Chapter 207 - Advantage
“You flatter me…” Lin Li faked modesty, but his recitation did not stop. While using the protection of the Lightning Shield Field to withstand the heavy bombardment of the thunderstorm, he released a sinister Wall of Fire at Macklin’s foot. The old fellow had to halt his recitation and retreat several steps in a row. In this time, Lin Li’s Mana Retroaction had been completed…
“…” Macklin was halfway through his recitation of the spell and was interrupted by Lin Li, which almost made him vomit blood in anger. He had ended up in the ditch. He had misjudged the kid’s strength from the start, which led to all the wrong steps he’d taken now. Ever since the kid had resisted his Cloud Storm with the Lightning Shield Field, he had slid into a passive situation that was hard to reverse.
This was the case in the battle between mages. A single mistake might change the outcome of a battle.
Macklin might not be so upset if it was under ordinary circumstances. After all, he was a character close to the Legendary Realm. Even if there were minor mistakes occasionally, he could make up for them by means of his powerful strength. But he had no chance at present. His power had been suppressed at level-15; he could not even release a level-16 Flame Shield. Besides a deeper understanding of the rules and a more sophisticated use of power, Macklin was no better than a Magic Shooter who had just broken through level-15.
Macklin could not help but frown because of the intense pain caused by the bite of mana, and was ultimately shocked by the power his opponent displayed. He could already sense that this was not a power a Magic Shooter should have. Even if this kid had talent, he could never have such power at the rank of a Magic Shooter.
Hell… an Archmage. An Archmage under the age of 20… Macklin almost lost his mind on the spot. What was the concept of an Archmage below 20? Even in the Dark Ages, the race that considered itself the most perfect under the stars had never had such a genius.
On the contrary, there had been a genius like this in the human race less gifted in magic than the High Elves. His name was Geresco, the God of Mages who defeated the whole Magic Legion by himself. In the legends of any clans, he existed as a God—even the human mages had to admit that people like Geresco shouldn’t appear in Anril. His power was comparable only to that of a true God.
The battle continued, and the young apprentice did, as everyone had guessed, gain the upper hand with a Mana Retroaction. However, Macklin failed to even up the odds with his level-15 strength, and it seemed that his disadvantage was getting worse by the time…
Gradually, the mages around the crystal ball began to understand…
The young man who was beating up Macklin was not an apprentice at all; he was a real Archmage!
“Oh, my God…” Cries of alarm rang out at the same time in the Alanna Guild of Magic.