Age of Adepts

Chapter 5.

This rank was so unattainable in the eyes of most witches.

And a great sorcerer who could advance to the 5th level was even more terrifying than a desperate and ferocious beast!

The crowd was in a panic.

All the witches were retreating quickly, even the few law enforcement witches were doing the same.

The only ones left in the arena were the half-bodied, burning unlucky ghosts and Grim and Qui, who were coldly facing each other five meters apart.

Grim slowly returned and looked coldly at Qui, who was trapped in flaming chains all over his body and was still struggling, and said in a heated voice, "Little one, next time you should keep your eyes open before you take a swing at someone. Don't mess with those characters you can't afford to mess with... Hmph!"

Although Qui was entangled in the tendrils of flaming chains, he still kept swinging his magical twin blades to slash a chain to sparks. The pair of magic twin blades seemed to have reached the limit of the Law Sorcery, and vaguely took on a hint of rule power as well.

It could be seen that this Qui was indeed extremely talented, especially good at the way of killing Blood Fiends.

This pair of magical twin blades was thoroughly imbued with its tyrannical and cruel bloody will, possessing a terrifying magical power that shook the hearts and minds of the people.

If his opponent was an ordinary 4th rank, the slightest lapse of concentration in a life-or-death struggle would be exploited by him. The end result would be the death of his body and soul, and his entire body's essence would be absorbed by the magic double blades, thus sinking forever.

As an alchemist sorcerer, like Kuai, he did not put the core of his cultivation on his own body, but instead poured most of his resources and heart into sacrificing something outside of his body. Although such a situation was rare, it was not out of place as an alternative body refining technique.

The body refining shamans that came out this way would be a little weaker in nature, but they possessed powerful sorcery that surpassed their own level. While other alchemist sharpened their bodies to be as indestructible as their sorcery, they sacrificed their sorcery to be as powerful and sharp as their other bodies.

Such guys are extremely scary, seeking extreme lethality and often possessing terrifyingly instantaneous bursts of power.

But unfortunately, he might have few enemies at the same level, but when he was facing a 5th level Grand Sorcerer, this power was a bit ridiculous.

If he wanted to leave, he couldn't... The surrounding bit of emptiness had been tightly blocked off by the chain of laws, and there was no way for him to perform his flinching.

Trying to get in, he couldn't attack... Don't look at the fact that Grim and him were only less than 5 meters apart, but that 5 meters was a stone's throw away, allowing him to explode multiple berserk attacks in succession, he couldn't close the distance any closer.

He was like a flying insect that had fallen onto a spider's web, still struggling to break the bonds around his body. Unfortunately, the incoming flame chain was so dense that it made him feel desperate, even if it was cut off a little, there would be more and denser chains of laws extending over, constantly blocking and squeezing his last space to move.

The golden flames attached to the chain of laws licked his body unceasingly, and the pain that was killing his bones and corroding his flesh and penetrating his soul made him even crazier and more desperate.

But no matter how hard he tried, the difference in rank and strength between the two sides was too great, so great that it simply couldn't be made up with combat skills and berserk battle intent!

And Grim is now like a coiled spider in the center of the web, is in a condescending posture overlooking the flying insects in their trap desperately struggling prey spiders, quietly waiting for the other side of the power to run out of the moment.

As for the all-pervasive indestructible flame, it invaded the opponent's body through the rule level, eating away at the opponent's flesh and life in places that were invisible to the naked eye. And that Kuai was struggling with all his might to prevent the flame rules from invading his soul.

Once the flame rules invaded the soul source, what Kui would damage was not the body and flesh, but the potential of the soul to advance to the 5th level in the future.

So, even if the resistance was hard and painful, he didn't dare to relax a bit!

The crowd is reeling.

In the face of an angry wizard, but no one would dare to run to self-inflicted disaster in his anger.

One by one, the witches pulled out various contact tools and began to quickly contact their respective backers, passing this information on at the first opportunity. Even the head of the law enforcement sorcerer had no choice but to link up with the castle witch spirit.

In the next second, a vast and unparalleled spiritual will descended on the area, and it was as if a pair of eyes in the void were distantly betting on Grim's body, penetrating straight to the soul.

"Grand Wizard Grim, please be careful of your ways... According to Article 187(3) of the Wizard Code of Giant Rock Castle, you are not allowed to kill witches of the same camp inside the castle without reason! Otherwise, you will face the penalty of mandatory missions and huge amounts of magic crystals..."

"I didn't kill him, I just punished an offender. What, did the Giant Rock Castle allow a low-level wizard to take the initiative against a superior?" Grim was using the flames to cannonize the other side while carelessly communicating with the castle witch spirit.

"Of course it's not allowed! The Giant Rock Castle will never allow any inferior to offend our honored guests. However, this Qui is also one of the top ranked Super Powers at the 4th level of the Giant Rock Castle, so it's best not to consume it internally if you don't have to!"

Facing a peak level 4 superpower and a level 5 Grand Sorcerer, how to level this bowl of water Giant Rock Castle Sorcerer Spirit but knew who was lighter and heavier.

"Understood, I won't damage his soul origin. It's fine to just roast his body to take out his breath."

"Thank you for your understanding and cooperation, have a good time! Also: a reminder that another Grand Sorcerer who is closer to this Qui is on his way here. In order to avoid any conflict between the great wizards, please also be aware of the scale of your punishment..."

The other great wizard....

Grim's brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that even this seemingly far away from the mundane world group of witches had such a complex network of relationships within it.

Beat the little one, out comes the big one; beat the big one, out comes an old one....

That really is always true everywhere!

While Grim was silently lamenting, a deep, old voice suddenly echoed through the arena.

"My friend, you've had your fun too! How about giving me some face and letting him go?"

Grim tilted his head slightly, and his sight immediately caught sight of an old wizard flying overhead.

The other wore a black witch's robe, his hair was silver-white, his two eye pupils were one red and one black, and his face was densely covered in fine wrinkles.

Seemingly also in full fury, the witch old man's body was filled with a tumultuous and endlessly tyrannical atmosphere, and greeted Grim with a smile on his face from afar. Only that no smile could be seen inside his narrowed eyes, but instead, he was overflowing with an extremely thick and deadly aura.

"Who is your Excellency?" Grim retorted bluntly.

"Jose Moody, from the Black Light Plane, is currently on duty in the Thunderbolt Hall..."

"Grim, from the Wizarding World, the Hall of Flowers..."

After hearing Grim's self-introduction, this Jose Wizard's face suddenly spread with an eerie sneer and he said, "So you're the Wizard-sama from the Origin Dimension... I say how come you're so powerful!"

As we all know, the Sorcerer camp has conquered and enslaved dozens of planes to serve as the cradle of the new generation of Sorcerers. Among these many sorcerer planes, the sorcerer world was undoubtedly the most important, the most special, and the one with the highest status.

Many of the Sorcerer's Plane were already enough to meet the standards of the Master Plane, but the Origin Plane was always only one, the Sorcerer's World!

There was the source of the Witch's camp, and the origin of the three known 9th Order Grand Sorcerers. Therefore, in the hearts of all witches, the Witch World naturally had a superior and distinctive aura added to it.

The lofty status of the Sorcerer's World also brought with it the fact that the status of those Sorcerers who came from the origin plane was a little bit higher than other main plane Sorcerers. This was also an unwritten unspoken rule within the Sorcerer's camp.

Very often, witches from the Sorcerer World were considered orthodox and mainstream, while witches from other planes could only become foils and sidekicks. Perhaps because of this peculiarity, it also caused the hidden hostility and dissatisfaction of the witches from the other side towards the witches from the witch world.

These little details could often be seen very visibly in the interactions of many witches as well!

Opening one's mouth with no good words... This caused the depressed anger in Grim's heart to soar as well.

To be honest, ever since choosing the path of fire elemental affinity, Grim's temperament was indeed much more fiery and wild than before. Although his mind was still sane and clear, there were more and more instances where he would do it on the spot if he disagreed.

It couldn't be helped that the Acquired Soul Transformation could indeed change some of the innate personality traits, and this was a small deficiency that Grim had to bear as a Fire Witch, right!

Grim grunted, and with a casual wave of his hand, the Qui that had been roasted and charred on the outside and blackened on the circumference was tossed in front of the old wizard as he was entangled in the flaming chains.

That Qui was also tough, and did not scream even after being so severely damaged. Moreover, even though he was heavily wounded, the two magical twin blades in his hands were burned red hot, he still held them tightly and did not throw them away.

"Old... Master..." seeing the old wizard, Qui opened his mouth and cried out with difficulty. A fine stream of colorless transparent flames simultaneously emerged from inside the charred and cracked mouth.

Apparently, the inside and outside of his body had been completely roasted through by the strange flames!

After leaning over to check the origin of Qui's soul to make sure it had not been poisoned by the enemy, the old wizard breathed a sigh of relief. This caused him to look up at Grim with such a hint of harmony in his coldness.

"Wizard Grim, this disciple of mine doesn't know how to offend Your Excellency, I hope Your Excellency will express it!"

"He didn't offend me, what offended me was this fellow..." said Grim with a sideways glance at the stall-keeper wizard who was out of breath more than in, and said coldly, "Your disciple forcefully tried to stand up for him and tried to sneak up on me, so naturally I'm going to be right about the Its administering discipline now!"

The old sorcerer's gaze turned and landed on the vendor sorcerer, a grim expression of 'I knew it was you' immediately appearing on his face.

After gritting his teeth for a long while, he finally chose to face Grim.

"We are all here on a mission, so how about Your Excellency giving me face and letting these two go? I am willing to bear any loss your Excellency may have!"

"The loss is not a loss. They, I've already punished them, so I'll leave them to Your Excellency. Your Excellency can always bring them back...I won't stay here any longer, farewell!"

Grim didn't bother to stir with it, and simply threw down a sentence, turned around and left straight away.

That Jose Wizard, on the other hand, gazed long and gloomily at Grim's distant back with a complicated expression on his face, a look of secret hatred but helplessness in his heart.

.............

Giant Rock Castle, upper level.

Inside a certain secret room.

Sanaza, who had disappeared for a long time, knelt down in front of a mysterious sorcerer with a black robe covering his body, softly recounting the recent rumors and some gossip that would only circulate in the bottom of the castle.

Woodland, the mysterious sorcerer's body shook, raised his head, and communicated calmly and silently with a certain powerful presence in the distance.

A moment later, he finally cut off the remote connection and sneered at Sanaza, who was kneeling in front of him, "Aren't you still holding a grudge against that Grim all the time? Haha...I just heard an interesting piece of news. That guy had a conflict with someone on the bottom floor of the castle, and I heard there was a lot of trouble on the scene!"

Hearing the 'familiar' name, Sanaza raised her head fiercely and gritted her teeth as she inquired, "My lord, since that Grim has also come to the Giant Rock Castle, why don't you take this opportunity to give him a good look."

The mysterious wizard's low hanging hood lifted a little, and two sharp and cold gazes were cast from the shadows below, sending chills down Sanaza's spine.

"Sanaza, have you been hanging around here for so long and you still don't understand this? I'm afraid it's difficult to communicate with the ethereal bits of consciousness if you'll always confine yourself to such a small mind..."

"Remember, there are only competing interests among witches, not absolute hatred!"

"Go ahead and find a chance to make contact with that Grim. If he wants to see me, bring him here!"