky-mouthed, you and I were clearly dissecting everything that was happening on the battlefield.

And while they were calmly tasting and parsing, within another secret hall on the upper floor of Keslin Castle, a group of 4th rank witches sitting around were also calmly watching the battle in the light.

"Sanaza's a bit impulsive..."

"Yeah, she's still too confident in her Poison Dragon body, forgetting all about the fact that the other party has the two most restraining things in her hands..."

"Well? What else is there besides that strange ring?"

"I just found out through a hidden source that that brat has upgraded his soul armament to level 3, transforming into a plague venom spirit. With the Plague Poison Spirit protecting his body, do you think he'll fear the opponent's venom?"

"I think the key to victory is still on that ring, the pure light element that ignores defense and magic resistance is simply too incomprehensible. Without the proper means of protection, I'm afraid that the loss of the light element alone won't be easy to sustain..."

"Clara, you don't have any sorcery for Gallo against the element of light, do you? In my opinion, I'm afraid this Sanaza can't beat that Grim."

"Nicholas, you seem to have forgotten the decision we made together before. The fourteen witches of the Association made a unanimous decision to hold this Grim to rank 4, pull him into the Association, and replace us... Since we've already decided to let him win, why should I do that pointless work?"

"Hmph, I don't want that brat to get too arrogant. It's not too late even if Gallo teaches him a good lesson before losing!"

"..." the Clara Wizard was silent for a moment before finally speaking up, "I know this guy Gallo is high-minded and arrogant, I'm afraid he won't hold back at all. If you really give him Purple Blood, I'm afraid he'll really give his all to fight this Grim. At that time, the situation would be out of my control."

On top of the light screen in front of them, apart from the protracted battle between Grim and Sanaza, in another region of the Blue Sea Plane, Shattered Face Gallo and Psychic Sorcerer Dante had also gotten together and were chasing and fighting in a vast expanse of grassland.

Although the two are both 3rd level peak sorcerers, but from the battlefield situation, broken face Gallo obviously has the absolute advantage, is chasing and killing the psychic sorcerer Dante. The latter could only rely on his summoned Level 3 Spiritual Body to stealthily and insidiously sneak attack his opponent in order to relieve the heavy pressure on his frontal battlefield.

Dante was worthy of being a fearsome psychic sorcerer, summoning his 3rd level spirit body to fly and hide in the skies, which was simply amazing and unpredictable. If Gallo hadn't transformed his body into a bizarre dead body, he would have been defeated by the successive sneak attacks of the spirits.

The most powerful move that Dante summoned from his 3rd level spirit body was undoubtedly 'Occupy'!

Being able to vanish into the opponent's body and briefly occupy the opponent's body for a short period of time. This time was very short, but it was very deadly when placed above the 3rd level battlefield.

The two penetrating wounds on Gallo's heart and eyebrow that were hard drilled out by the opponent were the greatest proof!

And Shattered Face Gallo was worthy of being a strange monster that couldn't be killed, his heart and eyebrow were drilled by the enemy with two egg-sized penetrating wounds, and still he continued to chase the other party with his sword without changing his face. As for the witch sword in his hand, it seemed to have some sort of strange power, causing that psychic wizard Dante's illusory body to be slashed, and the part of his nothingness that the witch sword touched was forever missing.

Originally, with Dante's ethereal body, any physical *damage* could be immune or repaired through emptiness. However, in the face of Gallo's Strange Witch Sword, the part of Dante's missing body could never be repaired.

After this happened twice, Dante would never dare to touch the Witch Sword in his opponent's hand again!

If you can't fight on the frontal battlefield, then swim fight....

Thus, Dante made full use of his advantage of moving swiftly and swiftly to tease that Garo into circles on the vast prairie. There was still plenty of time for the battle anyway, so he did his best to use his spirit body to drain his opponent's stamina, and then counterattack when his opponent was exhausted.

This was one of the most common tactics used by elemental sorcerers when facing a powerful bloodline sorcerer!

While Shattered Face Gallo and Psychic Dante were chasing after each other on the savannah, far away, in the depths of the forest and sea, more than a hundred thousand miles away, the battle between Grim and Sanaza was also in full swing.

Unlike the previous two's disparity in strength, seriously speaking, the difference in basic strength between Grim and Sanaza was not huge, and the only difference was probably in their fighting skills in close combat.

The only difference was probably in their skills in close combat. The two sides 'resist and fight to the death', Grim was at a disadvantage in that his body was far less hardened than the other side, and the damage he could inflict in close combat was far less vicious and cruel than Sanaza's poisonous claws and fangs.

But the good news was that with the help of the chip's battle support system, he was able to dodge a number of berserk attacks in a row, which was how he was able to use the holy light damage attached to the Soden Holy Ring to teach Sanaza a hard lesson.

When the two sides were abruptly separated in a violent collision, this first round of the battle came to an end.

Grim flashed a flame jump to a thousand meters away, gazing distantly at the Venomous Flying Dragon that had been burned to a crisp, before he began to gnash his teeth and lower his head to deal with the wounds on his own body.

The original hovering on the side of the bright yellow flame has now stained a layer of green, even the surface of Grim's inflammatory demon body is a black one, purple one, green one, a dark pimple unable to stop flowing out of green slime, the air filled with a choking stench of death.

The terrifying poisonous force eating away at his Inferno body had already poisoned and rotted his body to the core!