Chapter 747: Chapter 745: Your Casting Range Limit is My Starting Point
In the night sky,
Bobbobic floated, his eyes continuously scanning around, his brows furrowed.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he slightly turned his head toward a direction, feeling a strange sound coming.
What was that?
As Bobbobic pondered, he saw a slender black shadow, like an arrow, rapidly flying toward him, its surface flickering with faint light, emitting dangerous mana fluctuations.
Was this Richard’s attack?
Bobbobic beca serious, ready to cast a spell to intercept, but the spell had only been half cast when the incoming arrow suddenly brightened, its speed surged, drawing closer to him like lightning.
If he continued to release the prepared spell, it would definitely be pierced by this strange arrow before the spell could be cast.
Damn it!
Bobbobic broke out in a cold sweat, reacting quickly, imdiately stopping the spell, and lifting his right hand, the ring on his middle finger lit up.
“Puff!”
A beige energy shield appeared, like a wall, blocking in front of him.
The next mont, the arrow whistled and struck the shield, “boom” a huge explosion sounded, a bright light erged, the destructive force nearly shattered the trembling energy shield.
This attack actually had the power of Third Circle Magic.
With this thought, Bobbobic couldn’t be careless, he quickly cast another spell, and the next mont a deep red shield erged, blocking in front of him, replacing the beige energy shield.
After doing all this, Bobbobic slightly relaxed, looking toward the direction from where the attack had originated, guessing that Richard must be there.
Without much hesitation, maintaining the deep red shield in front of him, Bobbobic flew toward the south.
A few seconds later, Bobbobic’s eyes brightened, seeing Richard appearing ahead, he imdiately shouted, “Ha, I found you, Richard!”
Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, Richard completely ignored him. Turning his body, he was enveloped by pale gray energy, rapidly flying upwards and at an angle, disappearing before Bobbobic could close the distance.
“This…” Bobbobic was stunned, not expecting Richard to do such a thing.
Could it be that Richard was afraid to confront him? That didn’t seem like him.
Then… why not face him and compete with spells?
Bobbobic was puzzled, then he saw another bright, strange arrow flying toward him from the direction Richard had vanished.
“Boom!”
The arrow struck the shield, causing an explosion. The shield vibrated intensely and was filled with cracks, though it looked like it could still block one more similar attack.
Of course, it could only block one more at most.
Bobbobic looked in the direction the strange arrow ca from, bit his lips, prepared to continue the pursuit when suddenly a strange arrow flew from his side.
Bobbobic was quite surprised, hurriedly controlled the shield to block, and with a “boom,” another explosion occurred.
“Crash,” the shield shattered, leaving Bobbobic exposed in the high sky, feeling the sowhat scorching air around, his brows deeply knitted.
He now sowhat understood that Richard planned to fight using a thod akin to ambush, concealing himself while continuously draining his mana, eventually overwhelming him.
But clearly, by doing this, Richard had underestimated him.
He was no ordinary wizard!
“Just wait, I’m going to catch you,” Bobbobic whispered, took a deep breath, mana surged within his body, and a special spell was released.
“Swoosh!”
His eyes reflected gold, his black pupils rapidly dilated, almost occupying half of his eyeballs. Then suddenly “split,” turning into three pupils, hanging in three different positions on the eyeballs—two on top, one below, sowhat resembling a skull pattern, quite bizarre.
Transformational Construction Magic—Spiritual Eye!
“Let see where exactly you are.”
Bobbobic whispered, and with his eyes now possessing three pupils, he scanned around.
The next mont, shouting out “I found you,” he swiftly locked onto Richard, hundreds of ters away, and sped toward him.
During the approach, he angrily unleashed a Wind Magic spell, initiating the first counterattack.
“Huff!”
The surrounding air crazily converged, compressed into a trendously heavy Air Siege Cone, and blasted towards Richard.
Unexpectedly, just as the Air Siege Cone was about to reach Richard, a pale gray energy flashed across Richard’s surface again, moving him towards the distance.
The compressed Air Siege Cone pursued Richard closely but could never close the distance, just kept getting further away from Bobbobovic.
At last, with a “pop,” the Air Siege Cone shattered, reverting to normal amid a fierce air fluctuation—the spell’s effective range had reached its limit.
Faced with disappointnt, Bobbobovic didn’t want to give up. He relocked onto Richard with the “Spiritual Eye” and, gritting his teeth, went after him again, preparing to release a new Attack Magic spell.
Before he could catch up, a whistling sound arose, and for the fourth ti, Bobbobovic saw the strange arrows flying towards him and exploding.
“Boom!”
Bobbobovic quickly activated another Magic Shield from a ring to block it, only to feel the surrounding air violently fluctuating and the temperature rising almost to the point of scorching his robes.
Damn it, he couldn’t believe he really couldn’t handle this guy.
Thinking thus, Bobbobovic waved away his Magic Shield, which was on the verge of collapsing, passed through the still scalding air, and continued pursuing Richard, raising his hand for the next spell.
…
“Boom!”
In the night sky, explosions occasionally erupted, lights and the sounds of explosions spreading far and wide, almost mistaken for thunder by those unaware.
About five minutes later…
“Boom!”
Struggling to resist with his Shield, Richard launched another attack, after which Bobbobovic looked toward the distant night sky, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression sowhat desperate.
Yes, desperate.
After a period of battle, he identified a difficult yet inevitable realization.
That was, he couldn’t hit Richard.
Yes, he couldn’t reach Richard.
It wasn’t just about whether he could handle Richard at all; the imdiate problem was that he didn’t even have a chance to counter Richard, completely subjected to Richard’s unilateral attacks.
The reason was simple.
Richard moved faster and attacked from a greater range.
Normally, the range of a typical magical attack is roughly 50 to 100 ters, within which Spellcasters can precisely control their spells.
Of course, so Wizards can extend their casting range to 200 ters using Magic Equipnt.
Beyond that range, it’s still possible, but the accuracy declined sharply. At a distance of 300 ters, maybe three or four out of ten fireballs might hit their target, or even fewer.
Even further away, at 500 ters, the spellcasting is purely up to fate.
After all, a distance of 500 ters is quite considerable; at this range, ordinary people can hardly discern object models with their bare eyes. Even regular Wizards using magic aids can barely make out object outlines.
Bobbobovic’s casting range was further than many Wizards, since he was a Third-level Wizard, belonging to the higher echelons among Wizards. But even using the Spiritual Eye, he could only guarantee that his spells would have their intended effect within 300 ters and pose so threat within 500 ters.
As for beyond 500 ters, it was a blind zone for casting.
For substantial spells like Ice Cone and Ice Spear, the deviation beyond 500 ters was unbearable; even if the enemy didn’t move, hitting them was difficult. And for incorporeal Energy Magic, it was highly likely to simply dissipate beyond 500 ters.
And Richard?
From the beginning, he was beyond 300 ters, mostly over 500 ters away. When attacked, he excessively retreated beyond 700 ters and then calmly released his peculiar attacks.
Bobbobovic realized it wasn’t a battle at all; it was rely a one-sided tornt.
Too much, far too much!
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