Black Hearted Mage

Caesars' figure flashed, moving as fast as lightning, his agile figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. At this moment, exploding fireballs rained down on him, but he was able to skillfully avoid these blazing flames.

Meanwhile, Bowman seemed flustered. Although he could cast spells while moving thanks to years of experience and skill, his advanced age had depleted his reflexes. This significantly reduced his accuracy. To improve his accuracy, he had to stop and concentrate. However, this only left him vulnerable to attack.

As time went on, Bowman felt increasingly powerless. His legs felt as heavy as if they were being dragged down by lead blocks. No matter how hard he ran, he could not increase his speed. And this fatal weakness had long been keenly perceived by Caesars.

Caesar knew full well that Bowman's magic shield possessed immense defensive power. Four consecutive Shadow Bolts had failed to penetrate it. Undeterred, he exploited Bowman's slow movements to adjust his tactics, seeking the optimal angle of attack. Caesar continued his assault on Bowman, dodging the incoming fireballs while searching for the weak spot in his shield. Leveraging his speed, he repeatedly attacked various points of the shield, quickly pinpointing the weak spot.

Caesars' gaze was as sharp as a torch, fixed on Bowman's figure, constantly feeding the magic blade in his hand with mana. He controlled the two shadow arrows emitting a dark light and rushed straight towards Bowman. Like a nimble venomous snake, the shadow arrows swooped down towards Bowman's knees.

At this moment, Boman was in a state of panic, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. He desperately mobilized his magic power, trying to strengthen his magic shield, but Caesar's attacks were too fierce, and his magic shield was ruthlessly shattered by shadow arrows again and again. Especially on those occasions when the magic shield was about to collapse, it was only with his precious magic robe that he barely withstood the remaining magic attacks.

Bowman's situation became increasingly difficult. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, jumping up and down, dodging left and right, but he could not escape the shadow arrows that followed Kaisas like a shadow. On the other hand, Kaisas seemed to be at ease. He only needed to slightly adjust the angle of attack to make the shadow arrows hit Bowman's lower three sides.

The audience watched the fierce duel with wide eyes, tense and intense. One of them, his face flushed with excitement, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Goodness! It looks like there's a deep-seated hatred between them! Look at that spell, all directed at the old man's crotch. If it could actually shatter his balls, that would be so exciting!"

Another spectator beside him chimed in, "That's right! I think this Caesars is absolutely ruthless. Even though the tickets are a bit expensive today, if I could actually witness that great magician's balls being smashed, hehe, it would be totally worth it!"

For a moment, there were bursts of laughter and cheers from the audience.

In the ring, Bowman was already showing signs of fatigue. His high-intensity magic output was obviously unable to keep up, and he could only throw out explosive fireballs one by one, and his accuracy was even worse.

At this moment, Caesars finally waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. He quickly inserted the magic blade in his hand into the special belt at his waist. In an instant, three strong rays of light shot out from his hand, shooting straight towards his opponent.

Almost immediately, Caesars unleashed a flash spell, disappearing like a ghost and reappearing less than twenty meters away from his opponent. After securing his footing, he quickly began chanting a complex and lengthy spell.

The three dazzling beams of light shot towards Bowman at astonishing speed. The moment they made contact, a burst of intense, blinding light erupted, seemingly illuminating the entire world. Bowman, caught in the midst of it, saw nothing but a vast expanse of white before his eyes, completely losing his vision and falling into blindness.

Although this blindness didn't last long, for the old wizard who had been working for hundreds of years, this short moment made him smell the breath of death. He knew that he was in an extremely dangerous situation, and a thought flashed through his mind: he must escape from this place as soon as possible!

Without hesitation, Portman spun around and performed the same flash spell. However, while everything seemed to be under Caesar's control, he had actually underestimated this cunning old man. His original prediction of Portman's destination had been significantly off.

"Damn old guy, he's so cunning!"

Seeing that Boman had escaped the trap he had carefully laid, Caesars cursed angrily. However, he did not lose his composure. Instead, he decisively stopped chanting the spell and ran towards Boman's landing point.

As Caesars ran, a powerful dark force surged around him. As if summoned by some kind of force, the dark elements that had been floating in the air gathered towards him at an extremely fast speed, eventually converging on his right hand. In the blink of an eye, his right hand was enveloped by a thick, inextricable darkness, emitting a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.

Once Dark Torrent is used, the next spell will double the spell damage, and the Frost Crown Badge can increase the spell damage by an additional 50%.

Kaesas was too late to change weapons now, as he was already close to the spell range. He quickly chanted the spell of Death Coil, which took only a little over a second to cast.

With fatigue, Bowman had just regained his balance after the flash when he turned around impatiently, anxiously searching for Caesars. When he saw the figure rushing towards him, less than 40 meters away, Bowman was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

The tip of the staff pointed at Caesars. Boman no longer cared about the consumption of magic power and output the magic power at the fastest speed.

Just as the explosive fireball was about to be cast, Bowman saw a strange spell sphere, a dark gray sphere with a strange green light, rushing towards him at a high speed.

The magical sphere was the size of a giant head, dotted with three oval green patches. From a distance, it resembled a terrifying skull! Portman's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and every hair on his body stood on end. An unprecedented chill shot through his spine and into his forehead. Just one glance at this incredibly strange spell, and he felt an uncontrollable fear surge over him like a tidal wave.

Panicked, Bowman turned without hesitation and took off running, as if a ferocious beast were chasing him. At that moment, he had only one thought in mind: absolutely no chance of encountering this terrifying spell! However, just as he took a step forward to flee, the Death Coil struck him with a powerful and swift force.

Immediately afterwards, three spells, Curse of Pain, Corrosion, and Sacrifice, capable of instantaneous activation, lashed out at Portman with unerring accuracy, one after another. Under the barrage of attacks, Portman's body trembled violently, his steps becoming unsteady, and he moved forward uncontrollably.

In the stands nearby, members of the Magic Guild witnessed this extraordinary scene—several spells of astonishing power struck Bowman in such a short period of time. Bowman's magic shield trembled violently several times before finally buckling under the weight and shattering. Yet, surprisingly, despite such a ferocious attack, Bowman seemed to have sustained no serious injuries.

Meanwhile, Caesars paused leisurely, his arms folded across his chest, and he watched with interest the back of Boman as he stumbled away. His face showed no trace of nervousness, but instead a relaxed and comfortable smile, as if this fierce confrontation was nothing more than a trivial game to him.

Kaisas turned around and walked towards the rest area opposite the ring without looking back.

"Boman, fight back immediately!"

Cairns, the vice president of the Magic Guild, shouted. Portman seemed to hear him, but a strange magical light flashed around him, and his body began to stagger, his legs giving way as he fell to the ground.

Bowman's forehead was already soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat, each as big as a bean, kept rolling down like pearls from a broken string. He stared with wide eyes, his face filled with horror as he felt his life force rapidly slipping away.

At this moment, Portman no longer cared about the rules of the magic duel. He anxiously reached into his storage ring and quickly pulled out several bottles of high-level life potions. With trembling hands, he uncorked the bottles one by one without hesitation, then tilted his head back and gulped down the entire potion.

Seeing this scene, the people in the surrounding magic guilds were all stunned, dumbfounded, and completely unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. Because according to the rules of the magic duel, taking alchemical potions during the competition was equivalent to automatically admitting defeat, and at this moment, Portman had clearly violated this rule.

At this moment, the referee standing next to the ring was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He raised his hand high, signaling silence. Then, he quickly swung his arm downward and announced loudly, "This magic duel ends here. Magician Caesar wins!"

Portman had just put down the empty crystal bottles in his hands and hadn't had time to stand up when suddenly, a strange magical light flashed on his body again. At the same time, his vitality, which had been gradually stabilizing, began to rapidly drain away again!

This sudden change startled everyone present, especially the members of the magic guild. They keenly sensed an unusual surge of magical energy emanating from Bowman, and a sense of foreboding welled up in their hearts...

"Spell!"

Keynes in the stands suddenly spoke, and old Roman said the same thing in another stand not far away.

Caesars stood at the center of the arena, performing a noble salute of thanks to the audience. These spectators had provided him with gold coins, equivalent to cultivation resources, so gratitude was only natural. The crowd in the stands erupted in excitement, from the common people of Fire Maple City to the merchants and minor nobles. The great magician was thanking them all, something unprecedented.

Amid the cheers of the audience, Caesars walked towards the rest area not far away, while the follow-up damage of the spell still appeared on Bowman.

"Old Roman, Caesar's spell is very powerful! This is just a head-on confrontation in the ring. If he attacked from behind, Portman would have died several times!"

Kandel felt that the magic apprentice from back then had grown to a level where he needed to look up to him.

Old Roman looked at the ring silently. Portman was drinking the alchemy potion again. This was the third time.

"Kandel, I think Kaisas is stronger than me. He just used four spells, three of which were instantaneous. The reason why I am stronger than the average great magician is because I have a few spells, but the attack power of these spells cannot compare to Kaisas's!"

As Old Roman spoke, his deep, piercing gaze remained fixed on Portman in the arena, never leaving his gaze. Portman had already endured eight rounds of intense damage from the subsequent spell. Despite consuming numerous precious potions to heal himself, he was now utterly weakened, unable to even stand. Ultimately, he was carefully carried out of the arena like a cripple.

Kaesas had already walked out of the lounge area and onto the sofa stand. The burly ogre opened his bloody mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, still immersed in the extreme excitement brought by the thrilling magical battle just now.

Looking at Joanna, although she appeared calm and unperturbed on the surface, in fact, a huge storm had already been set off in her heart, and her excitement was surging like a tide.

Avril was very excited, her face flushed red, and her eyes were full of admiration when she looked at Caesar.

The most excited person among the crowd was undoubtedly Old Joey. This old fellow, who usually needed the support of a maid, was now standing in the stands, dancing with excitement.