Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 570 - 29: Reunion with an Enemy and Scheming

The darkness of the Decaying Staircase resembled congealed ink, with only the twisted, wriggling roots underfoot emitting an ominous dark green glow. Lynch moved like the most precise instrunt, lifting his foot, placing it down, analyzing, deciphering—actions ingrained deeply into his bones as instinct.

The vast knowledge repository of the Decaying Domain Level 7 and the ultimate computing power of the Grid Circuit made these traps, which could exhaust or even kill ordinary Mystical Wizards, peel away like layers of an onion before him, with the core Rule Fragnts efficiently extracted and absorbed.

Just after he deciphered a particularly complex trap fused with spatial rifts and spiritual decay, the edge of the Grid Circuit’s wide-area perceptual field caught a familiar energy fluctuation source, filled with strong resistance and decay.

He looked up slightly, his gray eyes penetrating the thick darkness, locking onto a figure not far above, struggling to ward off the stairway’s trap encroachnts.

"Hm?"

Lynch squinted slightly, thinking everyone on this staircase would be separated, truly surprised to encounter soone here, especially soone he had a grudge with—

The Witch Master of the Pure White Tower, Anderson.

Anderson’s current state was clearly not well. The once pure white glow around him dimd considerably, losing its forr holy brilliance, resembling more of a struggling firefly in a muddy swamp.

His elaborately crafted wizard robe was damaged in multiple places, stained with stubborn dark green smudges, his pale face showing an abnormal ashen tint, sweat beading on his forehead as he desperately activated Pure White secret skills, attempting to purify the "Life Extraction" trap erupting beneath the root stairs. The trap’s power, like countless thin straws, greedily siphoned his life’s essence, converting it into nourishnt for decay.

Clearly, for Anderson, this prolonged climb was far less manageable compared to Lynch’s ease.

anwhile, Anderson seed to have sensed sothing too, suddenly turning his head to look down the stairs, spotting Lynch below at a glance.

When enemies et, the eyes turn especially red with rage!

Lynch’s gaze instantly beca colder than the surrounding darkness. Murderous intent, like a tangible ice spike, nearly pierced through this decaying void.

Anderson’s gaze crossed the darkness, colliding with Lynch’s icy stare. Those once arrogant eyes now carried not only deep-seated malice but also an undeniable fear and intense vigilance. Instinctively, he fortified his defenses, the pure white glow fluctuating fiercely, evidently bracing against Lynch’s sudden assault.

Lynch indeed harbored killing intent. He calculated the possibility of instantly striking down Anderson. But at the very mont his spiritual power slightly gathered—

"Buzz!"

An icy, vast pressure, as if the entire will of the Decaying Tower descended, suddenly enveloped them! Invisible chains of rules seed to wrap around the two of them, and a deep, indisputable voice exploded directly in their spiritual cores—it was Rotten Wood Elder Altonia:

"This place is not your battlefield! Feel the urge to kill again, and be banished imdiately, dood to eternal dust!"

The warning, like ice poured over the head, carried the absolute force of Rule Power, clearly conveying an inviolable will—on the stairs, private fights are strictly prohibited!

Anderson’s tense body visibly relaxed, a flash of relief passed through his eyes, quickly replaced by venomous malice, as he stared intently at Lynch, his lips curling into a provocative smirk, as if to say, "Dare you take action?"

Lynch furrowed his brows.

Hesitating for a mont, the murderous intent in his eyes eventually subsided slowly.

Just let Anderson go like this?

Clearly impossible!

The coldness in Lynch’s eyes deepened.

He couldn’t help but ponder.

His gaze shifted around, and when it landed on the climbing staircase, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

Can’t take direct action?

Rules prohibit it?

Very well.

Lynch’s lips curled into an extrely cold arc.

He accelerated the pace of his deciphering, his steps moving up the stone steps one level at a ti, quickly overtaking Anderson, reaching the stone steps above him.

In the fleeting mont they brushed past each other, their spiritual powers clashed in the middle.

Reaching the stone steps above Anderson, Lynch began his operation.

He continued deciphering the stone steps, but while unraveling the world’s mysteries, he also comnced a highly discreet and lethal operation—

Applying magic traps to the stone steps.

Indeed, though the Rotten Wood Elder forbade mutual killing, he didn’t say you couldn’t do anything on these stone steps, did he?

When deciphering the stone steps, one must rearrange and combine the Decaying Domain’s runes on them. With limited ability, these combinations coincidentally ford other Magic Arrangents, and it’s understandable if these arrangents might cause so special reactions, isn’t it?

With that thought, Lynch’s lips curled upwards, beginning a very subtle "modification" and "rewiring" of the residual energy structure of the traps and the rule fraworks on the verge of collapsing.

He did not add new energy—that would be too easily detected. He rely used his profound understanding of the Decaying Rule Level 7, like triggering the first domino, to perform extrely precise guiding and fine-tuning on the existing energy escape paths in the trap’s collapse process and the chain reaction directions of rule disintegration.

He adjusted the directional focus of the "Rule Fragnt Shockwave" generated by the trap’s disintegration from an even spread to a highly condensed, intensely "spiritual decay" and "life curse"-laden invisible spike.

He ingeniously guided the residual decaying energy from the trap’s collapse to adhere to several specific energy nodes on the root stairs’ surface, forming a highly undetectable, barb-like energy mbrane. Once triggered by external force (the decipherer), it would instantly activate, rebounding along the decipherer’s force.

He even utilized the spatial ripples generated at the trap’s collapse mont, leaving behind an extrely small, highly directional "decay resonance point," which, once the decipherer’s spiritual power frequency coupled with it in a specific manner, would trigger severe rule backlash.

All these actions perfectly blended with the traps’ normal deciphering and natural energy dissipation process. His technique was so intricate, his understanding of decay rules so profound, and his energy manipulation so ticulous, it reached an astonishing level.

Like a top craftsman, dismantling a precise bomb yet casually reconstituting so parts into another more concealed, deadlier booby trap, disguising it as a harmless ruin.

Having completed all this, Lynch didn’t pause even for half a second. Unfazed, he stepped onto the next step, comncing a new round of deciphering as if nothing had just transpired.

Below, Anderson watched Lynch "calmly" ascend past him, feeling first confusion, then a surge of humiliation at being ignored, but primarily a sense of temporary safety and luck. Suppressing his roiling anger, he took a deep breath, refocusing his attention on the damned "Life Extraction" trap beneath his feet.

He mustered the remnants of the Pure White Power, cautiously attempting to decipher. With difficulty, he found the trap’s core, the Light Power cutting into the critical point like a scalpel.

The trap structure began unraveling!

Yet, at the mont of disintegration—