"Then did you ask for my opinion?"
Word Spirit·Tyrant
The air surrounding the Elf Mage’s location suddenly turned incredibly heavy as if an invisible mountain had fallen, pressing down on him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In that mont, one after another, the magic ornants on this High Elf Mage exploded, and splendid spirit light spread out, colorful and beautiful.
A narrow spatial crack appeared instantly, swallowing the Elf Mage’s silhouette. The next mont, Mikal appeared in the high sky hundreds of ters away.
However, at this ti, the Elf Mage no longer had the calm deanor he had when he first appeared because blood was flowing from his mouth, nose, and ears, looking both tragic and frightening.
"What is this?"
Mikal looked incredulously at the Golden Dragon, wiped his chin with his hand, and after seeing the crimson blood on his fingertips, his expression turned dark and sinister,
"Dragon Power? No, no, this is not Dragon Power!"
As a High Elf who had lived for hundreds of years, he had certainly seen real adult Dragon Species and experienced Dragon Power, knowing what it felt like to be oppressed by it.
But the feeling he just had was completely different. It was as if an invisible Dragon Car was crushing towards him, hitting him without any chance to react, and the fact that all his preset defensive magic ornants were triggered is the best proof.
This was an attack spell similar to Dragon Power but more lethal, encompassing even the body.
"Who allowed you to set difficult questions on your own and deliberately punish students?"
Noah’s gaze followed, and the might of Word Spirit·Tyrant shadowed him.
However, the Mage was prepared this ti, implenting dual protective spells for both ntal and elental defense, though they creaked under the pressure in the next instant, appearing overwheld.
"How dare a juvenile dragon who hasn’t even mastered basic shapeshifting question my teaching thods!"
Mikal gritted his teeth, anger flaring in his eyes, not believing he did anything wrong.
Indeed, he was an Elf supremacist and did despise those of impure bloodlines deed inferior, but he also imparted true knowledge. It was just that the inferior’s talents were lacking and did not rember them.
So, he gave a small punishnt. But that was rely insignificant external injuries, easily healed with a trivial low-level healing spell. Yet, this Golden Dragon sought trouble with him over it, which he found absolutely unreasonable.
"Shapeshifting? I just dislike humanoid forms."
Noah laughed disdainfully, then his figure appeared in the high sky hundreds of ters away. Although the Golden Dragon preferred Word Spirits that could be unleashed with a thought, he had never relaxed in studying spells applicable to various situations.
"You seem to think highly of your spell prowess? Then let’s have a match!"
Flowing flas, rotating ice crystals, and leaping thunder... In the eyes of the uninford onlookers, all they could see were these suddenly exploding, crisscrossing Shape-shifting Magic spells.
But in reality, the battle between spellcasters involved teleportation and counter-teleportation, warnings and counter-warnings, and would even include curses and counters. If all else failed, a true Mage could always draw a dual-wielding greatsword and showcase Unrivaled Sword Skills.
In a relatively fair evaluation, this High Elf Mage was quite a well-rounded hexagonal spellcaster, able to fight, withstand, and flee.
Only he encountered a similarly skilled caster in the Golden Dragon, unable to employ his last resort. He truly was adept in dual-wielding sword skills and had excellent bow skills that could compete with the sa race’s Wanderers. But against the Golden Dragon, unless he was out of his mind, he wouldn’t draw these close-combat techniques.
"Bored now. You’re only this much!"
When the Golden Dragon no longer dodged, not even casting spells, the battle proclaid its end,
"I thought you were strong, but it turns out you’re just this."
"You!"
Mikal watched as his modified spells blasted onto the Golden Dragon’s unfolded wings, his ntality collapsing as he saw the exploding flas of the Phoenix transform into flowing fire, scorching the Dragon’s wings, making the scales on the wings shine even brighter. The following thunder was the sa, and several Shape-shifting Magic spells that followed were blocked by nearly instantaneous Elental Shields. The mutually counteracting elents created annihilation reactions yet failed to harm the Golden Dragon in the slightest.
"This is as far as you go."
Noah looked at the Elf Mage, and Word Spirit·Tyrant suppressed once more. In an instant, tiny photons appeared, condensing into six chains that wound towards the Mage.
Light Binding – Six Chains
The Elf Mage hadn’t yet resolved his bindings when nine shining stars appeared one by one beside him, transforming into a Star Palace that completely engulfed his figure, vanishing from the onlookers’ view.
Word Spirit: Nine Luminaries Star Palace
"Haven’t you released enough?
A tall young female Mage descended from the high heavens, her Magic Robe barely hiding her slender figure, looking at the Golden Dragon.
"He punished Gwen."
"The cri does not warrant death, release him."
"Let him go; he doesn’t deserve to stay here and continue being Gwen’s teacher."
"Alright."
At the sa ti Selena agreed, Noah let go of the control over the Nine Luminaries Star Palace, which went out of control and began rampaging, as star after star exploded.
Finally, a ragged, blood-covered, weak figure appeared, falling from the sky.
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