Wizard: Starting fro Chapter 600: 10-Star Challenge

Chapter 600: Chapter 600: 10-Star Challenge

In the previous second, he was still standing atop a scorching sea of lava, the stone beneath his feet lting, the heated air distorting his vision.

The next second, the scene around him shattered like a broken mirror, replaced by a realm of absolute zero, frigid cold instantly invading his body, even the air seeming to freeze.

In another instant, the space flipped, and he was floating in a void-like astral world, a sensation of weightlessness washing over him with distant broken stars and silent energy storms...

The rules of the environnt were switching rapidly and chaotically, each switch accompanied by severe changes in the laws of physics.

Gravity, temperature, energy affinity, even material forms were frantically altering.

This was not just a test of the physical body, but the ultimate challenge to ntal stability and imdiate adaptability.

And the enemy appeared alongside.

It was a peculiar demon, its form unfixed, rather a mass of constantly writhing, color-shifting, contour-changing energy assembly.

In the lava environnt, it would conjure fiery whips; in the ice-bound realm, it would shoot soul-freezing ice ray.

In the astral void, it could control gravity, forming twisted spatial traps.

More troubling, as the environnt switched, random elental minions corresponding to the new environnt would coalesce around the demon.

Lava fire spirits, frost skeletons, void aberrations... They were not independent entities but linked to the demon’s core energy, sharing perception, coordinating attacks.

Attacks ca from all directions, with attributes and modes changing unpredictably with the environnt, alternating high heat and severe cold, seamlessly connecting physical impacts and energy erosions, ntal disruption and space distortion.

If an ordinary Level 1 Crystalized Mage were here, they wouldn’t last three rounds of environntal switching without losing control over energy or facing ntal collapse.

Yet Duke’s response displayed a transcendent, almost instinctual adaptability.

Deep within his gaze, it seed six base elental colors were rotating and appearing.

When the heat of lava swept over, his fire elental affinity talent erged, not only greatly diminishing the damage from the heat but granting him exceptional perception of the fla energy flow, easily predicting and guiding the track of the fiery whip.

When the severe cold set in, the water elental affinity made him akin to the inhabitants of northern icy plains, significantly weakening the rigidity from the biting cold, his spirit more condensed in frigid environnts, instantly analyzing the weaknesses of the ice ray and shattering them.

Every dramatic environntal switch for him was rely a change of stage backdrop.

With his talent for high affinity with the six elents, it was as if he wore an invisible, environnt-suited comfortable cloak that allowed him to adapt to new environnts at the fastest speed.

He was no longer passively resisting the environnt but began to guide and utilize it.

Every ti the environnt switched, the concentration of free elental energy particles in the environnt would greatly increase.

Similarly, the strength of corresponding elental magic would also greatly increase.

For other wizards, it’s impossible for their mastery of magic to be so comprehensive, inevitably facing unsuitable environnts.

But for Duke, no matter how the environnt switched, he could always use the most suitable elental magic to attack.

This trial, for most wizards, had good training effects, allowing them to adapt in advance to the complex environnts in the Endless Plane.

Most Level 1 Mages couldn’t endure several environntal changes, but Duke not only remained strong but felt no pressure.

He had already gone through two rounds of environntal switching, and if it weren’t for the troubleso demon, would have ended it long ago.

But he was still very relaxed; the primary pressure from this trial ca from the environntal stress, which, for him, was non-existent.

Ten minutes later, Duke erged from the access cabin, looking relaxed.

The chanical eye service clerk looked at him, an icy synthesized voice seed to carry an almost imperceptible ripple: "Mr. Duke, your comprehensive score under Level 1 Nine-Star difficulty is: 9987 points. This score has been automatically recorded into the Anvil Castle’s practical assessnt center Level 1 Mage leaderboard, current rank: 37th."

Duke raised an eyebrow slightly; he didn’t care much about the ranking, just found the scoring system interesting.

The clerk continued introducing with her emotionless voice: "Level 1 Ten-Star, Final Trial. You will continuously challenge ten projections of real beings from the Endless Plane, confird to possess Level 1 Peak combat power, collected through data. They are the standout mbers within their own plane, possessing unique and powerful combat styles.

Upon defeating ten consecutively, you will be considered to have passed. Please note, each opponent’s strength far exceeds that of previous composite elite units. Due to huge energy consumption, once the challenge begins, it cannot be exited midway until completing ten consecutive battles or the challenger’s death. Do you confirm opening?"

"Ten consecutive Level 1 Peaks?" Duke’s eyes finally sparkled with intense interest.

This is what he wanted, the collision of pure strength and technique, engaging those at the pinnacle of Level 1 Life, then stated: "Confirm opening."

After paying a full fifty thousand Level 1 Magic Stones as the fee, Duke took the special token representing the final challenge, its rim shimring with dark golden patterns.

As he sat in the access cabin again, the mont consciousness connected successfully, he found himself in an enormous pure white circular arena.

Around the arena expanded an infinite starry sky, beneath his feet was a smooth, mirror-like surface engraved with countless profound runes, emitting energy waves stabilizing space.

A grand and cold voice echoed within the arena:

"Level 1 Ten-Star, Final Trial, start!"

"First opponent: from the Core Plane, Fla Demon Commander Balza!"

On one side of the arena, space distorted, and a mighty figure stepped out, up to five ters tall, covered in dark red lava armor, with large curved horns growing on its head, wielding a gigantic sword ablaze with abyssal flas.

With each step, the rune-engraved ground beneath its feet slightly reddened, exuding terrifying high temperatures, its single eye burning with a desire for destruction.

This was purely a master of power and fla, its fire carrying unique hellish corrosive and soul-burning characteristics.

Duke could clearly sense the opponent’s exceedingly condensed, almost overflowing furious fire elental power, far surpassing any prior simulated battle fire creature.

"Co." Duke took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as a knife, magic power quietly circulating within.

He knew, this would be a tough battle, and there were nine more such battles.