Chapter 383 Summit 8

Chapter 383: Summit 8

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Boom!"

In an instant, the palm of flames and the giant hand of frost crashed fiercely into each other. The collision between the different power levels of the Great Wizards quickly caused waves of aftershock that rippled outward, instantly crushing the Runic Magic Circle of Blacksand Fort.

A crack immediately appeared in the Runic Magic Circle and widened without stopping. The Black-White Great Wizard said in a low voice, "Alright, the Runic Magic Circle is broken. Go in!"

The Spell Casters who came with the Black-White Great Wizard had been ready long ago. These foreign Spell Casters saw that a crack had appeared in the Runic Magic Circle, so they flew into the gap as quickly as they could.

"D*mn you, Black-White Great Wizard. Is your Ozmu trying to start a full-on war with my Blacksand Fort?"

The colossal palm of flames began to stir up ripples. Beams of firelight soared into the sky, forming a giant fiery-red figure in mid-air.

The Black-White Great Wizard fixed his gaze upon the fiery-red figure in the sky, laughing coldly. "Utto, your Blacksand Fort has joined forces with Shadow Thorn, Miracle City, and all the southern spell casters' organizations. Heh heh, did you really think that Ozmu would know nothing of this? Still, the spies you've planted managed to hide well – to think that they've avoided our detection and divulged the location of Ozmu's sacred place. Your Blacksand Fort deserves to be destroyed countless times over for that violation alone!"

"Destroy my Blacksand Fort? Your Ozmu sure knows how to boast! Fine, since you've come, then stay here in Blacksand Fort. Every single one of you can forget about leaving!"

Wizard Utto of Blacksand Fort did not make an appearance but used a spell instead to form a flame avatar. As soon as he spoke, the flame avatar dispersed with a loud rumble, following which waves of flames rolled over incessantly in addition to the mysterious runes above Blacksand Fort, which increased Wizard Utto's might to its extreme.

The battle between the two Great Wizards was about to begin!

…

"Rumble."

Within the hall of Blacksand Fort, the eighth round of battle had yet to begin. The Host Wizard did not determine the candidates for the eighth round. At the moment, there were only four participants left – Merlin, the Miracle Child, Bratu, and Bellach. The four of them had to draw lots to select their opponent.

Before they could do so, the entire hall began to rock violently as if there was an earthquake. However, this tremor only lasted for a very short time, after which it resumed to normal.

"Everybody, don't panic. It might just be a sandstorm. The Runic Magic Circle of Blacksand Fort is enough to protect Blacksand Fort from any problems."

The Spell Casters who were moderating the summit had now stood up. Although they did not stop reassuring the crowds below, they were flabbergasted deep down because before this, no such situation had occurred at Blacksand Fort. The Runic Magic Circle of Blacksand Fort could not be shaken by just any sandstorm, to say nothing of tremors in Blacksand Fort.

Something unexpected must have occurred!

"The Miracle Child, Bellach, Bratu, and Merlin – come on up and draw lots. There are still two final rounds to go!"

The Host Wizard saw that the hall was no longer swaying so he heaved a small sigh of relief, and continued hosting the summit. Now, there were only Merlin and the other three Wizards left. They were waiting for the last two rounds to decide the victor of this summit.

Merlin gradually stood up. He still felt that something was not right but he could not say what it was, and could only walk toward the arena.

In the arena, Merlin, the Miracle Child, Bratu, and Bellach stood together. The four of them were the top fighters below the Fourth-level of this summit. Moreover, Merlin had risen in a short time, and could be said to have become famous in one day!

"I wonder who Wizard Merlin's next opponent will be?"

"No matter who Wizard Merlin's opponent is, it better not be the Miracle Child…"

"Wizard Merlin excels in producing miracles. In any case, I look forward to the battle between Wizard Merlin and the Miracle Child. It's really inconceivable when you think about it. Wizard Merlin is from an unknown small-sized spell casters' organization – he's the pride of our small-sized spell casters' organization!"

Among those four, there was not the slightest doubt that the Miracle Child commanded the most attention. Second to the Miracle Child was Merlin.

There was such great interest in Merlin because of his identity. He came from the small-sized spell casters' organization, the Dark Magic Region and had risen all at once, being a Six-Elemental Spell Caster with at least three types of Pandora Demon Abilities.

With all these features combined, Wizards from all levels could not help but try their best to understand Merlin. Therefore, besides small-sized spell casters' organizations, a few medium-sized spell casters' organizations also directed their attention toward Merlin.

Soon, they began to draw lots. Merlin drew the number one. According to the rules, Merlin's next opponent would be the Spell Caster who drew four.

In a short moment, the Host Wizard began to read out the numbers the four of them had drawn.

"Bratu, two!"

"Bellach, three!"

"Merlin, one!"

"The Miracle Child, four!"

Surprisingly, Merlin's next opponent was the Miracle Child!

Below the arena, Wizard Sarah and the others wore a mournful expression. Merlin had encountered the Miracle Child in the eighth round, which meant that he would only go as far as the eighth round, unable to make it to the final round. It was quite a pity.

"Why must he go up against the Miracle Child? If he could be matched with Bratu or Bellach, Wizard Merlin could perhaps still produce a miracle and enter the ninth round! Now that he has encountered the Miracle Child, Wizard Merlin has no chance at all…"

Wizard Envia's face was also full of dejection. Although they were already very proud that Merlin had made it this far, they still felt rather sorry that Merlin could not enter the final round.

Thereafter, it would be difficult for the Dark Magic Region to produce another Spell Caster who could shine so brightly at the summit.

"Very well. The lots have been drawn. The eighth round of the summit now officially begins – Wizard Merlin from the Dark Magic Region and the Miracle Child from Miracle City!"

A nervous look washed across the Host Wizard's face. Those who were qualified to host the summit were at least Fourth-level Spell Casters, but any of the four Spell Casters who made it to the eighth round would be able to contend against a Sixth-level Spell Caster.

The Miracle Child had even killed a powerful Seventh-level Spell Caster before. This knowledge inadvertently caused the Host Wizard some apprehension.

Merlin glanced calmly at the Miracle Child, who remained as mellow as a breeze with a rather calm expression. From the third round onward, the Miracle Child had appeared calm no matter who he faced, only making one attack. The time in which he defeated his opponents was even shorter than Merlin's.

In another arena stood Bratu and Bellach. This time, the battles in both arenas would happen simultaneously. Between these two fights, the strongest two of the summit would be determined for the final battle.

The discrepancy between the capabilities of Bellach and Bratu was minuscule. The battle between them would be a truly bitter one. Therefore, both of them now appeared extremely solemn.

"The Miracle Child – my goal is to defeat the Miracle Child. No one can stand in my way!"

Bellach stared firmly at Bratu, a glint of determination flashed in his eyes whereas Bratu drew in a deep breath. Although he said nothing, it was clear that he was ready, and their battle could break out at any moment!

In comparison to Bellach and Bratu who were at daggers drawn, Merlin and the Miracle Child both stood in the arena, yet they did not move at all, appearing calm and composed.

After a long moment, the Miracle Child began to say slowly, "Wizard Merlin of the Dark Magic Region, Six-Elemental Spell Caster, the genius Spell Caster whom the Dark Magic Region had chosen to succeed Kleis – in my eyes, you're even stronger than Kleis! It's just a shame that your Darkness spells are useless against me because my Mind Power, due to my talent, has reached the Seventh-level!"

It was as if the Miracle Child was chatting with Merlin, giving him a brief introduction about himself. This was, in fact a secret but the Miracle Child had divulged it so easily. It was a display of extreme confidence!

Seventh-level Mind Power – Merlin could not help but fall silent. Up until now, even with the Bell Space in addition to various Mind Power potions and advanced Mind Meditation Spells, his Mind Power had barely approached the Fifth-level.

However, the Miracle Child's Mind Power, who was similarly a Third-level Spell Caster, had reached the Seventh-level. This was pure talent! The Miracle Child was a true prodigy. This proved that the world had no lack of genius.

"Therefore, wield your strongest technique. I know that you still have your greatest skill, and you're not inferior to Bratu or Bellach!"

The Miracle Child's gaze sharpened instantly, and his manner became serious. Without Merlin noticing it, a powerful pressure was pressing heavily onto him, making him feel stifled.

The present Miracle Child was the one who could kill a Seventh-level Spell Caster, one of the three most gifted geniuses of all time in Miracle City, the one widely acknowledged to be the strongest among the younger generation in the entire southern Spell Caster world!

Merlin took in a deep breath. He did not care about his ranking in the summit. His objective was to be able to battle once with a true genius, and the Miracle Child evidently fulfilled the criteria.

"Miracle Child, it's been said that you can kill a Seventh-level Spell Caster, but I still want to give this a shot!"

Wisps of Fire Elemental fluctuations began to flicker over Merlin. Merlin's strongest power was naturally Fiery Collapse which had been combined with spells.

In particular, when it was wielded through Third-level spell, Condensed Fire, its might could catch up to a Seventh-level spell. This was Merlin's final, strongest attack. As long as he seized this chance, he might even have a shot at defeating the Miracle Child.

Merlin did not believe that even Miracle Child's Defensive spell was comparable to a Seventh-level spell unless it was a special Pandora Demon Ability or a powerful Runic Magic Circle.

Merlin did not believe that the Miracle Child was omniscient and omnipotent. The Miracle Child was so powerful at the Third-level, but he surely must have a weak spot!

"Rumble."

Just as everyone had focused their attention on watching the two battles in the arenas, the entrance of the hall began to sway violently once more. Furthermore, the tremors had become worse than before, and one could vaguely feel intense Elemental fluctuations.

"What's going on?"

"What's happening in Blacksand Fort?"

By this point, even those who were slow knew that some misfortune must have befallen Blacksand Fort. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into chaos.

"Oh, you puny Spell Casters, you thought to rely on such trash to defend against the great Ozmu? Haha, how foolish, foolish to the extreme!"

Suddenly, the doors were forcefully kicked open, and three unfamiliar Spell Casters appeared in the hall.

Among these three Spell Casters, the one on the left was a lanky, aged Spell Caster. He was the one who had spoken. His gaze now swept toward the crowd in a disdainful manner.

On the right, there was a man who wore a silver sword at his waist. He looked like an Elemental Swordsman.

As for the Spell Caster in the middle, he wore an aloof expression over his handsome face. His eyes were like a pair of diamonds, and he seemed relatively young. However, there was a very distinct force about him which portrayed that he was the leader of the trio.

"Kleis?"

In the crowd, Wizard Sarah, Wizard Envia, and Wizard Ilman could not stop themselves from crying out in surprise at the same time when they saw the Spell Caster in the middle. This Spell Caster was the one who had betrayed the Dark Magic Region not long ago, the previous prodigy of the Dark Magic Region – Kleis!