Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 432 - 51: Radiation Gathering Cannon

The knowledge of the Shape-shifting School played a significant role in Richard’s development of the Radiation Rule.

But this doesn’t mean that Richard used only the knowledge of the Shape-shifting School to develop the Radiation Rule.

The Radiation Rule endowed Richard with the ability to release high-energy radiation, a capability that, if applied properly, could be very powerful.

Regrettably, the intensity of the high-energy radiation Richard released was excessively high, and even with his radiation manipulation, he could barely protect himself from harm.

For a long time, Richard treated this skill as Field Witchcraft.

But later on, Richard had a thought: if he couldn’t contain the high-energy radiation, why not find something else to do it?

As an Alchemy Wizard, it wasn’t difficult for him to create Magic Equipment to help him contain the radiation.

And so, the Radiation Gathering Cannon was born.

Richard added a radiation convergence device to his Single Soldier Armor, allowing him to confine the high-energy radiation he emitted and achieve a strong penetration effect.

At the muzzle, Richard also employed the design of the Crystal Floating Cannon to further enhance the penetrating power of the radiant light.

Unfortunately, due to the extremely high demands on materials and enchantments for containing high-energy radiation, even now, Richard needed to replace the Confinement Chamber after every five uses of the Radiation Gathering Cannon.

But this was already enough.

One Confinement Chamber was enough for Richard to take care of an enemy. If one chamber wasn’t sufficient, even if he could replace it, he definitely wouldn’t be able to resolve the threat.

...

A beam of radiant light, as thick as the mouth of a sea bowl and resembling the Aurora, shot from the crystal on Richard’s arm, flashing past the delayed force field in an instant.

The delayed force field, which could bog down a Three Rings Wizard, seemed nonexistent in front of this radiant light.

Belte’s heart sounded alarm bells, and an intense sense of danger immediately flooded over him. He hastily erected a Magic Barrier and summoned the shield in his hands that he used to counter Stio’s hammer blows.

But it was all in vain.

The Magic Barrier was like a mere illusion before the radiant light, and the shield, which could resist a Ten Thousand Energy Level Spell, now sported a hole with melted edges.

Beyond the hole, Belde’s left chest was pierced through. Golden flames were continuously repairing the gap.

Belte’s eyes were fixed on Richard; his heart felt like it was pounding hard, even though he no longer possessed such an organ.

The penetration power of this spell had reached Thirty Thousand Energy Level!

All his defensive means were like paper in front of this spell.

For the first time, Belte felt death so close.

Had the radiant light deviated by three centimeters to the right, his Element Core would have been pierced just like his current body.

Luckily, he dodged it.

Such a terrifying attack was likely the trump card of this nobody named Richard.

Having dodged this strike, what came next...

Before Belte could finish his thought, his expression suddenly shifted as if he had seen a ghost.

Another attack?!

Richard saw that Belte had not yet been teleported and shot out the second beam of radiant light without hesitation.

For him, releasing high-energy radiation wasn’t too difficult. As long as he controlled the intervals properly, he could unleash it effortlessly.

The teal radiant light flashed by, striking Belte right in the chest.

In the next instant, Belte’s figure vanished within the delayed force field.

"Look, done," Richard said, turning around with a smile.

Behind him, Stio watched the scene with eyes wide and mouth open, unable to believe what he saw.

Hadn’t Richard been promoted to Three Rings not so long ago?

Was this the fighting power of someone who had been promoted just recently?

Richard snapped his fingers, summoning his guiding sprite.

"Little sprite, how many points do I have now?"

"You currently have fifty-two points, placing you third in the district points ranking and seventh in the overall points ranking."

"Wow," Richard muttered, slightly taken aback by the number fifty-two.

He himself had only gained ten points in the last two days, while that Wizard named Belte had contributed forty-one points alone.

That meant Belte had at least sent forty wizards on their way.

"If that guy had been a bit more cautious, this fight really could have gone either way."

If it weren’t for the delayed force field, Belte definitely wouldn’t have chosen close combat. If it came down to spell battles, considering Belte’s ability, Richard would have had no chance of winning without catching him off guard with the Radiation Gathering Cannon.

Of course, all this was under the assumption that Richard would not resort to dirty tricks by unleashing all of his Crystal Floating Cannons, along with the Floating Mother Body.

If Richard released the Floating Mother Body, he could walk sideways through this match without any problem.

But Richard would definitely not do that.

Although both the Floating Mother Body and Floating Cannon Group were his personal property and could be used freely in this selection match, if Richard resorted to a total push with the Floating Mother Body, it would attract the Military Department’s attention.

If they took the opportunity to requisition his Floating Mother Body, that would be troublesome.

With an organization like the Truth Council, which backed a forceful department, Richard was very skeptical about their moral bottom line.

When an organization holds power and violence, they need not follow the rules, for they are the rules themselves.

...

Amidst the palace complex, the wizards who had been sent back gathered together, chatting about recent developments and discussing some of the recent challenges they had faced, just like a previous wizards’ meet-up.

They had already been eliminated, and for them, this gathering truly was just that—a gathering.

Within the palace, the air suddenly twisted.

The next second, a shocked Belte appeared in the palace.

He touched his chest, before he was teleported, the radiant light was less than a millimeter away from his Element Core.

And he was powerless to stop it.

This feeling, hanging by a thread from death, nearly made him burst into tears.

But immediately after, he became somewhat excited.

"This Richard is by no means a nobody! He definitely is a big shot!"

Hearing Belte’s words, the surrounding wizards paused for an instant and then burst into laughter.

"My friend, you have been in the laboratory too long," laughed a wizard at Belte, "Richard is not some nobody, he has been a hot topic in the Four Rings Tower of Truth in recent years.

In the entire Wizard World, he is far from a nobody."

Belte was taken aback by this and hurriedly asked, "Which Great Wizard’s direct disciple is this Richard? How could his name be so prominent?"

"Ah, my friend, there you are wrong," the wizard replied, "The disciples of a Great Wizard are indeed powerful, but when it comes to reputation, they are far behind Richard.

The Richard you encountered is the chairman and founder of Richard Jolod’s Commerce, the creator of the Magic Support Vehicle.

Now, in the White Wizard Army, four out of ten are equipped with weapons from their commerce."

Belte instinctively responded, "Four out of ten? Are these figures that precise? Have you done an investigation?"

Years in the laboratory made him sensitive to data.

The wizard was not the slightest bit annoyed, knowing that wizards who immerse themselves in laboratories tend to speak without much thought.

He continued smiling, "I haven’t even finished. The remaining six armies, it’s not that they don’t want to equip, but that their orders to Richard Jolod’s Commerce have yet to be fulfilled."

Hearing this, the flames on Belte’s body flared for a moment.

He had not expected the wizard who won against him to have such a distinguished identity.

"There are always bigger fish," Belte murmured to himself, "I thought after absorbing the Sun Core Fragment, I would be among the elite of the Three Rings Wizards.

But now it seems I was just looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."

Even though Belte sounded disheartened, his face revealed an uncontrollable smile.

"The days to come seem like they will be quite exciting."

...

In the Fourth District, Orei, as cold as an ice person, looked at the changing leaderboard, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Belte lost?"

Since the Military Department recruited the top hundred in points, the overall leaderboard was visible to all Black Wizards to help them ascertain if they could be enlisted.

Orei was aware of Belte’s strength. He had once engaged in a foolish battle with her.

Although she won, Belte’s abilities had left a deep impression on her.

Over the years, Belte had absorbed a fragment of the Sun Core, and his combat prowess should have advanced by leaps and bounds.

Yet, he had not made it to the core circle before falling to another wizard.

Orei pondered, "This wizard named Richard... should be that Richard, right?"

She hadn’t been stuck in the laboratory all these years and had some understanding of the news in the Wizard World.

The Richard capable of defeating Belte could only be Chairman Richard.

"It seems Magic Essence is indeed useful," Orei sighed softly, "A recently promoted Three Rings managed to take down Belte. Gano, that fool, really missed his chance, asking for such a valuable thing for a small mine vein.

Now to think of befriending him, I’m afraid I might not even get to see him."

With that, she sighed again and casually tossed an Ice Crystal to the ground.

The next moment, the Ice Crystal quickly grew into a carriage with a coachman.

She entered the carriage, and at once the Ice Crystal coachman cracked the whip, heading towards the new site marked by the Military Department on the map.

...

Three days quickly passed, and those wizards who hadn’t reached the designated area within the specified time were all transported to the palace complex by sprites.

And as the field narrowed, the wizards increasingly encountered each other.

Naturally, the battles became more frequent.

Bang!

In the dense forest, Richard waved the World Tree Staff with a cold expression, sending the stone wizard in front of him back to the palace.

Beside him, Stio brandished the Big Hammer Mace, controlling the Metal Storm, and was locked in a fierce battle with another wizard who had transformed himself into a swarm of bees.

To last till the end, Black Wizards began to form groups.

Richard, seeing Stio still fighting, waved his wand, and a series of Fireballs imbued with Radiant Light shot towards the bee swarm.

Boom!

The Fireballs exploded, the scattering Flames instantly decimating the bee swarm.

To cut his losses quickly, the bee swarm wizard had no choice but to give up his qualifications and allow the sprites to transport him back.

"Phew, the wizards coming up behind us are each harder to deal with than the next," Stio said, panting.

"What, thinking of quitting?" Richard held his Magic Essence, silently replenishing his Magic Power.

"Hardly," Stio laughed, "I at least need to make it to the final circle to be content."

"But I think you better head back sooner rather than later."

A voice suddenly came from behind the two.

Richard’s body jerked around, only to see an ordinary-looking old wizard in a black robe walking slowly towards him.