Chapter 282: Meteor Burst Strike

In that instant, all the high-ranking mages realized one fact—Duke was very powerful.

Some of them wanted to back down in a split second, but a deep voice with seemingly magical power made all the hesitant mages stand tall once again.

"This is Dalaran."

Yes! This is Dalaran! The holy land of magic!

After the high elves taught magic to humans, nearly all mages who came here had to worship this sacred place!

It symbolized the greatest freedom in the world of magic, vast knowledge, and ultimate sanctity!

Duke represented Karazhan.

If Duke's background wasn't so strong, if he didn't have the title of Stormwind's Duke and Alliance's deputy commander, if Karazhan hadn't already disappeared from the Eastern Kingdoms, perhaps some evil, greedy mages would have already challenged Duke for the ownership of Karazhan.

That Morningstar mage might not have been very strong in terms of mental power, but he wore the Violet Lecturer's Robe from Dalaran's High School of Arcane Magic.

That reason was enough.

Moreover, didn't Duke just cover the heads of numerous mages with his mental power?

This could also be considered a provocation.

The second challenger appeared immediately. Unlike the guy in the third row just now, this time a Morningstar mage from the second row took action. According to estimates, he was already a third-class Morningstar mage.

Without any pretentiousness, he directly condensed his mental power into an incredibly sharp spike and stabbed it towards Duke's mental power beast, whose shape was still unclear but had huge wings.

In the world of mental power, as the 'eye' saw the sharp spike about to pierce through Duke's mental power beast, a three-fingered claw grew from the beast's body, perfectly snapping shut.

"Snap!"

There was no sound in the world of mental power.

Yet, the action itself seemed to carry a sound like a "snap!"

Even though no one's eardrums were vibrating from the sound, everyone seemed to hear it in their minds.

It was as if an important part of their body had been forcibly broken; the third-class Morningstar mage suddenly clutched his head and curled up like a shrimp.

Duke was still moving forward, unhurriedly, on the huge stage under the soft glow of the magic lamps. He was advancing toward the podium at a constant pace. He seemed to have completely ignored the mental power attacks of the two Morningstar mages, and with a faint smile and unparalleled confidence on his face, he continued to walk.

Duke was clearly saying, 'I'm leaving enough time for you guys to attack'!

Arrogant and boastful advertisement.

An attitude a hundred times more arrogant and boastful than the advertisement itself.

It was as if he considered the high-ranking mages of Dalaran as nothing!

Not every Morningstar mage was so impulsive and young. Many Morningstar mages were not young anymore, and they originally had no intention of attacking due to their age and experience. But now, everything was different.

The third Morningstar took action.

This time, his psychic energy coalesced into a projectile, which shot towards Duke's psychic beast with a loud blast.

It was the same claw that, like flicking away a melon seed, sent the projectile back at an even faster speed than it had come.

The guy hastily opened up his psychic shield, but it was useless; the speed was simply too fast. Even though it was his own psychic energy, suddenly being forced to accept a chaotic and turbulent psychic force was too much for him to bear.

He clutched his chest in pain, pointing at Duke with his finger, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The fourth Morning Star was seated in the front row.

This Morning Star mage was clearly a standout among the Morning Stars. Whether he was a seventh or eighth rank, Duke didn't know. All he knew was that the mage's psychic energy formed a blurry giant over three meters tall, wielding a huge axe that cleaved down towards Duke's beast.

This guy went too far!

If the previous three attacks were more exploratory, this guy was going all out. Though it was partly due to not underestimating Duke, such a high-level psychic attack could easily destroy the opponent's magical circuit and render them useless if mishandled.

Duke frowned, his face turning cold for the first time.

This time, the beast's counterattack was... a tail!

A massive tail over ten meters long and as thick as a wild bull's body swept through the air, and the mages could even sense the clear scales on it.

"Crack!"

The axe handle, the giant's head, and half of the giant's body were all shattered by the incredibly dense, high-density psychic tail!

"Ugh!" The guy vomited blood on the spot, with bright red blood oozing from the gaps between the fingers of his left hand covering his mouth. At the same time, the floor tiles beneath his feet and the chair he sat on crumbled into dust, and he fell to the ground in utter disarray, unable to sit up.

In the front row, five Morning Star mages exchanged glances and simultaneously gave almost imperceptible nods.

They decided not to launch such excessive psychic attacks, instead lowering the level of the attacks to be more exploratory. However, these were almost full-force exploratory attacks.

With swords, spears, arrows, daggers, or hammers, five different psychic weapons attacked Duke in quick succession, reaching his psychic beast almost simultaneously.

Everyone could see that Duke's psychic beast was intentionally shaped like a dragon.

Most mages sneered at this.

Shaping psychic energy like this was very draining, and the widely accepted view was that it would weaken the attack power of the psychic energy since the mind would be occupied with maintaining the form. As a result, most mages preferred simpler, more practical psychic forms.

This majority didn't include Duke.

With the help of a system sprite, Duke could not only shape his psychic energy into a dragon, but even create a superhero like Ultraman to play around with. What Duke valued most was the system's ability to scan and instantly identify weak points in the opponent's psychic energy clusters.

Each mage's psychic energy cluster had varying distributions of quality and quantity. This gave Duke an opportunity.

Duke didn't necessarily surpass his opponents in terms of quality and quantity, but as long as he found the weak spots or even the fatal points in their psychic energy, it was enough.

In the psychic vision, the mages sensed Duke's dragon finally revealing its true form. However, when the five huge psychic weapons approached, the dragon's claws suddenly extended, and two cleavers appeared on its claws.

At that moment, Jandice, who was cautiously following behind Duke, heard him mutter softly:

"Meteor Burst Slash, 56 Combo!"

The psychic blades whirled at high speed, creating a storm that instantly swept across the airspace between Duke and the five Morning Star mages. In the blink of an eye, all five mages slumped in their seats.