Black Hearted Mage

The three senior magicians from the magic guild danced their hands as quickly as phantoms, muttered something, and cast magic shields on themselves in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, not far away, Kaisas was also casting the same spell in an orderly manner. However, unlike the three magicians, the types of enhancement spells he cast were obviously more than his opponents.

In addition to the common magic shield that could ward off enemy attacks, Caesars also cast Magic Armor to enhance his magical defense, Solid Armor to improve his physical defense, Agility to make his movements as swift as the wind, and Wind Grace to enhance his agility. For a moment, a variety of brilliant lights flickered and intertwined around him, dazzling the eyes.

At this moment, the members of the Magic Guild launched their offensive. They raised their priceless staffs, their tips blazing with fiery flames. These staffs were engraved with powerful exploding fireball patterns. This eliminated the need for them to waste time chanting lengthy and complex spells; they could simply pour magic power into their staffs, allowing them to cast spells quickly.

Facing the oncoming enemy, Caesars remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. This wasn't due to blind arrogance, but rather because he knew the range of spells cast through the magic patterns was fixed—a mere thirty meters. Even a meter more would be impossible.

In fact, as early as the old days, those skilled elven magic pattern masters had already discovered this rather thorny problem: most of the materials used to engrave magic patterns will inevitably weaken their overall strength once the magic patterns are engraved. Among the many materials available, only staffs made of metal can better withstand the effects of magic patterns.

As for other materials like wood, it's difficult to avoid a reduction in strength due to the engraving of magic patterns. After engraving a magic pattern with a range exceeding thirty meters, the staff will be unable to withstand the energy of the pattern and will be destroyed. Therefore, with the exception of the Endless Forest, all the magic patterns that have been circulated are weakened versions.

Caesars put away the Death Staff. He didn't need to use it to deal with the three wooden mages. He began to cast spells quickly. He wanted to deal with these three people as quickly as possible. He would teach the great magician a lesson in the next battle.

The blazing, exploding fireball, like a blazing meteor, hurtled forward at astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it slammed fiercely into the rough, hard ground. With a resounding bang, the fireball instantly exploded, transforming into countless streams of scorching flames that scattered like fireworks. Wherever these streams touched, a raging fire ignited, quickly forming a burning area approximately four or five meters in size.

However, unexpectedly, although this burning area looked majestic, it was actually still two or three meters away from Caesars. Obviously, these three magicians made such a serious mistake when casting the magic and misjudged the distance.

At this moment, just as the three old magicians were about to approach Caesars, six black shadow arrows suddenly shot towards them at lightning speed. These shadow arrows were not only completely black, but also had several strands of mysterious purple light wrapped around them, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

"Oh my god! How come so many shadow arrows appeared all of a sudden?"

Kandel, sitting in the stands, exclaimed in surprise. As the Grand Alchemist of the Northland Tower, he knew what such a large number of shadow bolts meant. He watched the situation closely, a sense of nervousness rising in his heart. The moment he saw these shadow bolts being fired by Caesar, he realized that he was no longer Caesar's opponent.

Old Roman, standing nearby, was equally astonished. His eyes widened as he muttered to himself in disbelief, "Multicasting, two-handed casting, and then brute-force casting... This guy can actually unleash three shadow bolts simultaneously with a single hand! Such a high level of magical power output is incredibly demanding, yet Caesars can pull it off so effortlessly. It's truly incredible!"

Old Roman expressed admiration for Caesar's superb super-magic skills. Three shadow arrows required three times the magic output, which was not something that ordinary people could achieve.

The higher-ups in the Magic Guild also witnessed Caesar's spellcasting skills, which almost overturned their understanding. Triple the magic output, requiring three times the force of the spellcasting. If the magic veins were not strong enough, the body would immediately explode and die.

"With double violent casting, the spell attack strength will increase by 50%. With triple violent casting, the spell attack strength will increase by 100%. The spell strength of each shadow arrow of Caesars will increase by 30%. Sandro and his men won't even have a chance to fight back!" exclaimed Cairns, the vice president of the Magic Guild.

"Kains, why don't they have a chance to fight back? The magic duel has just begun!"

Portman, who was sitting on the side, was a little confused. He didn't know why Keynes made such a comment.

"Boman, violent spellcasting will inevitably trigger the super magic skill - spell extension. Kaisas's spell range is over 35 meters. Those three are just waiting to be beaten! You should also think carefully about how to deal with Kaisas. It will be your turn soon."

Keynes looked a little worried. The Magic Guild was destined to be embarrassed today.

In the arena, shadow bolts flew everywhere, with a very high hit rate. The three senior magicians of the Magic Guild could only passively defend against the shadow bolts. The attack power of this spell was quite high, and their magic shields could only withstand two hits, and were pushed back repeatedly by the impact.

"Old Roman, your shadow arrow doesn't have this mysterious and charming purple halo!"

Kandel stared intently at the fierce battle in the arena. The outcome of this magic duel was beyond doubt. The three men representing the magic guild couldn't even get close to Caesars, let alone engage him head-on.

Old Roman frowned, his gaze also fixed on the arena. He spoke slowly, "Indeed, the spell Caesars cast was not taught to him by me, and it's not even recorded in my magic notebooks. This kid is hiding too many secrets. With his true strength, he could easily defeat us with a single blow, but now it seems like he's deliberately teasing his opponent!"

Kandel couldn't help but become worried and reminded him, "Old Roman, although Caesars is very powerful, don't forget that his magic sea is relatively small. If he continues to consume magic power like this, he may not have enough magic power in the next competition!"

Old Roman simply smiled and replied confidently, "Don't worry, this kid is very smart and would never do anything he wasn't absolutely sure of!"

In the arena, Caesar simply treated the three men like monkeys and played with them, making them panic and exhausted, and they could only flee in a panic.

The surrounding stands were packed, each seat completely occupied. The atmosphere was incredibly heated. The audience was brimming with excitement, their cheers and shouts resounding, deafening. These passionate people were filled with anticipation, eager to witness the three normally aloof and arrogant magicians exposed in this fierce duel.

Caesars's hands danced, he muttered a spell, and inky black shadow bolts quickly formed in his hands. However, something unexpected happened—just as the shadow bolts flew out of his hands, Caesars suddenly flashed and rushed towards the three magicians like an arrow from a bow! His figure closely followed the shadow bolts, and in the blink of an eye, he performed a superb flash spell, instantly crossing the distance between him and his target.

In a flash, before anyone could react, the first unlucky person appeared! Poor Sig didn't even have time to mount any effective defense. As the shadow bolt shattered his magic shield, Caesars grabbed him with lightning speed. Sig was like a defenseless scarecrow, helpless at the opponent's mercy. Then, with a loud "bang," Caesars mercilessly slammed Sig into Sandro beside him.

This sudden change made all the audience present gasp, and then burst into earth-shaking exclamations!

At that moment, Tru unfortunately became the second unlucky person. Caesar's arm, like a ghost, pierced through the seemingly indestructible magic shield in front of Tru and, with unerring precision, grabbed his magic robe from behind. The next moment, Tru also failed to escape the fate of the scarecrow, and was thrown away by an indescribable force.

Sandro was truly miserable after suffering such a heavy blow! First, he was hit hard by Sig, and then he was hit hard by Tru. Although these two collisions did not cause him too serious injuries, being knocked to the ground twice in a row still made him feel dizzy and his eyes were full of stars. He became a little disoriented and confused.

At this moment, a foot wearing soft leather short boots stepped hard on Sandro's back, making him unable to move.

"The Stake Mage is a joke!"

Caesar's voice came out from the magic loudspeaker and spread throughout the entire Colosseum, which was equivalent to slapping the Magic Guild in the face.

Sandro, sprawled on the ground, attempted to resist, but the foot behind him seemed to possess immense force, rendering him unable to budge. Sandro felt the force growing stronger, his ribs threatening to break. He slapped the ground with his hands, decisively accepting defeat. The rules of a magic duel prohibited killing, but they didn't forbid crippling.

At the referee's signal, Caesars loosened his grip, giving Sandro, whose face flushed red, a chance to catch his breath. The three magicians participating in the spell duel walked out of the ring dejectedly.

"What does the Stake Mage mean?" a spectator in the arena asked loudly.

"Standing still and casting spells is like the stump left after sawing a tree; it won't move!" an audience member replied with a laugh.

"So this is the Wooden Stake Wizard!" Another audience member nearby nodded as if suddenly realizing something.

"The people in the Magic Guild are too old. Look, they can hardly walk properly!"

Someone in the stands shouted something, causing many people to burst into laughter.

Caesars slowly walked back to the rest area and sat on a lounge chair under the parasol. The maid had already prepared tea for him. The burly ogre was about to go down to see Caesars, but the guards guarding the stairs stopped him.

Locke sat back in his chair helplessly. Caesar had already told him that his rest area was exclusive. No one else could enter until the magic duel was over, and he could not leave either.

Across the vast, tumultuous arena, towering grandstands loomed. There sat the highest echelons of the Magic Guild, their faces as gloomy and sullen as the sky before a storm. The reason was simple: in a fierce fight that had just concluded, three high-ranking magicians had been toyed with by their opponents, like helpless monkeys.

"Boman, the use of alchemical potions is expressly prohibited in this battle. Faced with such restrictions, how exactly do you plan to handle the upcoming spell duel?"

Keynes frowned, looking anxiously at Bowman beside him. He didn't want to see any member of the Magic Guild punished for violating the rules; such behavior would negatively impact the entire guild. Bowman, the man about to take the stage before him, was no ordinary character—he was not only a powerful Great Magician, but also a skilled Alchemist.

Hearing Keynes' question, Portman patted his chest confidently, a look of assurance on his face. "Keynes, don't worry about this. When I learned that alchemical potions couldn't be used in this match, I had already thought of a countermeasure. Before I go on stage later, I will drink all the potions I have!"

Seeing Bowman's confidence, Keynes felt a sense of relief, but a lingering worry remained. He couldn't help but warn again, "Boman, don't let your guard down. That Kaisas is not someone to be trifled with. His spells are incredibly powerful and incredibly fast. More importantly, he's also proficient in mobile casting and various metamagic techniques! If you're not careful, you'll be in a vulnerable position."

After saying this, Keynes sighed deeply, his eyes unconsciously glancing around at the equally worried faces of the Magic Guild's senior leaders. It was clear that if even Bowman were to lose this crucial magic duel, it would undoubtedly be a severe blow to the Magic Guild's reputation. At this moment, everyone present held a heavy heart, hoping Bowman would triumph and return victorious.