Brandon leaned against a nearby corner of the training room that was assigned to their team, eager to watch all the action unfold.“Don’t waste any more time, merge!” Alec urged Arthur, who was waiting in the middle with him. Seeing the urgency in Alec’s expression, Arthur wasted no time casting the merge spell, his silver body golem shattered into countless pieces before merging seamlessly with his body.Alec observed, absentmindedly caressing his jaw, no matter how many times he witnessed the merge spell, it always reminded him of Iron Man transformation, one of his favourite movies from his past world. However, his train of thought was abruptly interrupted when Arthur’s transformation was complete.As a massive surge of mana pressure radiated outward in all directions, with Arthur at the center. It felt almost as if he were controlling the wind with his aura alone. Brandon’s lip twitched as he watched from the side, previously, before Alec helped Arthur correct his golem’s e

Arthur slid across the ground, dragging his sword into the earth to cushion the force propelling him backward.As he raised his head, his vision was filled with Legion's spear piercing through the air, hurtling directly toward him. Legion grows more serious about the fight, the more minutes he spent surviving, and Arthur found himself being pushed around the training hall with little chance to recover.Though they were in the same cultivation realm, but there was no denying that Legion’s superior experience and countless battles gave him a decisive edge in the spar. Arthur could only dream of matching that level of mastery.Bang!Arthur raised his sword just in time, using its broad blade to deflect Legion’s strike to the side, the sheer force behind the spear sent tremors through his arm as he deflected it, and he felt a searing laser slash past his ear, missing by mere inches. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself and launched a low left hook, as his fist glowed with metal eleme

The king of the Northern Kingdom sat on his throne, propping his chin up with his left hand. As a group of eccentric-looking mage elders entered the throne room, where he was deep in discussion with his right and left generals."This better be good!" the king retorted, eyeing the elders who had come to visit him, as he waved his hands to his general signalling for the to leave the room. "Your Majesty, I have come to report on the task you assigned to us," one of the elders said."Yes, what is the progress?" the king asked, impatience evident in his voice."There have been no disturbances in space since that day, and we did everything we could to pinpoint the location of the tear with the lingering aura," the elder continued, his tone somber. "However, we have failed in this endeavour, it seems that the aura from the tear has completely dissipated as the space has recovered, leaving us unable to complete the task you entrusted to us." The elder bowed his head as low as possible, hop

“Bloodline!”“War God!”The chants of both academies’ names echoed across the stadium, their intensity reaching a fever pitch. It was finally time for the most anticipated event, the showdown between the Bloodline Academy and the War God Mage Academy. Since the confirmation of this match up, excitement had been building to unprecedented levels as the fans could hardly wait to experience the finals.The grand royal stadium was packed to capacity, yet the crowd outside was just as massive. Surrounding the royal palace on all four sides at the east gate, West gate, south gate, and north gate were enormous crystal screens erected for viewing, each broadcasting the scene from the Grand Royal Arena. The screens displayed a panoramic view of the massive stage and occasionally highlighted notable figures seated in the VIP sections.Although the match had yet to begin, but the atmosphere was electric, the event was scheduled to take place in the evening, just a few hours before the Bloo

“I thought the War God Mage Academy was known for its straightforward and hot-blooded approach, not these kinds of crowd-pleasing antics,” the Dean of the Royal Mage Academy remarked, her voice tinged with mockery.Her eyes glinted with ulterior motives as she fixed her gaze on the War God Mage Academy’s Dean, who could only manage a dry chuckle in response. Her bitterness was no secret; it stemmed from past grievances, particularly her failure to obtain either the Rune smith or the alchemist she had desired from the War God Academy. This animosity fuelled her sharp words, invoking the strict principles of the former War God Mage Academy Dean.It was well-known that the old dean had always disapproved of attempts to use crowd size or influence to intimidate opponents, labelling such tactics as despicable. Yet now, the War God Academy seemed to be treading the same path. Their lack of a significant student presence made it challenging for the crowd to just wind up identifying eve