Chapter 6: This is My Final Magic!
"Such a character is merely a witch hunter?
And used to capture weak wizard apprentices like me?
Lynn found it hard to believe, but reality was not a battlefield where opponents of equal strength were matched. Begging for mercy and surrendering had no meaning, only a life-and-death battle!
[Frost Blade]
Lynn raised his left hand and aimed at Blaine. His mastery of the Condensing Water Technique was becoming more proficient. In a split second, another ice blade appeared in the void.
However, the spiritual power that could touch the surroundings had already exhausted the scarce hydrogen atoms, making the ice blade unable to pose enough threat to the enemy.
Lynn was keenly aware of this but had no way to change it, and a strong desire surged in his heart.
He needed more hydrogen and oxygen...
The instant this thought emerged, Lynn felt as if his brain had been struck heavily, like countless silver needles piercing through. Following that, the magic power in his body rapidly depleted, transforming into a large amount of hydrogen and oxygen elements.
At the same time, a strange rune was deeply imprinted in his mind.
One-Ring High-Level Spell – [Multiple Frost Blades]
In a mere second, several sharp ice blades appeared in front of him, scattering like a rain of arrows!
Lynn's sudden outburst exceeded Blaine's expectations. In haste, the long sword turned from offense to defense. Although the reaction was extremely swift, one [Frost Blade] still bypassed the defense of the long sword and pierced his abdomen.
Blaine immediately felt a bone-piercing cold. Crystals of ice began to rapidly spread from the wound on his abdomen.
Being fully aware of the bizarre nature of the magic, Blaine did not dare to slack off. He grasped the ice blade with his right hand and forcefully pulled it out!
Due to the special structure of the [Frost Blade], barbs embedded deeply in the flesh made it difficult to pull out forcibly, causing bright red blood to spurt out.
Severe pain made Blaine tremble uncontrollably. The wound on his abdomen was a mangled mess of flesh, and terror grew as the cold rapidly spread, quickly numbing the wound area.
However, Blaine's ruthlessness was beyond Lynn's expectations. Realizing that the wound on his abdomen would affect the upcoming battle, he grabbed a burning cabinet handle and pressed it directly against the wound!
"Aaaah!" The scorching flames mingled with the mangled flesh, causing veins to bulge on Blaine's face as he roared in fury.
Light smoke rose from the contact point, and the mangled flesh was nearly half-cooked, with no more blood flowing out. The bone-chilling coldness vanished with the flames' burning...
This horrifying sight made Lynn shudder. Whether it was Blaine heartlessly using a comrade's body to block a blade or cauterizing his wound with fire, it made Lynn realize this was not an easy opponent!
Taking advantage of Blaine's distraction, Lynn didn't hesitate to crash through the door and escape. Losing the protective short sword, he had no chance of winning in the narrow room.
Blaine glanced at Andre's charred corpse, clenched the long sword in his right hand, and gave chase.
...
In the evening, outside the Nordland Territory in the slums, two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, traversed the narrow, decayed streets.
The sky had grown darker, and one [Frost Blade] after another whistled past, striking the ground and walls aimlessly.
Each time he cast a spell, Lynn's brain would throb with pain, but he couldn't afford to care. Once he stopped casting, his opponent would rush forward and pierce his skull with a sword!
In contrast, Blaine, who was chasing Lynn, seemed at ease. His sharp eyes caught the incoming ice blades, occasionally dodging them while maintaining a close yet safe distance from Lynn.
Blaine was so cautious because this clever wizard apprentice had proven to be exceptionally cunning. From the misleading notes in the room, the sudden ice blade and Fireball Technique injuring him, to the deceptive witchcraft that killed Andre, it had left a deep impression on him.
Despite his opponent seeming exhausted, Blaine didn't dare act rashly. Like the most patient hunter, he meticulously drained Lynn's energy, waiting for the moment his prey would collapse and die!
As they continued their chase, the distance from the town grew, and a foul stench filled the air. Blaine then realized that Lynn, in his desperation, had fled to the long-abandoned lower district.
The entire Nordland Territory sloped from north to south, with the main city built along the northern bank of the Yin River.
Over a decade ago, the Duke of Nordland, returning from the Holy City, was displeased with the chaotic, foul-smelling state of the main city and ordered artisans to dig a small channel, directing all the city's waste downstream of the Yin River.
This decision brought misery to the impoverished living in the lower district, who relied on the Yin River for water.
But the Duke of Nordland cared little for the lives of these wretched souls, so the lower district slowly fell into disrepair, with only a few scavengers lingering in the area.
Blaine couldn't help but worry about other wizard apprentices hiding there. As he resolved to end the fight quickly, Lynn, who had been fleeing, suddenly stopped in a varied-height alley.
It should be concentrated enough...
Lynn confirmed one last time. The strange rune in his mind activated, summoning seven [Frost Blades] that sparkled in the remaining light of the sunset...
Forcing large amounts of magic power to convert into hydrogen and oxygen had severe side effects. Lynn felt his brain was about to explode.
The magic power was squeezed to its limit; this was his final spell!
In the next moment, the ice blades split into two groups, shooting in unpredictable directions, blocking all of Blaine's evasion routes.
Blaine's face grew somber, his eyes focused.
Even he couldn't block such a quantity completely, but if he risked injury...
Fortunately, the ice blades seemed to lack accuracy, most only brushing past, with only three aimed at him...
A fight to the death?
Blaine's face showed a sneer. During the chase, he noticed Lynn's spell casting wasn't truly out of thin air; at least, it had a significant mental toll...
Clearly, the opponent was nearing his limit.
Blaine's lips curled slightly. His long sword slashed precisely at the approaching [Frost Blades], failing to notice a red sphere mixed among them.
Clang~
The sword's edge struck the sphere, creating dazzling sparks.
The odd impact made Blaine pause, realizing he had struck a firestone...
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