84 Shock

A gleam of light hung from the top of the golden stick. Lin Li could clearly see the expression of dismay and despair on Cromwell's face.

"This… this is impossible!" From victory in hands to a total despair, the change was like a fall from heaven to hell. Cromwell could not accept the reality in front of him at all; his voice was full of frenzied emotions.

The bite of mana brought on by the level-nineteen spell was like the end for Cromwell. Almost at the moment of failure, his mana had completely fallen apart. The overstepping spell was far beyond his ability, and so the consequences of the bite of mana were naturally far beyond what he could bear. Cromwell stood there, stupefied, but there was not a slight magical wave on him. At this point, he was a complete waste…

"This can't be real…" Cromwell recited spells desperately, but not a trace of mana was aroused. Endless despair rose from the bottom of his heart, and his hoarse voice even carried a tinge of sobbing tone.

There was a dead silence on the stands. What was happening before them was far beyond anyone's imagination.

The previous magic spell was terrifying; it was nearly divine. Just the aftermath of mana surge had set off an elemental storm in the Daylight Square. Everyone could not help trembling under the terrifying power of the mana…

Amidst Cromwell's high-pitched recitations, an image of doomsday emerged in everyone's minds—the upsurge of violent magical elements instantly tore apart the young mage and then swept across the Daylight Square in a destructive gesture, tearing apart the sky and the earth and leaving behind a deep scar in Jarrosus City…

It was as if even time had stopped, and everyone was sitting in their seats, dumbfounded, watching Cromwell recite his spell.

Then they saw something they would never forget…

It was just a light touch, and the whole world was cleansed.

Almost everyone's mind went blank after witnessing this scene.

Cromwell's magic had scared them, but that light touch of Lin Li's had completely plunged them into infinite fear…

No one knew how he did it, or even more so the secret behind it.

But the consequences of this light touch were obvious to them.

It ended an almost-divine magic and made a strong man with a strength that was infinitely close to an Archmage's into an invalid at the same time.

At the moment Cromwell's magic fell apart, everyone felt a chill rising from their hearts. It was a feeling of fear from the depths of their hearts.

In their hearts, the Guild of Magic represented by this young Magic Shooter had also transformed from a monster that they were unable to compete with to a monster that could not be measured by common sense.

In their view, the Guild of Magic today was even more frightening than a fire-breathing dragon. The dragon would at least inspire people to become a dragon slayer, but when faced with a monster like the Guild of Magic, there was no chance to dream at all. How terrifying was Cromwell's magic spell? Yet it was broken almost in an instant… How was such a power not one of a monster?

Whether it was the ten mage families or the six underground forces, who would dare to fight against such a power?

Aaron Matsis was regretful, and wanted to slap himself in the face. He had to be tired of living, daring to swear at Gerian. Although those words were said behind closed doors, a monster like the Guild of Magic could not be measured by common sense. Who knew if those words would reach Gerian's ears…

But luckily, Gerian had no time to bother about him at present.

Gerian was busy now—he was busy humiliating Old Merlin.

Gerian burst into a hearty laughter, patting Ysera's back while glancing at Old Merlin wickedly. "How about that, Ysera, I wasn't wrong just now, right? An invalid like Cromwell wouldn't even be able to get it up even if he was given aphrodisiac. It didn't even take a minute for Felic to thrash him. An invalid is an invalid, useless even with aphrodisiac…"

"Yes… Yes…" The fair and genteel young patriarch felt embarrassed at Gerian's vulgar metaphor, but had to force out a smile on his face in response.

"That is why, Ysera, sometimes heredity is really important. A useless father will naturally give birth to a useless son. But you are a decent kid, and your son will definitely be much stronger than the useless bum below. Do you want me to introduce some girls to you?"

"Uh… There's no need for this…"

"Gerian, don't go overboard!" In the face of Gerian's blatant provocation, the livid Old Merlin could no longer sit still and stood up abruptly.

"F*ck you, Matthew. I'm talking to Ysera, what has it got to do with you, fool?" Gerian looked at Old Merlin with taunting eyes. "Stop telling me what to do in front of me. If you're indignant, come at me. I've had enough of you too anyway."

"You…"

"You what?" Gerian glared. "If you don't have the guts, then shut it. Damn fool. Your son's on aphrodisiac, and you're on aphrodisiac too. In the end, you've got impotence at old age, not even having the guts to fight me. Matthew, I didn't mean to tell you, but you've lived in vain all your life…"

Hearing Gerian's outburst, Castellan Isaac wisely turned his face away. Several rich businessmen and celebrities leaned to the side subconsciously for fear that blood might spill on them.

Even some of the leaders who used to have a good relationship with the Merlin Family quickly turned deaf ears to the situation. Nobody dared to speak up for Old Merlin at this awful moment. Who in Jarrosus City did not know that once Gerian opened his mouth, the words he uttered would get increasingly vicious? Now that the Guild of Magic had gained the absolute upperhand, it was too late for all the leaders to butter up to him; who still had the leisure to treasure past friendship?

And it went without saying for the Saruman Family and the Mannes Family—the forces that had swung to the Guild of Magic long ago. Although they had not yet fallen to the point of openly lashing out at Old Merlin, it was undeniable that they were gloating in the dark. The looks that were cast on Old Merlin were not with the best intentions…