Bloodline of the Wizard Chapter 546: 247: What Level Are You? You Think You're Worth

Chapter 546: Chapter 247: What Level Are You? You Think You’re Worthy to Witness My Ice Magic?! (Part 2)

Accompanied by Kosti’s spiritual power gushing out, those yellow crystal-like shining light balls trembled, and then suddenly, earth-like shadows appeared in the void, compressing the void, and pushed forward with a “rumble”.

Standing next to Kosti was a middle-aged man with a brass pocket watch embedded in his left eye socket. He, too, was urgently chanting, and from beneath his magic robe, flowing tal continuously flew out, transforming into gigantic brass gears engulfed in raging flas.

Together with another wizard casting Crystal Magic, the target of their attack was Zeflin, who stood at the center of the battleground.

As one of the seven Ring Master-level figures under the First Ring Master Manuel of the Silver Magic Ring, the strength of these three was at the peak of Level 3 Wizard, only half a step away from Dawn.

Yet, no matter how hard they tried, no matter how well-coordinated their attacks were, their offensive moves seed sowhat insufficient against this Heaven’s Chosen Son from the Star School.

Zeflin held a magic wand that looked like it was made of purple diamond with one hand, casually waving it to scatter star-like brilliant light points from beneath his wide magic robe.

Zeflin stood proudly in the field, sweeping his hand simply, and the star-like brilliant light points flew out swiftly. The spells summoned by Kosti and the others would quickly shatter and collapse.

“Star Net!”

Zeflin suddenly intoned, his five fingers spread open, and the majestic spiritual power and aura of the Magic Domain frantically gushed out around him.

In an instant, nurous dense and dazzling light points surrounded him, each flickering rapidly, looking like splendid eyes. Following that, deep blue, almost purple narrow beams shot out in unison, weaving a net of interwoven starlight spells in the blink of an eye.

“Boom——”

The middle-aged man with the brass pocket watch and another Silver Magic Ring wizard who controlled tal and crystal spells couldn’t evade; their bodies were pierced instantly by the interlaced starlight, unable to deploy any defensive asures, while the energy protective force fields around them were as fragile as paper.

Kosti’s position in the battleground was slightly safer, as most of the sudden attacks from Zeflin were blocked by the other two, allowing her to “survive” unscathed under Zeflin’s “Star Net”.

“The gap is too great…”

Kosti tightened her grip on the magic wand, feeling waves of powerlessness rise within her.

The Silver Magic Ring was just a small faction of the “Elental Magic Ring”, significantly behind the Star School in terms of legacy. Moreover, they, the so-called Ring Masters, were not outstanding geniuses in the “Elental Magic Ring” back then.

With both factors combined, the imnse gap between the trio and Zeflin was actually not surprising.

Kosti believed that if the top geniuses from their main “Elental Magic Ring” arrived, Zeflin would also feel a similar sense of powerlessness.

But in any case, before this battle was over, she still had to give it her all.

Kosti put away her magic wand and replaced it with a thick Rock Crystal Book in both hands. She chanted softly, her spells causing the book pages to turn, creating a strange resonance, as so soft lights blood between Kosti and the pages of the Rock Crystal Book.

Soon, the energy surged, and giant rock fragnts shaped like crystals rose in the void, spreading out and stacking layer upon layer like fish scales, extending from beneath Kosti’s feet forward.

The overlapping rock fragnts collided, releasing a majestic and heavy aura, like countless sharp axes slashing toward Zeflin.

Facing Kosti’s final move, Zeflin’s face showed no ripple of emotion.

He began to stroll toward Kosti, surrounded by countless starlights, with beams of starlight neatly arranged around him like wings, clashing with the crystal-like rock fragnts, slicing out countless broken and fluttering light butterflies.

Zeflin kept his eyes fixed on Kosti, a slight arc uncurling at the corners of his mouth, a faint expression of praise and appreciation erging on his face, seemingly shattering Kosti’s spells even faster.

“This brat… utterly insolent.”

At the edge of the silver tal platform, a Ring Master-level wizard close to Kosti couldn’t help but frown at Zeflin’s exhibited deanor, with spiritual power surging from them, unable to hold back from stepping in to stop it.

However, a glance from the First Ring Master, Manuel, stopped them.

“Kosti is no longer a little girl; she knows her limits. Besides…”

Manuel glanced at the position where the Dawn Wizards from the Star School were, saying calmly: “Zeflin had better really dare to be rude in front of everyone…”

Everyone paused, as if thinking of sothing, and their emotions quickly stabilized.

At this ti, Zeflin was already nearing Kosti’s safe spell-casting zone, and Kosti, who had been intently chanting with her eyes slightly lowered, also stopped chanting, slowly closing the Rock Crystal Book in her hands.

She raised her head, looking at Zeflin with a calm expression, and spoke: “I yield.”

Zeflin’s eyes flickered montarily, but he did not imdiately respond. Instead, he kept walking forward a bit further on the starlight.

Kosti showed a faint frown at his behavior, and when Zeflin caught the slight displeasure revealed on her face, he was just about to speak: “I…”

However, at that mont, an icy, indifferent voice descended from high above like a blade of ice and snow.

“What do you intend to do?!”