Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 483: 130: A New Pattern Emerges After One Strike2

Chapter 483: Chapter 130: A New Pattern Erges After One Strike_2

This caused a few team mbers to stare blankly into space or ask strange questions in bewildernt.

The Witch Team Leader simply straightened the overturned truck, climbed into the driver’s seat, and sought so tranquility by herself.

In the Fla and tal Trading Company, apart from Verna Morrison, who is as unpleasant as green pond scum, there are hardly any delicate or soft-hearted won.

All of them are like iron-willed won, with arms so thick they could uproot weeping willows.

High above.

Link watched the effect of this strike and summarized the gains and losses.

After attaining Full-Elent Affinity, Link embarked on a unique path as a wizard.

He definitely had to learn existing witchcraft, but whether they were of a single elent or a combination, they ultimately could not bring out the full potential of Full-Elent Affinity.

Not to ntion all of it, even if half of it was brought out, that would suffice.

Unfortunately, many types of witchcraft can’t even bring out half of it.

Therefore, Link needed to create his own witchcraft tailored to his needs, just as he had invented the ditation Technique.

With his “Small World” at hand, as the World Master, Link could simulate anything within it without worry of backlash in case of failure.

This led to Link brainstorming a multitude of ideas.

The previous modified version of the “lting Rays”, and the punch that ca from the sky, were both results of such innovation.

The technique he just used, based on the concept of the orbital kinetic weapon “God’s Rod”, was rely a theoretical simulation he had co up with before. He had never tested it even in the “Small World”, so this was the first ti he actually tried it.

Link knew very well that the so-called “God’s Rod” did not possess the power comparable to a nuclear explosion as initially promoted.

However, it was more than enough to deal with a First Level Wizard, even if they were a body-refining wizard known for their strong attack and high defense.

A 10-ton ultra-hard tal rod falling from a height of 10,000 ters, accelerated by gravitational capture, already generates terrifying kinetic energy.

What’s more, Link had added a potent thrust produced by a “Super Electromagnetic Cannon” to the tal rod.

The combined result was truly terrifying.

And the truth proved that a First Level Body-refining Wizard couldn’t withstand it!

However, the drawback of this attack was obvious: it created a huge noise, was easy to detect, and the target could easily escape from the attack range.

To maintain sufficient attack power, with Link’s current spiritual power, he could only lock onto one person.

Even if his spiritual power grew in the future allowing him to lock onto multiple people, it was foreseeable that the number would not be large.

Thus, after so thought, Link decided to let this technique collect dust in his library of witchcraft.

Indeed, it wasn’t very practical and could not serve as a regular attack routine.

Unless circumstances prevented the use of key magic tools like a Star-annihilating Cannon on a warship, he might have to use it as a backup.

Just like just now.

In the outside world.

Inside a viewing room in a building styled like an opera house.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

The gloomy man, the Shadow City team leader, started cursing again.

He shakily pointed at Sandra and asked, “What kind of monster is this? Did you know he was this powerful?”

Sandra curled her lip and did not respond.

She didn’t know either!

Verna Morrison, the Three-point Witch, whose palm was emitting orange flas, couldn’t find anyone to vent her fury on.

This made her even more irate. She raged, “I’m done competing in this damn competition! How can we even compete? What are we supposed to compete with? Who dies more tragically? Huh?”

Still yelling, Verna pointed at the gloomy man from Shadow City and the “Scholar” from the White Tower Alliance in turn, challenging them, “You tell ? Is there any more need to continue? Is it possible for your team from Shadow City to put up a fight or can your White Tower Alliance kill this pretty boy?”

The “Scholar” from the White Tower Alliance ignored her, with his hands propped under his chin, staring fixatedly at Link Grande in the live feed. His eyes were gleaming, his expression fanatical.

As if looking at a coveted rare treasure that resonated deeply with his heart, he sighed in admiration, “So perfect! Really, it’s too perfect! His physique, will, decisiveness, wisdom, everything is too perfect!”

His desire to possess Link Grande and turn him into a specin was growing even stronger.

The gloomy man from Shadow City also ignored Verna’s outburst.

He fondled the button in his hand, considering whether to continue participating in the team competition.

If the current trend continued, any team that was discovered by Link, the boy with the gold-frad glasses, would inevitably be eliminated.

Although a mole within Ravensmouth College wanted to take advantage of their Shadow City team to deal with the boy with gold-frad glasses.

However, the gloomy man noticed a detail – the boy with gold-frad glasses had detected the mole’s movents, but remained indifferent.

He showed no intention of aiding or taking advantage of the situation.

The lack of aid was understandable. The gloomy man had heard about the conflict between the boy with the gold-frad glasses and the Lucia’s Family.

Not taking advantage of the situation could have many interpretations.

Based on his extensive experience with scheming and plotting, the gloomy man concluded that the boy with the gold-frad glasses had already known about the mole’s intention to harm him.

As a result, the mole could only produce an opposite effect.

Not to ntion killing the boy with the gold-frad glasses, even their own Shadow City team was at risk.

Given the circumstances, it would be better to forfeit and withdraw from the competition.

After all, a snake knows when to curl up and when to strike.

The gloomy man brought up the “surrender” button and pressed it.

Thirty beams of white light instantly descended upon the competition world, teleporting all thirty surviving First Level Witches of the Shadow City out.