Mage Legend-Chapter 807 - 52: Draw (Part 4)

In just one second, the torrent was tamed and quietly dispersed into the air. The deafening noise vanished, but the eardrums of the two kept vibrating incessantly. It felt as if their hearing had suddenly disappeared, yet an unshakeable piercing shriek continued to echo in their minds.

"You're stealing my power!" Lynch shouted, startled by his own loud voice. "But you can't drain my magic! Nor can you attack me with the same trick again!"

The Magic God slowly walked closer, found a giant rock on this devastated land, and stood on it to say to Lynch, "Your accusation is meaningless. The magic origin you wield is what I originally granted. Now do you understand why victory is inevitably mine?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Then I shall drown you with your own well water. What does it matter?" Lynch began to gather power anew. "You're merely a god managing magic power, not magic itself. There's no substantial difference between us!"

The Magic God let out a long sigh and started chanting a spell. However, he wielded magic more swiftly, launching an attack with post-emptive first-strike efficiency. A flaming meteor tore through space and smashed toward Lynch's feet. The Magic God aimed to use the shockwave from the impact to either knock Lynch unconscious or make him lose the spell he was preparing.

Refined Gold's left hand automatically activated its defense, distorting the space-time around and pulling Lynch back. The mage endured the intense sensation of tearing throughout his body while focusing his mind to control the spell in his hands. The dazzling brilliance blinded him, but Refined Gold's timely response pulled him away from the danger zone just in time.

The mage opened his mouth, and a jet of black smoke burst out, mingled with a cacophony of screams. Countless faces of skeletons and ghosts roiled within the black cloud, their expressions of agony like those of humans struggling in the fires of hell—unable to escape or find ultimate peace. This was resentment from the necromancy world, the void that ended all things. Wherever the black cloud passed, the land parched quickly to desert; plants withered, shattered upon the ground; even the originally moist air turned into a dense, toxic fog of scorched green.

"The undead are nothing but toys! Little pupil!" The Magic God calmly countered. As the death tide surged towards him, a dazzling light sphere exploded ahead of it.

This was the Yang Flame Burst, utterly opposite to the energy of the Undead World. Amidst the radiant splendor, the black torrent split in two, circumventing the Magic God. Though resentful howling still echoed around him, this energy could no longer pose any threat.

Lynch seized that moment to soar into the sky, positioning himself directly above his opponent. The "Undead Calamity" spell was merely a blinding technique. All he needed was the Magic God's Yang Flame Burst. With this, a background of utter darkness followed by an infinite bright flash was created, reducing everyone but Lynch, who had the Eye of Insight's protection, to losing track of his opponent in an instant.

Lynch pulled a scroll from his sleeve and snapped it forcefully. With sparks crackling in the air, a transparent barrier encapsulated the Magic God and his surrounding space. Lynch's incantations quickened, and the barrier continued to constrict. The entire region began to sink into the depths of the earth.

This was the spell that once imprisoned the Magic God's physical form, the Great Burial Technique.

Enormous stones rained down on the Magic God, quickly followed by tons of earth. The scene appeared as if the ground had opened a great maw, poised to swallow everything whole. The old gentleman's body was continually compressed, and the familiar agony almost suffocated him. The memory of his crushing defeat by this spell filled him with a fear that nearly stopped all thought. Yet all this was merely a conditioned reflex. Years of silence and reflection had gifted him the means to break this spell.

One after another, fire dragons burst forth from the soil beneath, as if several volcanoes were erupting simultaneously. The explosive force pierced the barrier, sending the airborne mage tumbling backward, violently crashing to the ground. The Great Burial Technique instantly collapsed, and the fire summoned by the Magic God swiftly swept in all directions. Terrifying heat filled the space—the once blue sky was obscured by thick smoke, red lightning rampaged; rock fragments rained like a storm, the land charred and cracked; magma flowed wherever the earth split, toxic gases mingling with burning steam burst forth like fountains.

Two battered figures emerged from the thick smoke, bathed in a mysterious, eerie red sunlight.

Lynch staggered slightly, his hair even caught aflame in the recent assault. Wiping the blood from the wound on his forehead, Lynch forcefully shook his head, strands of singed black hair dropped from his scalp, carrying flickering sparks away in the wind.

Another draw, neither side could claim absolute advantage, nor quickly put the other to death. Both knew any carelessness meant death. In the flickering firelight, the two mages faced off, hand to hand, eye to eye. Lightning burst out with the summoning, flame mercilessly spread with the gaze. The young body in a white magic robe writhed in pain, amid angry and anguished cries and explosions, forming a rousing musical chorus.

"You should have foreseen this result long ago!" The Magic God spat out dust and dirt, his once neat appearance utterly disheveled by the Great Burial Technique. That hoarse, aged voice spoke. "You could have lived alongside me, enjoyed the might of a god. You could continue to exist comfortably. Under my protection, your consciousness wouldn't decay, nor would you need to become a witch demon to escape the torment of aging, and immortality would grant you endless knowledge. You merely couldn't return to Anriel, forever reigning in another realm. Why bring about your own doom?"

"You know why." Lynch said softly. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his eye and straightened his magic robe once more—it was bound to become messy again in the ensuing battle.

The Magic God slowly nodded, looking at Lynch. "You're just like me, strong yet equally stubborn. What the collective Great Arcanists couldn't achieve, how could you possibly succeed?" he whispered, "It's a pity compromise couldn't be reached, I never wanted the result to be this. I can't let anyone block my return, I must re-establish the structure of magic! Or maybe, once you're in another world, you too could establish immense achievements. But—"

"The victor lives, the defeated perish." Lynch said with a smile. He extended his hand, carefully grasping the Arcane Wand into his grasp. Then he heard the chanting of spells, the storm of magic surged toward him. Lynch laughed heartily, responded with his own chant, and charged forward without hesitation.

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