Chapter 213: A man of insight is a hero
Aaron pursed his lips, making up his mind that he might lose the battle, but not his spirit.
Wicked wanted to finish the fight in one minute, but he was determined to win this match, or at least last one minute and one second.
He, too, had his dignity; he could do without the spellbook, but he absolutely could not be looked down upon by this ancestor.
The Sacred Dragon and the Ice Dragon roared at each other and charged, two giant shadows, one white and one blue, colliding in mid-air.
Although their sizes were similar, the Ice Dragon was, after all, made of magic, and there was a certain gap between it and a real dragon's body.
Their dragon claws struck together, and a subtle but very obvious crack appeared on the Ice Dragon's leg, and Abe easily pinned the fake against the wall.
After a few claw strikes, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the Ice Dragon's abdomen, and sparkling ice shards continuously flew off.
While being beaten, it also tried to counterattack, opening its huge mouth and biting towards Abe's neck.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, half of its ice teeth shattered.
Abe felt a slight itch on his neck, and subconsciously looked at the Ice Dragon's broken teeth, a humanized sneer appearing on his dragon face.
A fake is a fake after all; do you think the quality of my scales is something you can challenge?
"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron clicked his tongue, "Ancestor, your Ice Dragon doesn't seem to be very good."
"It's that your dragon is too strong. Although there's a big difference from the dragons I remember, its potential is absolutely unique."
"Dragons? A big difference?"
Aaron thought of the Dragon Slaying magic Crystal in his hand and immediately became interested, "Can you elaborate?"
"This... there will be a chance." Wicked glanced at the Ice Dragon struggling violently in the dragon's breath, "Let's hurry up! Finish the fight before the Ice Dragon shatters."
"Alright!"
Aaron took a deep breath and gently flicked his wand.
Wicked on the opposite side still carved an intermediate fire-attribute magic circle, seemingly intending to repeat his previous actions.
Fierce flames shot out from the center of the magic circle, and all the rainwater in its path evaporated.
"He's really not holding back!" Aaron thought to himself, then quickly raised his wand and cast a ball of blue-white light.
Boom!
The two energies collided, forming a ripple of energy in the air.
"Hmm?" Wicked frowned slightly, "This is no different from before. Could it be that you're still putting your hope in your dragon?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"Unfortunately, you're probably going to be disappointed.
The Ice Dragon made of magic is indeed not strong, but it also has its advantages.
It feels no pain and will fight until death. Until it completely loses power, it is more tenacious than any other creature."
Hearing this, Aaron diverted some of his attention to the other side of the battle, so surprised that his eyes almost popped out.
Abe was still at ease, but his face clearly showed impatience.
As for the Ice Dragon opposite him, it could no longer be described as merely miserable.
A small part of its ice-blue body had been melted by Abe's dragon breath, its size was less than three meters, and its mass had decreased by at least one-seventh.
One front claw was completely shattered, both hind legs had large areas of cracks, and its wings and tail were not much better, emitting white steam.
But even so, it was still high-spirited, using its broken body to block Abe's steps.
"Damn! This is too exaggerated."
"This is my proudest work," Wicked said proudly, "It just consumes a bit too much."
As he spoke, the intermediate magic circle had already advanced, and the firelight in the Chamber of Secretssuddenly increased several times, the fierce flames overwhelmingly engulfing the spell.
Just as the flames were about to hit Aaron, he uttered a spell, and a transparent ripple flashed across his body.
Wicked also noticed this subtle change but didn't care, a satisfied smile even appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Roar!
Seeing the flames engulf his master, Abe's intelligent eyes instantly filled with rage.
He thrust out his dragon claw fiercely, savagely tearing the Ice Dragon to shreds, and roared as he lunged towards Wicked.
A yellowish-brown magic circle instantly appeared, and over a dozen brown chains extended from the ground, coiling around Abe's body.
He struggled violently, emitting a white glow that instantly shattered the chains.
"Calm down, after all, he is my descendant, I won't do anything to him.
Moreover, his physical fitness is extremely high, and his mastery of spells is quite rich. At the last moment, he should have cast a protective layer on himself. At most, it's a mild burn; just apply some Potion when he gets back."
Wicked briefly appeased Abe, then looked at the thick mist, fixing his gaze on the still unextinguished flames.
"The victor has been decided. I won this match.
Don't feel unconvinced; I could have landed several more blows on you before your dragon arrived, but I didn't do so."
However, no sound came from the mist. Wicked frowned and cast a strong wind with a wind-attribute magic circle, clearing the area in front of him.
Indeed, Aaron's figure was not seen.
But there was a blurry figure slowly retreating in the rain, and it was clear without thinking that it was someone's Disillusionment Charm.
Wicked patted his forehead, looking at the retreating figure and sighing helplessly, "Stubborn resistance!
I seriously suspect you have masochistic tendencies; the strength gap is already very obvious, isn't it?"
"Ancestor, don't overthink it, I just wanted to last one minute," Aaron said calmly, a low, muffled sound also coming from the air.
Abe's ears twitched, and he suddenly spewed a blast of dragon breath at Wicked.
"It's useless." Wicked shook his head, summoning an ice shield in front of him, "Perhaps with a few more years of growth, you might pose a threat to me, but now there's not a single possibility."
Swish!
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind Wicked.
Aaron held a silver longsword, the third black crystal on its hilt emitting a faint glow, and swung it horizontally.
A frantic warning flashed in Wicked's mind, and in haste, he instinctively raised his arm, blocking with an ice blade made of solid ice.
The silver sword light flashed, the ice blade was split in two, and Wicked was also sent flying by the immense force.
This was the first time he had been forced back, half a sleeve falling to the ground, and a few drops of red blood dripping from his fingertips.
But he himself didn't feel particularly annoyed; instead, he laughed heartily.
"Damn it, even this isn't enough?" Aaron smiled bitterly, feeling depressed. He had placed high hopes on this sneak attack, but the result was not as he wished.
"I don't have a grand-uncle, and even if I did, you'd have to call me 'ancestor'."
But speaking of which, Apparition is an advanced teleportation magic; you've been hiding pretty deep, little fellow!
If Gines, the butler, knew, he'd surely be too ashamed to lift his head." Wicked sighed, then looked at the longsword in Aaron's hand, "And the divine weapon forged by Algernon. If that kid knew his sword could hurt my tail, he'd probably be over the moon."
"Can you still get hurt in your current state?"
"No, I'm already dead.
This is just a simple visual effect, proving that you can indeed threaten me at the initial stage of a magicConductor." Wicked chuckled and shook his head, "I admit I underestimated you a little; you've made me feel a hint of danger for the first time in a long while.
In this kind of match, if it were a fair one-on-one, you would die, but I might also be seriously injured."
Aaron:...Damn it! Is that something a human would say?
"So I should feel honored?" Aaron rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.
He had always been regarded as the hope of the Gaus family for a hundred years, yet in a fight with a Wizard one rank lower than himself, even risking his life, he only managed to seriously injure the opponent. How could he bear that?
"Yes." Wicked nodded unceremoniously, "If your father knew you could hurt me, he'd probably cry tears of joy, and to exaggerate a bit, he might even throw a seven-day and seven-night feast."
"What a joke?"
"No joke, I could defeat a beginner Archmage when I was a beginner magic Conductor." Wicked said, "Whether alive or dead, when the strength difference isn't significant, fewer than ten people have been able to injure me.
Among all your teachers, I am the ceiling of combat power. No one is my match in a one-on-one, except for Flo, who can occasionally gain an advantage with mind magic."
Hearing this, Aaron's Adam's apple couldn't help but bob up and down, and the expression on his face gradually changed from astonishment to excitement.
"We unworthy descendants certainly can't compare to you, but today you still have to give me that spellbook."
"That confident?" Wicked asked with an amused smile.
"It's not that I'm confident, it's a fact.
I can Apparate, and I have a dragon, giving me a certain degree of initiative.
And your magic power should be mostly depleted. If I haven't miscalculated, you only have about one-fifth left, right?
Even you, with a greatly depleted magic power and only able to use elemental magic circles, probably don't have much chance of winning."
"Is that so?
But things might not be as you imagine."
Wicked pointed upwards, and the blue magic circle on the ceiling instantly disappeared. His own magic power also stabilized, "Now, my magic power is barely enough."
"So what? Our chances of winning are still very high."
"One move to decide the winner!" Wicked said somewhat impatiently, "Also, you really need to change that bad habit of being self-satisfied."
"I'll consider it after I've defeated you."
Aaron jumped onto Abe's back, white wings flapped, and one person and one dragon slowly ascended, a purple advanced magic circle and crimson dragon's breath poised to strike.
Just as they were about to secure victory in one go, they were astonished to find six purple magic circles neatly arranged above, below, in front, behind, to the left, and to the right of them.
A cube surrounded them, purple electric arcs flickering in and out of sight, scaring the person and dragon into a panic, their prepared magic being timidly retracted.
"This is my last bit of strength. If you can dodge it, you win." Wicked took out the spellbook, his voice full of temptation, "Do you want to try and see if your Apparition is faster, or my lightning is faster?
As you said, nothing ventured, nothing gained. A gamble won't hurt."
"Hehe! A wise man submits to circumstances, right?"
Aaron showed an awkward but polite smile, and very decisively threw down the wand and longsword in his hand.
"Actually, there's a second half to that saying: 'Wealth is found in danger, and lost in danger. Ten percent is gained when sought, ninety percent is lost when lost.'
So... I surrender. Losing to the renowned Wicked Gaus is not shameful.
Besides, I even made him bleed and get injured. That counts as a kind of honor, doesn't it?"
Wicked looked at him in surprise, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
To be honest, Aaron's surrender was within his expectations, but his ability to perform a surrender so skillfully and naturally also caught him somewhat off guard.