Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience-Chapter 138 - 013: Your Registered Letter

"Where is he?"

"Come on, who can see in this mess?"

Black mist and yellow dust intertwined, enveloping the entire arena, forming a haze of black and yellow.

Both Lynch and Adam’s figures had completely vanished within the haze, leaving neither able to see the other.

"Ta-da-da!"

"Ta-da-da!"

The sound of footsteps continued to echo, but compared to before, the rhythm was now noticeably more chaotic.

Lynch steadied his mind, carefully perceiving the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

"Gotcha!"

At that moment, Lynch finally pinpointed Adam’s location. Without hesitation, he swung the magic wand in his hand, sending several Wind Blades directly toward that direction.

"Ah!"

A cry of pain echoed from within the haze, faintly revealing a black shadow thrown into the air.

Seizing the moment, Lynch pressed his advantage and managed to catch up to Adam just before he slipped back into the yellow sand.

"Ha ha! Little mouse, I’ve got you now!"

Lynch let out a hearty laugh, pouncing forward like a lion that had spotted its prey.

"Hmph, been waiting for this!"

Realizing he could no longer evade, Adam immediately changed his strategy, snorted lightly, and took up a battle stance to counter Lynch.

Within moments, the distance between them narrowed to less than twenty meters, falling within Lynch’s casting range.

He promptly swung his magic wand multiple times, unleashing one Wind Blade after another with unerring precision.

Zero-Ring Low-level Magic [Wind Blade].

Having mastered this entry-level Wind Element spell to perfection, every swipe of Lynch’s magic wand carried elements of swordsmanship techniques. The Wind Blades he unleashed appeared to be imbued with the intent and Sword Qi of high-level swordsmanship.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Adam brandished his Cross Sword repeatedly, meeting Lynch’s Wind Blade-infused Sword Qi head-on during the initial exchange.

Adam’s swordsmanship style, known as [Gale Cross], belonged to the same tier as Direct Death Without Advance—a high-level swordsmanship technique with wild, overwhelming strikes. His approach to Lynch’s attacks was unflinchingly direct, relying on raw power to clash head-to-head.

One after another, the Wind Blades Lynch unleashed crumbled swiftly under Adam’s relentless sword swings. However, Lynch noticed something remarkable—the fragmented Wind Element didn’t dissipate back into nature. Instead, it surged rapidly toward Adam’s body, seemingly absorbed by him.

Though Adam managed to parry twelve Wind Blades, he was visibly struggling, pushed back step by step.

Luckily for Lynch, his spellcasting had reached its limit just as Adam seemed to falter. Wind Blade Skill had a cap; even with mastery, it could only be cast continuously twelve times before entering a rigid state.

The rigid state, inherent in all spells, occurs when a spell’s casting limit is reached within a short period, rendering its Magic Model in the Sea of Consciousness temporarily locked. Once this state occurs, the spell becomes unusable until sufficient time passes—a phenomenon akin to skill cooldowns in games.

"Heh heh, done already?"

Adam sneered, "Now, isn’t it my turn?"

He stood his ground firmly and swung his sword toward Lynch in a bold attack. With a sharp "swoosh," a crescent-shaped Sword Qi erupted from his blade.

Lynch instinctively raised his magic wand upright, summoning an invisible barrier before him. The incoming Sword Qi shattered upon contact with the barrier.

"Wind Blade?"

Watching the dissipating Wind Element clusters, Lynch was momentarily dumbfounded. This Sword Qi was unmistakably the same Wind Blade spell he had just cast, and...

The Wind Blade carried his Spiritual Field!

"I see!"

Lynch suddenly grasped the revelation. Shocked, he queried, "Your ability... can it devour my magic?"

Adam belonged to the Refining System, with almost no proficiency in Elemental Spells. Yet, he had earlier utilized Louis’s Dust Sand Mist and now performed Lynch’s Wind Blade—both peculiar anomalies.

Connecting these occurrences with the strange absorption phenomenon surrounding Adam and his Wind Blade’s Spiritual Field, Lynch’s conclusion was inevitable.

"Well? Are you scared now?" Adam chuckled smugly.

"Scared?"

Lynch sneered, "I’m afraid you won’t last long enough!"

Without another word, he accelerated, his silver Fighting Spirit flaring across his body as he charged directly at Adam.

Knight Skill [Charge].

If magic doesn’t work, let’s try brute force.

With Mid-level Knight agility points compounded by the explosive burst of [Charge], Lynch traversed a distance of over thirty meters in the blink of an eye, appearing before Adam in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

The intense sound of rushing wind echoed as Lynch thrust his magic wand toward Adam.

"So fast!"

Adam was taken aback, hastily bringing up his Cross Sword to block. In that instant, magic wand clashed with Cross Sword, transitioning their battle into close combat.

"Cling cling cling!"

A cacophony of crisp clashing sounds reverberated throughout the arena, with sparks flying incessantly.

Swordsmanship against swordsmanship, strength against strength.

Their fierce duel carried on for dozens of rounds, until suddenly, with a sharp "clang," Adam’s Cross Sword was sent flying, spinning twice in the air before embedding itself diagonally into the ground.

Despite Adam’s significant boost in three-dimensional attributes, nearly matching Mid-level Knight standards, he still fell slightly short against Lynch, an official Mid-level Knight.

"Has the match been decided?"

"Who won?"

"Adam... seems to have lost?"

As the haze from the arena dissipated alongside their depleted spiritual energy, the surrounding apprentices widened their eyes in disbelief at the unfolding outcome.

Earlier, some apprentices had doubted Lynch’s Shadow Sword identity, but now, none harbored any doubts.

"What a spectacular swordsmanship duel—it felt like a battle of honor between knights." Even Judge Reo couldn’t help but nod in admiration.

Beside him, Codinos commented, "Has your interest been piqued?"

Reo nodded and fixed his gaze on Lynch. "Indeed, as the rumors suggest. Multi-element refinement coupled with impressive physical prowess. It seems he hasn’t undergone any body modification, relying purely on the Ancient Body Forging Technique to elevate his physique. A truly astonishing young man."

Codinos added, "Calvin’s niece just requested a Netta access paper from Calvin and was intent on giving it to this apprentice specifically. Now that he’s entered the Tower, and you’re intrigued, why not offer to take him as your apprentice?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Reo burst into laughter. "Joking like that serves no purpose. Let’s leave his mentorship to someone more suited."

A Judge’s apprentice signifies the pinnacle of resources within this Witch Domain. Wizards families and Purebloods alike vie fiercely for these spots, but granting such privilege to a rootless Muggle on mere whim wouldn’t be sanctioned—not by him, nor by the rules governing this Witch Domain.

Meanwhile, in the arena.

"Ah, damn it!"

Adam collapsed onto the ground with a disgruntled exclamation: "I lost—actually lost!"

Retrieving his magic wand, Lynch walked over and pulled Adam up from the ground. "You fought well. Just a few hundred more years of training, and you might hold me to a draw. Keep it up."

Adam rolled his eyes, retorting indignantly, "Stop being so pompous. It was pure luck! Next time, I’ll crush you!"

Lynch chuckled. "I’ll be waiting."

After a pause, he added, "But first, you need to fulfill your promise."

The Abyss belonged to wizard-level knowledge, with scarce records in the Apprentice Library. Lynch remained entirely clueless about the anomaly within Adam’s body.

Adam replied, "I know, I know, I’ll tell you."

The tournament finally concluded, reaching a satisfying resolution.

After exchanging brief words of farewell with Wizard Bruce, Lynch intended to leave the arena and return to the spectators’ area.

However, at that moment, the sound of flapping wings startled the crowd.

"Flap flap!"

A Raven approached from the Tower’s direction, circling down toward the arena.

While Ravens weren’t uncommon in the Tower, every apprentice’s gaze became riveted on this particular one.

The reason? In its claws was a unique scroll covered in intricately embossed golden runes, sealed with a strikingly red sealing mud bearing a shadow emblem. Undoubtedly—

A Shadow Tower access document!

The apprentices in the audience instantly became envious, their breathing quickening with excitement.

"An access document! It’s a Tower access document! It’s really a Tower access document!"

"It’s true..."

"That was so fast. The match just ended."

"Who did the Tower select?"

Holding the access document meant entry into the Tower—a universally acknowledged gateway, and the highest aspiration of all apprentices.

Everyone fixed unblinking eyes upon the Raven.

The competing apprentices stood up, tense and holding their breath.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Raven gently descended in front of one particular apprentice.

Amid the incredulous gazes of the crowd, its sharp beak opened and, in a hoarse voice, it asked, "Apprentice Lynch Valen?"

Lynch nodded. "Yes."

The Raven indifferently stated, "You’ve got registered mail."

With that, it loosened its claws, dropping the envy-inducing scroll into Lynch’s hand.

And just like that, the crowd erupted once more.