Chapter 258 - Immortal King
Lin Li’s match was arranged to be the last, so he was in no rush, as there was still time. He was engaged in a chat with Mason and Orrin while waiting for the results of the two matches.
Gryffindor was in the second match. The number one magic genius in Felan took only two minutes to win the match. The level-13 Magic Shooter from Starlight City stood no chance in front of Gryffindor. He was being oppressed throughout the whole match. There was no control from Gryffindor, only outburst through and through. Just like a gust of wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, he’d swept the level-13 Magic Shooter out of the final six.
The referee’s announcement silenced the whole Aurora Square.
At least half of the thousands of mages in the audience were re-evaluating the number one magic genius of Felan. Everyone knew that he was strong, but had not expected that he could be so strong.The strength shown by both sides in the match earlier on was on two different levels. Gryffindor easily defeated his opponent without even needing to put much thought into it.
Many people couldn’t believe that such a power gap would appear on two young mages in their twenties.
The mages who were participating in this trial were all elites in their respective guilds. Even the worst of them were level-10 Magic Shooters; there was no weakling among them to say the least. The fact that Gryffindor had won so easily showed that he was incredibly strong.
“F*ck, why’s this kid so strong…” Hoffman’s confidence took a dive as he watched Gryffindor from afar.
All kinds of thoughts flashed across Lin Li’s mind. His heart tightened when he looked at Garat once again. If it was just as he guessed, then Garat was no longer just a level-14 Magic Shooter. A death aura stronger than that of Sendros’ was no joking matter.
Lin Li tightened his grip on the Aether Staff in his hand and fixed his eyes on Garat. His mental strength had been pushed to the limits, and the magical elements were surging violently, stirring up a magic storm in Aurora Square. Lin Li was more serious than ever at this moment; he knew very well that in the face of such a half-human, half-undead monster, an oversight could leave him a lifelong regret.
This was not merely a competition. He had no other choice but to give his all.
Garat stood there, expressionless. There was still not a trace of expression on his death-like face. He held a fire magic staff in his hand, but the magical wave that was emanating from it had nothing to do with fire magic. Lin Li, who had spent seven days in the Shadowglen, knew that this was the purest form of death energy.
Just when Lin Li was on his guard for the dangers that might come, Garat had made a move all of a sudden…
“Oh, Great Immortal King, you’re finally back…” Garat’s voice was low and hoarse. Perhaps only Lin Li could hear what he was saying in the whole Aurora Square.
“Im… Immortal King?” Lin Li’s heart tightened. Surely this couldn’t be some summoning spell?
Then he saw that a plume of black fog arose from Garat’s body. It filled the whole Aurora Square in an instant, just like a fast-spreading plague. Lin Li lost control of his body in this immeasurably strong death aura. And then there were cries—howls, screams, and moans—and it was as if the whole Aurora Square was thrown into hell instantly.