Chapter 187 - 121: Sacrifice, Desperate Fight, and Secret Treasure

Chapter 187: Chapter 121: Sacrifice, Desperate Fight, and Secret Treasure

Chen Shang smiled bitterly to himself. Fighting with the Divine Sword was truly a last resort; having just condensed his four Magic Springs, he was not yet proficient with Three Elements Mutual Multiplication Sorcery and could easily blow himself up.

Only by relying on the Divine Sword’s magic conductivity could he achieve a stable amplification. Otherwise, given the chance to be a Mage, who would want to be a Berserker!

The Black Wizard didn’t press the attack. Instead, he pulled that patina-green Round Disc from his robes, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of lifeblood onto it. Four streams of colored light surged from the edges of the Round Disc—dark yellow, pale blue, cyan-white, and crimson—all forcing their way into his body.

Four Elements synchronization—a self-mutilating outburst of power.

His muscles expanded a full size, and dense four-colored patterns surfaced on his skin. His eyes turned a blazing white; his Spiritual Power was burning, and his Magic Power surged wildly.

"You’re lucky to be born in the Wizard World. You have High Towers and the Celestial Net, alongside a complete legacy. A mere Second Level Apprentice can actually hurt me!"

His voice carried the trembling resonance of the Four Elements, sounding as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"I have nothing. My legacy is pieced together, my knowledge was scavenged, and even this centipede was modified by me alone. Why is this fair? Just because you’ve read a few more books than me?"

Chen Shang didn’t say a word. He quickly judged that this attack couldn’t be taken head-on, so he sheathed the Divine Sword at his waist and brought his hands together. Samadhi True Flame and Single-Layered Water converged between his palms. He pressed all of his Spiritual Power into his second and third Magic Springs. The two spheres merged into one, dark gold intertwining with deep blue, with golden arcs of lightning dancing across its surface.

The Black Wizard condensed a four-colored sphere of light in his left hand and met the attack head-on. The two spheres collided. A burst of light exploded from the fissure between them, sending crushed stones flying. Shockwaves rebounded repeatedly, blasting both of them away.

Chen Shang crashed into the stone wall. The bones in his back let out a series of CRACKS, and another mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth.

The Black Wizard didn’t fall after landing, but his right hand hung limp, and the wound on his shoulder blade was oozing blood. The Round Disc was still in his left hand, and the four-colored streams of light were still surging, but his face had turned horribly pale. His Spiritual Power was running dry.

Chen Shang downed a Recovery Potion, then decisively scrambled up from the ground. Utilizing continuous Shrinking Earth, he circled the Black Wizard several times, slashing with the Divine Sword in quick succession.

The Black Wizard couldn’t keep up. He was fast enough, but Chen Shang’s Shrinking Earth came without any warning. Thus, every strike slashed from an unexpected angle: the left shoulder, the right knee, the lower back, and the wrist. The Black Wizard blocked three strikes but was hit by two. A deep cut, revealing bone, was sliced open on his left wrist, and the Round Disc nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Enough!" the Black Wizard roared, raising the Round Disc above his head. The four-colored streams of light no longer surged into his own body; instead, they all poured into the center of the Round Disc.

Chen Shang suddenly spoke up. This was his first time speaking: "You are very unlike a Wizard."

The Black Wizard froze. "What?"

"Have you ever seen a Wizard yell and scream before a battle, tearfully exposing their own weaknesses? If I were a Wizard specialized in the spiritual domain, I could immediately weave a nightmare based on your vulnerabilities."

"What do you mean?" The Black Wizard felt a surge of anger. Was the other party mocking his past?

"My companion is weaker than you, but did you see her sprouting nonsense during battle?" Seeing the Black Wizard hesitate, Chen Shang immediately continued.

His bodily functions were rapidly recovering under the potion’s effect. The opponent had no potions, so stalling for even a moment was to his advantage.

"A true Wizard only looks at results. Aren’t we supposed to compete based on effort? Why are we competing over who had it worse? Since you have so much to say about it, you might as well stop your Cultivation and go join a pity party."

In a way, Chen Shang had inherited a core trait of the Ancient Wizards: achieving goals by any means necessary. He stayed silent during battles because there was no need to talk. However, if words could shake an enemy—even if it only increased his win rate by 0.001 percent—he would immediately transform into a shrew ten times more long-winded than a Golden Crow, using the most despicable and precise language to attack his enemy’s weak points.

Chen Shang continued his performance: "Besides, by crying and complaining about the unfairness of Destiny here, you have already offended the ultimate entity of the Endless Star Sea—the Lady of Destiny.

"Do you still expect to have good luck in the future? No wonder your life is so miserable. I’m afraid your next life will be just as tragic."

This was a fatal blow. The Black Wizard was half-skeptical. "Impossible. How could such an entity exist?"

"The existence of the Lady of Destiny is core knowledge in the Wizard World. A country bumpkin like you naturally wouldn’t know," Chen Shang sneered disdainfully.

Of course, he was lying.

The Wizard World universally acknowledged that Destiny indeed existed, but there was never any such thing as the Lady of Destiny. Destiny was an existence absolutely devoid of any autonomous consciousness, as no autonomous consciousness could withstand that kind of power.

Many Great Wizards had attempted to control Destiny in the past, but they either went mad or broke down entirely. Later, a group of people exhausted their efforts to refine a small segment of the Line of Destiny. This segment of the Line of Destiny was classified by the Wizard World as an absolutely forbidden Concept Level Weapon, and no one knew what hidden dangers lay within it.

But the Black Wizard didn’t know these secrets, and he fell for it! He even began to feel a sliver of remorse for his past reckless words.

"Could it be that my unfortunate life is because I offended the Lady of Destiny in my past life...?" he wondered.

Seeing this opening, Chen Shang immediately used Shrinking Earth, vanishing from sight. The next moment, the blade of the Divine Sword sliced into the Black Wizard’s left wrist. The bone snapped, and his hand fell to the ground along with the Round Disc.

"You despicable bastard! Did you think I’d fall for a sneak attack? I’ve been waiting for you!"

The Black Wizard let out a tragic shriek. All of his remaining Spiritual Power smashed into Chen Shang’s Sea of Consciousness like an invisible hammer.

Chen Shang’s body stiffened. Within his Sea of Consciousness, his Crystal Core vibrated violently, and a gap was torn open in his Spiritual Force Field.

Viscous black Spiritual Power surged in through the rift like sewage pouring into a clear pool, rampaging wildly within Chen Shang’s Sea of Consciousness. The Black Wizard intended to destroy his Sea of Consciousness and turn him into a mindless fool.

Fine cracks began to appear on Chen Shang’s Crystal Core, and his Spiritual Force Field was crumbling. His body started to tremble, blood flowed faster from his nose, and blood even seeped from his ears.

"Heh heh, you’re out of chances! The barrier... is already broken."

The Black Wizard froze in stunned silence.

"The Tower Guardian... will be here momentarily."