Chapter 707: Chapter 599: Duel and Release (Part 2)

Thus, a star formed in his palm.

The so-called "star" is not a metaphor but a real star.

The mass of blazing plasma spun and burned in his hand, releasing energy capable of incinerating the plane.

Through the protective barrier of the dueling arena, Jeming did not feel the terrifying heatwave, but judging by the instantly vaporized simulated environment inside, this was no mere display.

But this was only the opening move.

Afterward, the star was rapidly compressed from a diameter of tens of millions of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers, then to several kilometers, and finally to human height.

In the end, the star was compressed into a shuttle of human height.

The originally scorching surface quickly calmed down, becoming so deep that when the compressed volume breached a certain limit, the color abruptly turned to absolute darkness, distorting the surrounding light and spacetime.

That’s... a black hole!

And this monstrous thing hovered in the hand of the wizard from the parallel world, like a spear ready to be thrown.

Jeming took a sharp breath.

No doubt, that’s the mark of an Eighth Level Wizard!

Such a ridiculous opening move!

If this dueling arena wasn’t specifically built, this thing could destroy the surrounding plane the instant it appeared!

Seeing that his own twin made no move to stop it, the wizard from the parallel world unhesitatingly threw the shuttle.

The moment the shuttle left his hand, all light in the void dimmed for an instant.

Along its path, all the light was absorbed!

The protective barrier of the dueling arena flashed wildly, countless runes lighting up simultaneously, locking the gravitational waves emitted by the shuttle inside the arena.

The wizards in the audience only felt a slight tremor, but Jeming knew that if not for the Void Architecture Institute considering such level attacks when designing the dueling arena, the mere aftermath of those gravitational waves would rip all the surrounding spectators to shreds.

Seeing his twin finally launch an attack, the Eighth Level Wizard of the Void Architecture Institute moved.

He flickered and disappeared from his place.

The next instant, he appeared at the other end of the dueling arena.

But the shuttle also turned, following him at a madly sharp angle that defied physical laws.

Flash again, chase again.

Flash again, chase again.

That Eighth Level Wizard used at least seventeen different techniques, from phase jumping to space folding, from existence nullification to probability shifts.

Each technique was enough to shake off most locking spells, but that shuttle clung to him like it had eyes, never letting go for even a centimeter.

Jeming squinted his eyes, quickly analyzing in his mind.

"Unavoidable." He soon concluded, "It’s knowledge of the Destiny Element. The opponent directly set the result as ’hit’, so no matter how the target dodges, the result won’t change."

According to the history Jeming received about the wizard civilization of parallel worlds, they also researched Ninth Level Creatures while exploring the Ninth Level path.

Though they failed to achieve their goal, they did indeed gain the Fictional Law that could transcend illusion and reality, thereby acquiring the Destiny Element Law.

However, unlike Jeming’s side of wizard civilization, the development path of the Destiny Element Law in the parallel world’s wizard civilization is more geared towards combat techniques.

Just like the present inevitable outcome based on causality.

In the dueling arena, the Eighth Level Wizard of the Void Architecture Institute suddenly stopped.

He floated in mid-air, turning his back to the shuttle that was drawing closer, showing an expression of slight sentiment on his face.

"Unexpectedly..." His voice wasn’t loud, but through the arena’s amplifying array, it was clearly heard by every spectator, "I, too, have the potential to learn Destiny Element knowledge."

No sooner had he spoken than the shuttle struck.

Blazing white light engulfed everything.

Even with the dueling arena’s arrays’ protection, the blinding light made Jeming instinctively squint.

But the Fate System kept running, faithfully recording every frame.

Under the shuttle’s impact, several outer layers of the Eighth Level Wizard’s energy defense burst like bubbles.

The shuttle continued forward, smashing into the chest of that Eighth Level Wizard.

Then, the shuttle shattered.

The spear compressed into a black hole shattered into countless shards, like fragile glass, at the instant it struck the target’s chest.

The shards scattered in all directions, impacting the walls of the dueling arena, the horrific force absorbed by the arena’s protective array, with the remaining material instantly reduced to basic elemental particles by the array’s function, ejected into the endless Chaotic Void.

And the Eighth Level Wizard from the Void Architecture Institute just stood there, looking down at his chest.

There was a fist-sized scorch mark on his magic robe, but that was all.

He reached out, casually flicking that scorch mark like flicking away a speck of dust.

"I’m really not good at that kind of knowledge in the Destiny Element, resolving the unavoidable is indeed troublesome," he said, "But if you can’t penetrate the enemy’s defense, it doesn’t matter."

"However... thanks to your reminder, I see another possibility. I suppose I could develop towards the Destiny Element in the future..."

Opposite, the Eighth Level Wizard of the parallel world froze.

His expression shifted from sneering to shock, then to disbelief, and finally into something close to collapse.

"Impossible..." he hissed, "You... this..."

The wizard from the Void Architecture Institute did not explain.

He just stood there, calmly watching the other, like a patient teacher waiting for a student to accept reality.

The Eighth Level Wizard of the parallel world did not immediately give up.

He roared and attacked again.

Countless twisted tentacles emerged in the void, each carrying curses capable of corroding the plane.

He also tore through space, summoning a giant beast resting in the depths of the void.

Or directly unleashed all his spiritual power, transforming into a Psychic Shock to blast at his opponent.

But all attacks vanished the moment they contacted the Eighth Level Wizard’s body.

The tentacles shattered, the giant beast howled back into the void, and the mental attack smashed into an invisible wall, not even stirring a ripple.

Jeming sat in the audience, watching this scene, shaking his head helplessly.

The attacks of the wizards from the parallel world seemed bizarre, powerful, and indefensible, but those were all appearances.

Ever since the wizard civilization parsed the essence of the Four Great Elements, combat methods became increasingly straightforward and crude.

After all, all fancy techniques become meaningless in the face of absolute value disparity.

The wizards from the parallel world are not weak.

They too can enhance the output ratio of a single element through knowledge, hitting destructive power far beyond their level.

But their output ratio lags an order of magnitude behind that of contemporary wizards.

This isn’t their weakness; it’s the disparity in technical level between both sides.

Perhaps in the early stages, under the catalyst of war, the wizards from the parallel world would develop swiftly.

But in the mid to late stages, without a suitable communication environment, the technology of the wizard civilization in the parallel world stalls.

In an environment where everyone treasures their brooms, new wizards can only keep exploring from scratch the technologies already well studied long ago.

Meanwhile, the technical level of contemporary wizard civilization would catch up at an exaggerated speed, completing surpassing.

In the dueling arena, the Eighth Level Wizard from the parallel world finally stopped.

He floated in mid-air, panting heavily, the human-shaped eye he maintained flickering alternately between frenzy and calm.

Then he laughed.

That smile contained bitterness, relief, and a touch of long-lost ease.

"No more fighting," he said, "I can’t win."

The wizard from the Void Architecture Institute nodded, taking out a contract document already prepared from his coat, handing it over.

The Eighth Level Wizard from the parallel world accepted the contract, not even looking, and directly used spiritual power to imprint his soul mark on it.

A flash of light, and the contract took effect.

The wizard from the Void Architecture Institute, satisfied, put away the contract and extended his hand to his opponent: "Pleasant cooperation."

The two hands clasped together.

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