Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 206 - 188: Rational Betrayal
Therefore, he chose the most extreme method—Forbidden Magic!
This anti-magic device, during the previous battle with the Magma Giant, wasn’t used because it has a fatal side effect.
The Forbidden Magic Domain it releases can even affect the user themselves!
Using this against elemental creatures like the Magma Giant is almost tantamount to suicide.
But during the wizard civil war, it’s extremely effective.
Both sides’ witchcraft gets sealed, and the subsequent battle can only rely on the most primitive physical combat—physical showdown!
As Jeming had known for a long time, although wizards mainly rely on witchcraft for combat, it doesn’t mean their physical bodies are weak.
Especially Combat Wizards, who, to survive in extreme situations, would undergo various Rune modifications and Secret Medicine enhancements to greatly increase their physical strength.
Under normal circumstances, a Second Level Wizard’s physical strength is always stronger than a First Level Wizard’s.
Therefore, this Second Level Wizard had full confidence in himself.
The Second Level Wizard casually dropped the gradually dissipating Crystal Stone in his hand and slowly and gracefully assumed a standard close combat stance.
His face was calm, his eyes showing an extreme indifference, without any emotional fluctuation.
Without any sign, he stomped his foot and charged rapidly towards Jeming at top speed!
However, seeing the standard combat stance the wizard assumed, along with his astonishing speed, Jeming instead showed a faint meaningful smile at this moment!
"Hmph, compete in close combat ability..." Jeming coldly sneered in his heart.
Almost in a flash, the two wizards fiercely clashed in the center of the empty chamber!
The Second Level Wizard clearly had rich close combat experience, his fist fast as lightning, directly aiming at Jeming’s face.
The fist edge carried a vehement whistling sound, every strike evidently containing power sufficient to shatter rocks!
However, just as they clashed, the Second Level Wizard’s expression changed, a surge of unspoken massive regret flooding his heart!
The "one-sided" fight he imagined did not happen at all!
Jeming did not evade but instead punched too!
The physical strength displayed by Jeming’s punch, and the instantaneous acceleration of his power burst, all exceeded the Second Level Wizard’s understanding!
Bang!
The two fists collided fiercely in mid-air, emitting a dull sound of flesh colliding!
The Second Level Wizard only felt a force of shock coming from his fist, instantly spreading throughout his entire arm, causing the muscles to tremble violently, even causing him to step back half a step, while Jeming remained motionless!
"His physical ability... is stronger than mine?!" The Second Level Wizard’s heart shook terribly, incredulous.
He was a Second Level Wizard!
And had undergone specialized body modifications too!
His physical strength had long surpassed mortals, what right does this First Level Wizard have to be stronger than his powers?!
Jeming didn’t give the opponent any time to think. He stepped forward, his speed even faster than before.
The Second Level Wizard only thought his vision blurred, and Jeming’s fist already attacked again!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jeming’s attack speed was extremely quick, every punch carrying a wind-breaking sound, the power fierce yet restrained, each strike precisely targeting the Second Level Wizard’s joints, ribs, and head.
The Second Level Wizard could only barely raise his arms to block, but besides the obvious advantage in speed and strength, Jeming had Combat Techniques completely incomprehensible to the Second Level Wizard (exclusive body cultivator combat techniques).
Every strike of his came with all the power in his body flowing like blood vessels under the skin, every forceful exertion feeling capable of moving the Earth Vein in heaviness!
Every punch received by the Second Level Wizard caused his body to subconsciously retreat a step, the originally tight defensive stance becoming somewhat battered.
He tried to find a chance to counterattack, hoping to use his specially modified arm muscle structure to strike Jeming’s vital spots.
But Jeming’s evasion moves were extremely exquisite, each time narrowly avoiding by a hair’s breadth!
Meanwhile, Jeming’s fist came down again, continuous and unending, like a tempest!
"What is this body technique?! What kind of monster is this guy!" The Second Level Wizard roared angrily in his heart.
He originally thought this melee was his advantage, unexpectedly to be completely overpowered by someone who seemed merely a "First Level Wizard!"
Jeming remained silent, only continually attacking the opponent with seemingly simple yet actually intricate combat techniques.
His legs seemed rooted in the earth, each stomp unleashing astonishing power.
His fist sliced through the air, carrying an invisible pressure that even slightly shook the surrounding air, producing a "whoosh—" sound of air being pierced.
The Second Level Wizard barely blocked one of Jeming’s whip kicks, but the powerful impact still caused him to stagger, and his arm completely lost feeling! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Suddenly, Jeming sidestepped, a powerful punch accurately striking the Second Level Wizard’s rib area!
Crack!
The crisp sound of breaking bones was exceptionally clear in this silent empty room.
The Second Level Wizard’s body stiffened for a moment, a groan of pain slipping from his mouth.
Despair flashed in his eyes; he knew he was completely defeated this time.
Jeming gave him no chance to breathe; he grabbed the Second Level Wizard by the collar and yanked him close.
Then, with a knee lift, he struck the Second Level Wizard’s chest hard.
"Puhhh!" The Second Level Wizard spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
His body completely lost its strength to resist, collapsing limply like mud in Jeming’s hands.
His eyes widened, filled with regret and confusion, unable to understand why his proud calculations were so horribly wrong at this moment.
Jeming threw him to the ground, shaking his head with regret.
The outcome was decisively determined in mere tens of seconds!
