Chapter 70
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Cromwell had absolute confidence in this duel.
After breaking through to level-thirteen, the unprecedented feeling of power intoxicated Cromwell. He believed that no one in the younger generation of Jarrosus was his match, including Felic, who had once made him feel fear.
The humiliation in the Emerald Tower could only be washed away with blood.
When answering Old Merlin, Cromwell had already begun to plan how to kill his opponent as cruelly as possible. Verbal humiliation was not enough. It was not enough to wash away the shame on him. That mage named Felic must bleed to the last drop of his blood before he could die in endless pain and regret!
"There are two pieces of equipment in the basement. They're in the third secret compartment on the right side of the door. I've told you how to open them before. Go and take them out now."
"Yes, father."
A moment later, Cromwell returned to Old Merlin with a mage's robe and a magic staff.
"I was going to give these two things to you after you became a Magic Shooter. I didn't expect …" Old Merlin looked at the two pieces of equipment and thought of Cromwell's inability to improve in his life. He could not help but feel a little sad.
"It's okay, father. I'm also a Magic Shooter now."
"Hmm." Old Merlin nodded and reached out to pick up the magic staff. "This is the Aether Staff. Even I have never used it. It has been handed down in the Merlin Family for more than a dozen generations. It can be said to be the most powerful piece of equipment in the family's secret treasure. Look at this magical crystal. Can you feel anything?"
"Very powerful magic. It's at least level-fifteen."
"Not bad …" Old Merlin nodded with some approval in his eyes. "This is a level-eighteen magical crystal. In addition to increasing the power of magic, it has the biggest secret. This secret is only known to the patriarchs of the Merlin Family … This level-eighteen magical crystal can be activated by a special method. When it is activated, you will get a chance to cast a spell five levels higher …"
Cromwell sucked in a breath of cold air. What was the concept of casting a spell five levels higher … Take himself for example. He was a level-thirteen Magic Shooter. If he activated that magical crystal, he would be able to cast a level-eighteen spell. Such a terrifying level of magic was even enough to defeat Old Merlin and Gerian!
"And this Soul Brand Robe …" Old Merlin put down the magic staff and picked up the gray mage robe from the side. "It has anti-magic properties. After wearing it, the chances of you being hurt by low-level magic will be much smaller. In addition, it has space for 16 scrolls. Before the duel begins, I will prepare 16 scrolls for you."
"I understand, Father." Cromwell looked at the two pieces of equipment with some disapproval in his eyes. He felt that Old Merlin was making a mountain out of a molehill. Now that he was a level-thirteen Magic Shooter, he might stand a chance against the patriarchs of the other mage families. That Felic was at most level-eight or nine. He didn't need the help of equipment to deal with him. He could crush him easily with his strength alone.
"Do you think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill?" With Old Merlin's vision, how could he not see what Cromwell was thinking? This made Old Merlin feel a little helpless. Although Cromwell had grown a lot after the setback at the Emerald Tower, his supercilious character had never completely changed.
"Father, I think …"
"Say no more." Cromwell wanted to defend himself, but Old Merlin waved his hand tiredly. "In order to avoid distracting you, there's something I haven't told you. Outside the Emerald Tower that day, before Gerian came out, I tried to suppress that Felic with my mental strength. Do you know what the result was?"
Cromwell was slightly taken aback. There was some surprise in his eyes as he looked at Old Merlin.
"Sigh …" Old Merlin sighed. "I don't know what luck the Guild of Magic has to have such a genius. Not only is he a pharmacist, but he also has a terrifying magical talent. His mental strength is stronger than any mage I've ever seen. If I hadn't suppressed him with the strength of an Archmage, I might have lost all the Merlin Family's face before Gerian came out …"
"…" Although Cromwell was arrogant, he was not a real idiot. Especially after his magic level had broken through to level-thirteen, he understood better than before what powerful mental strength meant to a mage …
"Don't underestimate your opponent. And don't forget, he's also a pharmacist …" Old Merlin carefully handed the two pieces of equipment to Cromwell. "There are still seven days before the duel. You still have a chance to complete the final ritual. If you can break through to level-fourteen within these seven days, the Merlin Family will be considered to have won this duel for sure."
"I understand, Father." Cromwell nodded heavily. He took the two pieces of equipment and bowed out of the room, closing the door gently.
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At the same time, in the Emerald Tower, Lin Li fell to the Arcane Missile once again.
"Looks like you need a little luck …" Old Grimm, who had won, looked somewhat relieved. If he hadn't cast the spell too quickly and happened to trigger the bite of mana, he might have lost.
This young man's progress was too fast. Andoine was right — he was a real magic genius. Such a speed of improvement was enough to make any mage jealous. In the beginning, he could still easily defeat him with the strength of a Magic Shooter. But in these few days, he had leaped by leaps and bounds. Today, he had to rely on luck to win.
Every time he walked into this hall, Old Grimm would feel that he was standing in front of a stranger.
That feeling was too strange. They looked the same, but their strength was completely different.
From being unable to fight back at the beginning to being able to fight back, it had only been less than ten days. Old Grimm had lived for more than a hundred years, but he had never seen such a monster. It was as if he was born to learn magic. That terrible talent in combat, in particular, made Old Grimm feel a chill just thinking about it.
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