Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 1205 - 321: So What Was That Thing?

Barrett's expression was momentarily stiff, sympathetically saying to Julius, "Creating a character like this must have been quite hard for you."

Julius raised an eyebrow and glanced at Barrett, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Barrett's face darkened, feeling his anger rising quickly: "Tch, making a character is fine, just don't want to admit it, I'm starting to dislike you."

Julius didn't speak, his gaze turned towards the referee, who snapped his fingers, and a semi-transparent wall unfolded between them, putting a distance between the two:

"Barrett, please step back and prepare for battle, the finals are about to begin."

Barrett stared at his emotionless face, his face unpleasant as he stepped back a few paces, snorting as he said dryly:

"The fundamentalist War Mage school has become quite rare in recent years. Mages are stronger than ordinary people physically, but compared to Monsters, they're still too frail.

Instead of taking the well-trodden path, you choose a road less traveled; if you don't change, you'll be stuck here for life."

The only response from Julius was an unflinching gaze, and Barrett snorted, saying no more.

As the match countdown ended, the Magic Power surged around Barrett, and the aura of the Snow King skyrocketed on the field.

The Snow King, having received his command long ago, didn't charge but instead let out a "roar" and activated a Spell-like.

Spell-like "Sand Flip"

Spell-like "Blizzard Command"

As the Snow King stamped a foot on the ground, the turf exploded instantly, a three-meter-high wave of sand surging towards Julius's direction.

Following closely was a storm conjured by Magic Power, the gale fueling the sand wave's momentum, instantly covering the entire field, while the temperature plummeted to minus 50°C, the blizzard with attached frost damage fervently stripping all heat from the arena.

The Snow King roared fiercely, and sharp ice spikes pierced through the ground, obscuring Barrett's figure and targeting Julius.

So what if the attack speed is fast?

Can you finish me off with the combination of destroying the footing, causing body stiffness, and obscuring vision?

Fundamentalist War Mage school? Ridiculous, ridiculous.

The torrent of blizzard and ice spikes swept over, yet Barrett didn't hear the referee's voice declaring defeat.

His face changed slightly, a sense of unease flashing through his mind, wanting to subconsciously retreat, but then heard a roar from within the ice spikes.

The next instant, the ice spikes collapsed, and a large ice surface erupted into a sky of ice shards, a figure wrapped in wind and snow coming through, passing by the Snow King.

BANG!

The Snow King's head in front erupted suddenly.

Barrett suddenly felt a shadow looming over his face, and a fist the size of a sandbag gradually enlarged.

BOOM!!!

Was I sniped? Where did he get the view from? No, the one who just sniped me, seemed to be a... fist?

Like a watermelon smashed by a swung baseball bat, Barrett fell to the ground instantly, getting kicked offline by the System.

Julius maintained the posture of delivering a straight punch forward, standing barehanded in the blizzard, a blur of bloodstain on his fist, the One-handed Axe dangling lightly at his waist.

The sudden drop in temperature turned his breath into fog, his eyelashes with sparkling ice beads quivering slightly.

An open highway? A road less traveled?

With a flick of the fist, a sonic boom sounded, leaving no sticky flesh on his hand, casually saying:

"Not bad."

The next second, he logged off.

The crowd below boiled over.

From the audience, someone revealed a slight smile: "Is that kid the descendant of His Lordship? Seems like I saw the faint glimpse of His Lordship's former majestic exploits in him!"

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In an elegantly decorated room, suddenly, a beast-like roar erupted, Barrett painfully opened the Weave login pod, clutching his head and unable to recover for a long while.

His eyes filled with bloodshot veins, angrily kicking the Weave login pod, pulling out the auto-retractable external brain-machine interface from the pod and wearing it again.

In a bout of dizziness, he logged back into the Weave.

As a slightly mocking "You have failed, be grateful, if it weren't for the extension of the Weave, you would have died" popped up in his view.

He glanced at it, directly clicking × on the top right corner, opening his "Historical Records", and found that match at the top of the "1V1 (Public Channel) Records".

As the pain in his brain gradually subsided, the resentment in Barrett's eyes mostly faded, now he only wanted to see, exactly whose brat dared to strike so ruthlessly.

"Barrett is the Strongest (Defeated/Yerman Floating City)" VS "Lancaster Spear (Winner/Titan Floating City)"

Barrett's face revealed a ferocious expression, so you're the fundamentalist War Mage, huh! You dared to slap Grandpa Barrett in the face, I don't care about you skewering me, but you dared to slap me in the face!!!

Titan Floating City, huh, next time during the Floating City exchange match, I'll specifically target you people from Titan Floating City!

Hmm?

Barrett froze for a moment, why does this Floating City's name sound so familiar?

A moment later, his expression turned dull, he remembered.

"Isn't this the crumbling Floating City where Dad went searching a few days ago? No, wasn't Titan Floating City already fallen?"

He subconsciously shivered, in the association, even the life token of the King of Mages from Titan Floating City was shattered, there shouldn't be any living beings in that ghost place, was I just fighting against some kind of specter?

... In the Floating City...

In the command center of Titan Floating City, Kael opened his eyes in the crystal seal, the tentacles of the Gluttonous Slime entwined around his body slowly retracting into the ceiling, disconnecting from the Weave.