622: Seizing the Championship and the Demonic Realm's Retreat
Antoine poured the massive magic pressure borrowed from connecting to his past life's spirituality entirely into this single arrow; this was the Spell Model with the strongest attack power among First Ring Kinetic magic—[Vector Bow]!
Locke looked at that incredibly exaggerated amount of magic pressure, as well as that exquisite Spell Model of the Bow of Kinetic Energy, and sighed slightly.
The opponent possessed the energy to concentrate all power onto a single point.
At this moment, the opponent poured all his magic pressure, all his spiritual fluctuations, and all his timed energy accumulation into a single arrow. Simultaneously, his Creation Chains all entered this bow, condensing all of his power.
Locke felt himself being locked onto by the Creation Chains, unable to escape the attack of this arrow.
'This is the end.' Locke looked at Antoine and thought, 'He can converge the power of his two major systems into a single spell, turning it into the most terrifying attack magic. Do I have that ability?'
Locke looked at the Peach Arc Thorn Arrow in his hand and frowned, seemingly thinking about what to do.
This truly felt somewhat despairing.
Having fought to the very end, he discovered there was still a gap of one stage between him and his opponent.
As the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard, although Antoine had to start everything from scratch, he had indeed walked further on the path of Great Magic than Locke.
By now, Arena No. 1 was covered in cracks, seemingly unable to bear this force.
The Second Ring Wizard who continued to preside over the match was already dumbfounded.
It was also his first time learning that this Antoine was actually the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard; he had hidden it far too well!
Suddenly, the previously unremarkable image of Antoine in his mind turned into one of profound mystery.
Meanwhile, the Senate and the Academic Committee automatically blocked the Second Ring Black Wizards, preventing them from approaching.
Seeing this terrifying scene, the First Ring Black Wizards didn't dare to court disaster; no one dared to approach Arena No. 1 anymore.
The referee wizard looked at Locke. 'Having fought to this point, this wizard probably has no other options left.'
'After all, his opponent is the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard; there is no shame in his defeat.'
The two Second Ring Wizards from the Tower of Transmutation, who had been following Locke, sighed. "After all, it's a Third Ring Wizard's reincarnation; there's really nothing that can be done about this."
Meanwhile, Wizard Mike was beside the arena, fighting two Black Wizards from the Twin Demon Realm while shouting toward Arena No. 1, "Locke! Keep it up, you can win!"
Witch Preston looked at him in surprise; currently transformed into a White Dragon, she was fighting seven Black Wizards.
"Win? That's the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard. Even if he has to start from scratch, he has become even more powerful—stronger than he was at the First Ring stage in his past life. You expect him to win against such a being!"
On Arena No. 1, Locke gripped the Peach Arc Thorn Arrow and concentrated all his magic pressure into it. He couldn't concentrate all his power into a single point like Antoine could.
So, he would do what he could.
The Forest Sanctuary appeared behind Locke as he transformed himself into an ecology, possessing the mana of an entire forest. He then channeled the mana of that entire forest into the Peach Arc Thorn Arrow.
Simultaneously, Locke poured the power of Mist's Power into this arrow, along with all of his Abyss magic pressure.
At the same time, he temporarily opened the fierce beast panel.
A flash of surprise crossed Antoine's eyes. From his astral ring, a Purple Ring automatically flew out and landed on the pinky finger of Locke's right hand.
Locke glanced at it; it was actually an Illusion Ring that could conceal certain things on his body.
Locke looked at Antoine and frowned. Currently, his various major powers could not be completely unified. Although the Peach Arc Thorn Arrow had received infusions from multiple sources and the comprehensive strengthening of Porcelain Moon Growth, too much power was still scattered outside.
Would he win when the two collided?
Antoine looked at Locke and said, "I didn't expect that even in this state, you could still increase your magic pressure and have trump cards left."
He released the arrow. In the next instant, the Vector Bow fired toward Locke, while Locke also released his Peachwood Bow, firing a Jujube Arrow toward him.
The two collided in mid-air.
The Vector Arrow versus the Great Sun Arrow.
The Kinetic School versus the Botany School!
The two force fields clashed in mid-air, the intensity of their spiritual confrontation drawing everyone's gaze.
But soon, Locke's Great Sun Arrow began to gradually collapse, and the kinetic arrow started moving toward Locke's direction.
Locke sighed slightly. Had he lost after all?
It didn't matter; it was enough that he had done his best.
The point was to learn things from this battle and from a respectable opponent. Winning is certainly pleasant, but losing is also a joy.
Meanwhile, in the sky above Golden Crown Mountain, the Thief Saint Wizard stood alone against the three Great Wizards of Golden Crown Mountain. Just as he was about to flip his palm and aim the Elastic Storm at Golden Crown Mountain, Witch Catherine suddenly looked at him with cold eyes.
"Thief Saint, I've truly had enough of your tricks."
"If you want to steal, I'll let you steal your fill! Take my Great Magic as well. It's yours."
Witch Catherine activated the Beast Tide Ecology Incantation, and a peach tree immediately flew toward the Thief Saint Wizard, falling into his hands.
In the next instant, a certain spiritual organ behind the Thief Saint Wizard—the gemini siphon organ bestowed by the Twin Demon Realm to the wizards who joined them—exploded directly.
The Thief Saint Wizard let out a cry of pain.
He hadn't expected Witch Catherine to directly gift him her Great Magic. The gemini siphon spiritual organ was the core of the Demon Realm's theft magic, and even his gemini siphon spiritual organ could absolutely not withstand the Great Magic of two Third Ring Wizards simultaneously.
Witch Catherine's act of directly gifting him her own Great Magic undoubtedly caught him off guard in an instant.
Clearly, Yekaterina had thought about how to defeat his theft magic during their previous battles.
But later, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't find a way to counter it. Her final solution was to research how to forcibly gift her Great Magic to the opponent in an instant.
Yekaterina appeared behind him, and the Thief Saint Wizard's pupils suddenly constricted.
"How does my Great Magic taste?"
"You should be very happy! Thief, am I generous enough?"
Unable to dodge in time, the Thief Saint Wizard had his left arm directly torn off by Witch Catherine.
A large amount of blood splattered.
The Thief Saint Wizard realized that before Witch Catherine's Great Magic was given to him, it had been undergoing some kind of charging, so it currently possessed enormous magical energy, stronger than a Great Magic in its normal state.
The Thief Saint Wizard's face was pale; he clearly hadn't expected there to be such a method to scheme against him.
Not wasting effort thinking about how to avoid being stolen from, or how to prevent his hands from stealing their magic during battle...
But instead, directly... giving that magic to him!
The Elastic Storm in the Thief Saint Wizard's hand automatically flew back to Wizard Fischer's hand. Wizard Fischer hurriedly withdrew his Great Magic and let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, the Thief Saint Wizard looked at the Beast Tide Ecology that he simply couldn't throw away and revealed a smile. "Generous Witch."
"Witch Catherine, you are indeed different from the rest."
Yekaterina looked at him coldly. "I let you in only because I wanted to see what exactly you intended to do."
"To judge whether there is any danger in a true Demonic Realm War."
"Thief Saint, you are indeed very dangerous. So now, I am going to kill you. Here, you can steal nothing; here, you shall die."
The Thief Saint Wizard's pupils constricted as a glimmer of spirituality appeared behind Witch Catherine...
That was Crown Magic!
In ancient eras, only wizards who possessed Crown Magic could be called Monarchs; it was a power unique to sovereigns.
But later...
After the Truth Descent Event, magic was returned to the world, and any wizard with the ability was no longer restricted from learning Crown Magic.
In the past, every possessor of Crown Magic could use it to suppress the wizards of a certain small magical field in that world... for an entire era!
What is a Crown? Unrivaled by any, above all wizards—that is the Crown!
The Thief Saint Wizard felt bitterness in his heart. 'Not good. I underestimated Yekaterina too much. This person... she's too dangerous.'
The Thief Saint Wizard carefully observed the arrangements and found that Witch Catherine had indeed made preparations in advance, and her control over the Academic Committee and her influence over Golden Crown Mountain seemed to have risen further.
As clever as the Thief Saint was, he also immediately realized that Witch Catherine had used this attack he spearheaded as a stepping stone.
It had become a climbing ladder for her to obtain power.
The Thief Saint Wizard gave a bitter smile. "Give first, then harvest?"
...
On Arena No. 1, Antoine frowned. At the final moment, he discovered that his body was actually beginning to collapse.
'It was using the No-Thought Crushing Fist earlier that put too much pressure on my body. Furthermore, all Kinetic magic has the issue of the body needing to bear a huge casting cost.'
Antoine frowned. 'My total magic pressure is indeed exaggerated, but this body cannot keep up with my total magic pressure. Damn... I can't pay the casting cost for using the Vector Arrow...'
In the next instant, Locke had already accepted defeat, but he saw his Peach Arc Thorn Arrow pierce through the opponent's Vector Arrow.
In a flash, Antoine's figure was submerged in his own attack.
This time, there really was no 'afterward'...
Antoine was automatically sent out of the bounds of Arena No. 1.
At this moment, Antoine stood where he was, seemingly still in a daze.
Meanwhile, the wizards nearby who had spared some attention to watch the result were all stunned.
Witch Preston was dumbfounded. "Locke defeated the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard?"
Immediately following that, she forced back the seven Black Wizards, her heart filling with wild joy. 'He actually beat Antoine; he beat the Senate's secret weapon!'
'Great. He won! Flower Blooms and Withers; in the end, it is our Academic Committee that has obtained the final victory!'
Wizard Mike took a moment to give Locke a thumbs-up, then dealt with the Black Wizards before him even more seriously.
The two Second Ring Wizards from the Tower of Transmutation were just hanging around; they hadn't encountered any decent enemies, only casually killing some First Ring Black Wizards.
However, both of them couldn't help but be stunned at this moment, standing still.
Because Locke had actually defeated the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard in a head-on clash!
Locke stood on Arena No. 1, looked down at Antoine, and asked in confusion, "Why did you cancel the magic at the last moment?"
Antoine didn't speak, but just held out his hands, staring at them blankly with a dazed expression.
"Lost... I... I lost..."
"Heh, so this is what losing feels like. It's quite unique. I'm very unwilling, but the taste... isn't bad. It has a special flavor."
"Hahaha..."
Locke was completely bewildered. He suppressed the magic pressure on his body, forcing the magic pressure that had become overly active during the recent battle to return to calm.
Antoine looked at Locke, now appearing a bit more down-to-earth. "Locke, it wasn't that I canceled the magic at the end. It was my body that couldn't bear the cost that should have been paid for that Kinetic spell."
"Because the pressure you gave me was too great, I converged too much power. If I had reduced the power of that arrow by one-third at the end, I should have won. My Vector Arrow would have been a bit stronger than your power..."
"In the end, in order to win against you, I blindly stacked power, which resulted in my body being unable to pay the cost for a Kinetic spell of that caliber. Well... saying it like that makes it sound like I had room to spare and just used too much power. Those are actually all excuses; essentially, you just beat me."
Antoine said, "Locke, you won. You can enjoy your victory. Winning against me is equivalent to winning against everyone here."
Antoine glanced at Locke and turned to leave the arena.
"I'll remember you. I truly do need an opponent."
Meanwhile, Locke felt a massive drain on his spirit, and his body almost went limp.
Fighting Antoine, he had pushed his magic pressure to the limit, and now he naturally began to feel exhausted.
He drank a bottle of Holy Spring Nectar Potion and then looked around, discovering that the Black Wizards from the Twin Demon Realm were actually retreating rapidly.
It seemed that because Golden Crown Mountain had anticipated this, they were currently slaughtering the Black Wizards and winning this small-scale Demonic Realm War.
However, there were also some wizards who were forced into Mimicry Death, and while they were still alive, echoes appeared. The Black Wizards of the Twin Demon Realm then used special containers infused with Demonic Realm Power to steal their echoes.
The wizards of the Twin Demon Realm had already begun to retreat.
"Lord Thief Saint has ordered a retreat!"
"I stole the talent of a White Wizard genius! Hahaha, I've made a profit. Ah? That's what I stole, how did it end up in your hands? That's mine!"
"Who can prove it's yours? Did you buy it or cultivate it yourself? This is mine!"
The gates to the Twin Demon Realm opened, and Black Wizards scrambled to escape into them one by one.
However, even more were slaughtered on the spot by the Demon Hunter Troops.
A Third Ring Demon Hunter had his hands stained with the blood of Black Wizards, his gaze cold. "Stealing talent... forcing echoes to appear... the Twin Demon Realm is becoming more and more dangerous."
"This is a malignant tumor that must be purged!"