Chapter 572 - There’s Nothing Romantic About Mages Beating Each Other Up (2/2)
The huge spider web pressed down on his head, and with neither able to use spatial magic or Teleportation, both the yellow-robed Mage and Roland’s ability to dodge was quite poor.
It looked like the giant net was about to hit Roland, but suddenly a wall of ice stood in front of Roland
The giant web of spider silk stuck against the ice wall and frosted over quickly
Finally, the blue fireball blasted over and exploded violently when it hit the thick wall of ice.
The ice wall was blown to pieces and ice fragments flew everywhere. Because of the heat, a large amount of ice vaporized in a brief moment, forming a thick fog that spread in all directions. However, when this thick fog spread outward of ten meters, it quickly turned into snowflakes, snowing again because of the extremely cold surrounding environment. Both the yellow-robed Mage and Roland, who were in the middle of the thick fog, seemed to have their vision restricted.
However, this was only an illusion; in addition to vision, Mages could also use mental threads to determine the situation around them.
When the yellow-robed Mage found that the other two types of magic did not have an effect, and only the blue fireball had some success, he immediately changed his strategy and used only fire magic. Two blue fireballs coalesced in his left and right hands at the same time.
Naturally, Roland wouldn’t just be a sandbag.
A dozen rounds of white ice cones emitted a whooshing sound and broke out from the thick fog.
They hit the yellow-robed Mage’s blue Magic Shield and shattered into ice fragments.
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Then the yellow-robed Mage fired two blue fireballs.
Two violent, fiery explosions shattered the thick ice wall, and Roland was sent flying by the vaporwave. The half of his body made of ice exploded into ice fragments.
But after landing, Roland’s body of ice immediately recovered, and he instantly sent out three more ice walls to protect his body, while a dozen icy Hands of Magic descended from midair and frantically hammered the yellow-robed Mage’s Magic Shield. By infusing the elemental power of water into the spell model of Hand of Magic and changing some specific nodes, Roland was able to use the ice version of Hand of Magic.
This was due to his thorough understanding of Hand of Magic’s spell model.
Normal Mages didn’t have the ability to transform spells so quickly.
However, the yellow-robed Mage simply ignored the attack in front of him; the Hand of Magic attack was not enough to break his Magic Shield.
He condensed two more blue fireballs and threw them out, and again, there was an explosion. Sensing with his mental power that Roland’s body had been shattered in half again, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud in delight. “Roland, the small blue fireball is your masterpiece, and now you’re going to die by it. Does it feel like destiny?”
Roland didn’t answer, because he didn’t have time to speak.
This couldn’t be helped. The power of the small blue fireball was too great. Fire and water countered each other, and the other party was a Legendary Mage who steadily overpowered him in strength, so it created the current, seemingly overwhelming situation.
His body was blown to pieces, and then recovered, constantly repeating this process. Of course, he also kept fighting back with Hand of Magic and Ice Cone.
He just couldn’t break his opponent’s Magic Shield for the time being.
“You think I have no way to deal with you because the Dimensional Anchor limits my school of specialization?” With a harsh laugh, the yellow-robed Mage threw two more blue fireballs. “Don’t think that you can cross levels to challenge us Legends just because you know some crooked magic.”
Once again, Roland’s body was sent flying and even shattered into several pieces.
But every time he landed, Roland’s body of ice always recovered to what it was before in an instant.
“Elementization, so what!” The yellow-robed Mage laughed and threw another blue fireball. “So what if there is no fatal weakness?”
Roland’s body was sent flying again, the blockage of the ice wall only minimizing the power of the small blue fireball explosion, but not stopping it all at once.
“Without your magic power, you are nothing! Don’t tell me that you have more total magic power than us Legendary Mages.” Roland remained silent, just silent and persistent, continuing to harass his opponent nonstop with the ice version of Hand of Magic.
He had to do so.
Roland had to interfere with his opponent’s casting rhythm, forcing his opponent to use only instantaneous magic. Because when the caster continuously chanted a certain powerful spell, it would affect the stability of the Magic Shield, and it would be easy for the spell to attack and break the Magic Shield. Therefore, it was most important to ensure the stability of the Magic Shield when the Mage was fighting.
Because of this, the yellow-robed Mage didn’t dare to perform an accumulative magic power attack.
As a result, there was no way for him to coalesce the fireball to a radius of more than a meter.
A blue fireball explosion of that magnitude was so terrifying that it could completely vaporize Roland’s body of ice in one go.
If that happened, Roland would surely be dead.
And the yellow-robed Mage noticed this as well. He was a bit annoyed and felt tied up and rather irritated. After casually throwing a small blue fireball, he taunted, “I have you to thank for this. If you hadn’t turned in this terrifyingly powerful instant-cast Inferior Fireball, I wouldn’t have such a strong and flexible attack.”
He wanted to use this method to interfere with Roland’s willpower to fight
Roland still did not answer, but instead returned with a dozen ice cones.
The ice cones hit the yellow-robed Mage’s blue Magic Shield almost simultaneously, and although it shattered into ice fragments just like before from the extreme impact, this time a very faint ripple came from the Magic Shield, while the yellow-robed Mage’s body moved slightly.
The two of them were using low-level spells, which didn’t look intense at all, unlike Legendary Mages. The yellow-robed Legendary Mage just kept bombarding while Roland was constantly casting ice walls, using ice cones, and controlling the ice version of Hands of Magic to attack the opponent’s Magic Shield. Both sides were just blasting at each other non-stop, but the danger involved could only be seen by high-level Mages.
In people’s impressions, the Mages’ battles were magnificent: colorful magical rays filled the entire sky, wide-range magic fell like a rainstorm, and between the swings of the wand, the sky and the earth broke apart and the sun and the moon were outshined.
That kind of scenario was possible, but only if everything was prepared.
Mages who were truly good at fighting fought closely, just like Roland and the yellow-robed Mage. It was plain and boring.
The Mages who felt that they had the advantage would cast Dimensional Anchor first to prevent the enemy from escaping with Teleportation, then activate their Magic Shield, and then bombard the opponent with one or two aptly used low-level instant cast spells. In between this, depending on the situation, some buffs, debuffs, or supporting spells could be used to interfere with the opponent.
If there was a more imaginative analogy, it would be two machine gunners hiding behind a thick bunker, holding down the trigger. Two dense streams of bullets constantly bombarding the opposite bunker until a gunner ran out of bullets or a bunker was eventually pierced through by the constant, dense fire.
In this way, the victor would be determined.
The rumbling explosions went on and on, accompanied by the grim taunts of the yellow-robed Mage.
Half an hour.
One hour.
Roland’s body of ice had been broken countless times, but until now, it had been able to recover extremely quickly.
The yellow-robed Mage’s imposing manner turned from arrogance to slight agitation.
A fireball was thrown, shattering the ice wall and Roland at the same time.
A dozen icy Hand of Magic hammered the surface of his Magic Shield, and after a few densely packed attacks, the dozen icy Hand of Magic shattered because of the reactionary force.
But new Hands of Magic formed a short distance away and flew over again, repeating the previous process.
The yellow-robed Mage noticed that the “ripples” created when his Magic Shield was attacked were already noticeable. “Roland, admit defeat. How much magic power do you have left to squander? As long as you admit defeat, I can guarantee that you can live. Otherwise, when your magic power runs out, it will be your death!”
Roland’s sneer came from the other side of the thick fog. “Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower, haven’t you noticed that the range of my ice domain is getting bigger and bigger?”
(1) Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, German philosophe