Chapter 870 - Combat Power Comparison
Chapter 870 Combat Power Comparison
How was a Third Grade more powerful than a Second Grade?
If one were to analyze in simple and broader terms, it would be tremendous power, better Physique, higher speed, and frightening Spirit!
However, no adept would possibly increase their attributes in such a roundabout manner. There were always trade-offs and prioritization. As such, the elementium adepts prioritized Spirit, while giving some attention to Physique and altogether abandoning Strength and Agility. Meanwhile, body-refining adepts were split into three different categories. Some emphasized Strength, others Physique, and others, much like Mary, focused on Agility.
On the other hand, the specialization of bloodline adepts depended on what bloodline they had inherited.
If they inherited the bloodline of a Giant Raging Ape, their Physique and Strength would be enhanced immensely, while also making sure Agility didn’t lag behind. Spirit would be their only weak point. If they inherited the bloodline of a fire dragon, all of their attributes would be enhanced to a considerable extent. In particular, their fire magic would be uncontested.
However, such analysis was only a summary of the statistics of the adept and wasn’t sufficiently comprehensive!
One couldn’t forget that, as Third Grade adepts, these individuals had easily lived for several hundred more years compared to an average Second Grade adept. During these hundreds of years, they could use all the techniques and methods available to them to improve their base power and uncover more of their latent potential to walk even further on the path of magic.
That said, Mary had a hard time remaining in that intense condition for an extended period with her eighteen points of Spirit.
Judging from her short encounter with Morgana last time, Mary could only maintain that condition for five seconds. Five seconds later, she would be forcefully disconnected from this strange, ultra-sensitive state due to her Spirit being exhausted.
Otherwise, in a completely motionless world, even a mighty witch would not be able to escape death at her hands.
That short encounter with the Third Grade witch had taught Mary a lot. At the very least, she believed she had found a path of development that was extremely suitable for her. If she could make improvements to this ultra-sensitive state, her combat power would definitely improve exponentially.
Thus, Mary hid in her room after returning to the Tower of Fate and did not show herself again.
It seemed that she would not leave until she had completely figured out this strange new ability of hers!
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Silent Swamp.
The once terrifying magical swamp had now changed completely.
Massive storms ravaged the swamp, leaving piles of snow and shivering creatures wherever they went. Everything in the world was frozen into thick ice crystals.
The ferocious magical creatures gathered throughout the swamp had all turned into shivering lambs before a berserk Third Grade witch. Every single one of them was turned into an ice sculpture without the chance to retaliate.
The Silent Swamp now truly lived up to its name. It was an utterly quiet place with no life to be seen anywhere!
A destructive storm circled Morgana as she stood alone at the entrance to Dragonblight. She looked at the mysterious tower in the distance, unable to conceal the fury and anger in her heart.
A bunch of rats and they dared to use schemes and tricks to play around with her. Morgana’s humiliation was incomparable.
This month of defeat and failure was like a slap across her face every time she thought of all the insults she had hurled toward Alice during the Witch Council two months ago. Morgana could even imagine the disdainful looks of scorn the witch leaders would give her the next time she appeared at the Witch Council.
The pride of a Third Grade witch could not be tainted!
Morgana roared in her heart, and her eyes, filled with thundering fury, mysteriously turned a milky-white, much like the storm raging around her.
“Leader, you can’t go!” Cerro hurriedly led the other witches to Morgana. An expression of concern finally appeared on her cold and expressionless face.
Yet, when she saw Morgana’s terrifying eyes that had turned pure white from fully unleashing her magical power, Cerro knew that she could not stop what was about to happen.
Morgana had triggered her Icecold Bloodline now. If she didn’t unleash this fury within her, she might even hurt her own body.
The Coldwinter Witches looked at each other and had no choice but to step aside and watch as Morgana turned into a massive snowstorm and slowly walked into Dragonblight.
“Ryl, have the third Frost Guardian squadron come over from Enmis. Ceanas, you return to the clan headquarters and bring all the snow beasts over to Dragonblight. Circa, you lead the rest of them and stay by the leader’s side. Also, make sure to keep yourselves safe.”
The other witches quickly went into action with the orders of Deputy Leader Cerro. They got onto their brooms and hurried toward all the locations of their assignments.
They might possess the ability of temporary flight as Second Grade witches, but using magical flight equipment was still faster and more convenient for long-distance trips.
Meanwhile, Cerro herself continued to stand where she was. Finally, she let out a sigh and slowly vanished from the spot.