Chapter 229

Chapter 229

Such unnecessary worries. McQueen said with a stern expression as he swung the stone tablet he held.

Crack!

In the blink of an eye, Lennoks Thunderstrike Kill shattered the arm of the stone statue, only for it to regenerate instantly. This summoned creature possessed remarkable regenerative abilities, evident from Arjumarthas previous arm sacrifice.

Observing this, Lennok shifted the conversation, saying, Skyscrapers are designed with a certain degree of flexibility and resilience in mind to not sway with the wind.

As he looked at the building trembling under McQueens overflowing power, Lennok continued, But at this rate, it wont last long.

McQueen retorted with intensity, What are you so calmly blabbering about!!

He swiftly completed his hand signs and stepped back. Leaping onto the statues head, he glared at Lennok from a considerable height.

His bodys tattoos swirled violently, and a bright yellow light of emotion, known as Spiritshine, emanated from both hands.

Whirrrr!

You, too, took this job because you coveted the position of the boss Stop pretending and speak your true intentions!!!

With the statues mouth wide open, McQueen directed the gathered Spiritshine into it. Arjumartha absorbed this massive energy source, circulated it within, and unleashed it towards Lennok.Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/bin(.)co/m

[Column Dismissal Cannon (, Jusangdo Haepo)]

The bright yellow beam emitted from Arjumarthas mouth pierced Lennoks location and descended toward the ground below the building.

Creakkkk!!!

This was the unmatched technique of Fallen Monk Parden McQueena high-level bombardment spell that temporarily unleashed Arjumarthas sealed power, converting it into raw firepower.

The devastating beam, capable of melting half of the skyscrapers rooftop, left an extensive scar on the ground, piercing straight through.

It was an unavoidable strike, especially with Arjumartha situated on the top floor, severely limiting Lennoks room to evade.

Wasnt this duel with Lennok chosen precisely for this technique, one that rivaled Lennok in destructive potential?

Heugh, heugh!!

Sweat trickled down McQueens wrinkled skin.

Decades had passed since his last genuine combat, especially against a formidable adversary demanding his utmost effort. His aging reflexes and clouded judgment made precise mana control challenging, and his aging body struggled with the strain of high-difficulty spells.

Yet, even while panting heavily, McQueen relentlessly directed power towards Lennok while propped against the stone tablet.

Aaaaaah!!

[Formula of Fine Line (, Sikmyoseon)]

[Simmering Light of Harm (, Donhaegwang)]

Boom and flash!

The barrage of spells, fired with screams and while clutching the stone tablet, rained down unrelentingly.

The building, already swaying and unstable, began to teeter under the excessive force.

Even in that critical moment, McQueen fought to maintain his focus.

Where are you!

How much research and analysis had he conducted on the wizard named Van in preparation for this days battle?

A wizard known for his mastery of the lightning series, boasting unmatched firepower, stood before him.

His expertise extended beyond the thermal series, encompassing ice and manipulation skills, and he displayed exceptional proficiency with firearms.

His razor-sharp intuition and unparalleled combat instincts allowed him to take on warriors in direct confrontations. How many had succumbed to his formidable abilities?

He had spent over a week gathering intelligence on his opponents combat style and crafting countermeasures.

His devastating firepower and a multitude of attack strategies sharply contrasted with his predominantly shield-based defense spells.

If he could confine his adversary and unleash potent spells, he might pierce through the defenses.

However, McQueen remained vigilant even after executing his plan successfully.

His opponent was not one to be defeated so easily.

His talents and judgment had earned the admiration of Olivera Ron Maze.

Countless battles had honed his experience and instincts; this couldnt be the end.

McQueen understood this better than anyone, having been a wizard who had crossed countless life-and-death thresholds to attain his current status.

It cant just end like this!

Where are you?!

In response to McQueens urgent inquiry, the answer surprisingly emerged from a nearby location.

I have no great interest in the position of the boss. Working for the organization is the same.

Startled, McQueen turned to his rear, but a sharp object pierced through his abdomen with astonishing speed.

Pwook!!

Boom!

The section of the building that had been supporting the weight was violently struck, causing the already trembling upper portion to break away and crumble.

Creak!

In an instant, the colossal stone statue, measuring over ten meters in height, tilted to one side, sending both wizards on its head hurtling downward.

The giant statue and the two sorcerers plummeted a staggering 800 meters, confronting the fierce winds.

Recognizing the error in selecting such a confined battleground, McQueen wasted no time in altering the fights location by obliterating the upper structure of the building.

Whoosh!

Amidst the rushing wind, Lennok swiftly turned his gaze towards McQueen. As he descended alongside his summoned creature towards the ground, not a hint of agitation marred his composed countenance. Instead, he sat serenely in the center of the falling statues chest, eyes closed, clutching the stone tablet.

His hand signs flowed seamlessly, and Arjumarthas arms gracefully traced an arc.

A dual incantation performed in harmony by master and summon.

Roar!!!

The secrets of a summoning spell that exponentially amplified the scale and potency of the technique left little to the imagination.

McQueens blood, heightened by Avids serum, enveloped both the statue and the sorcerer, forming an immense blood barrier against external threats.

The Level 6 blood mages serum, wrought at the cost of his subordinates lives, heightened McQueens awareness while enhancing his spellcasting abilities.

Even as they descended upside down, Lennok observed with a grin.

It was far too late to disrupt the spell.

Moreover, he had no intention to do so from the outset.

An aged, wearied Level 7 Sorcerer.

Forced into this condition by the serum, McQueens dulled combat instincts couldnt fully unlock Lennoks potential.

He fell victim to sophisticated psychological warfare and bewildering spellcraft, and the moment he succumbed to Lennoks illusion, the battle was decided.

When McQueen had clutched the stone tablet in resistance, Lennok had over twenty methods to end his life.

But why hadnt he done it?

Ruthless, meticulous, never wasting an opportunity for carelessnesswhy hadnt he executed and concluded all his schemes flawlessly?

Lennok knew the answer.

Such an opportunity will not arise again.

If not now, he would never have the chance to engage in a high-level wizards duel.

No matter how keen and nimble the insight acquired, its true power could only be fully grasped by wielding it directly.

Hence, Lennok had to test it now, not in a life-or-death moment, but in this controlled environmenta one-on-one wizards duel without any external interference.

How far could his chosen path take him?

Gripping the magical core that emerged from his sleeve, McQueens incantation reached its culmination, and he opened his eyes wide.

In a state of intense concentration, only the whites of his eyes were visible as he bellowed with his entire mana.

Aaaaaaah!!!

A formidable determination coursed through the space, initiating a transformation in the surroundings.

[Domain Deployment]

[Imprinted Imagery]

[White Mountain Temple ()]

Thud Thud Thud!!!

A whirlwind of white gusts.

The air brushing against his cheek carried an icy chill, mercilessly slicing through his earlobes.

His nasal passages cleared instantly, and his ears experienced a peculiar sensation of pressure change.

Yet, what unfolded before Lennoks eyes transcended the surreal physical sensations.

A snow-clad mountain adorned with glistening white.

Nestled amidst the towering mountain peaks, far from any trace of human civilization, a colossal temple painted a vibrant crimson stood in magnificent isolation.

In the secluded snowfield, encircled by lofty mountains.

Before the grand entrance of the ancient temple.

A man knelt, head bowed, obscured by the snow.

(To be Continued)

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