Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 683: Chapter 297: The Contest Begins

The day of the competition arrived quickly, and the Wizard Alliance Island was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Mages from the Storm Sea and representatives of the Exotic Race Alliance gathered together, with the confrontation between them brimming with gunpowder scent.

On the side of the Storm Sea, it was a team composed of powerful and mysterious wizards.

They wore magnificent and powerful cloaks, vividly colored, resonating with the elements they controlled.

On the contrary, the Exotic Race Alliance would not show any weakness either.

David led the witches and representatives of the alien race here, attracting the attention of the natives.

In the past, although alien races were occasionally seen, they mostly existed as slaves; very few could walk openly on the island.

The air on the island seemed to also tighten due to the impending competition between the two sides.

The pre-competition atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, filled with an oppressive feeling in the air of the island, occasionally accompanied by murmured discussions.

This atmosphere was unprecedented on the Wizard Alliance Island, with the mages from the Storm Sea and representatives from the Exotic Race Alliance confronting each other as if about to trigger a storm.

“Have you heard? This trial is more than just a contest of strength,” a wizard whispered to a companion beside him.

“I heard that there are many Dragon Descendant Mages in the Exotic Race Alliance. Their power is extraordinary. Could they be the greatest threat in our competition?”

“Isn’t it?” responded another witch nearby, her expression grave.

“I’ve seen some battles involving the Dragon Descendant Mages from afar. They excel in ancient and mysterious magic; we must not take them lightly.”

Meanwhile, whispers were also rising from the Exotic Race camp.

“Those from the Storm Sea should not be underestimated,” said a werewolf representative. “Their talent in elemental magic is unimaginable. We need to give our all.”

“Indeed, we cannot let them look down on us,” softly spoke the elf representative.

Her eyes, twinkling like stars, revealed solemnity, “This competition is not only about strength but also our opportunity to fight for respect and status.”

The crowd gradually gathered, with some natives eyeing these rarely seen aliens on the island with suspicion and hostility.

Previously, almost no aliens could stand openly in such a setting here.

Most were enslaved in dark corners, but now they could stand here and participate in the competition, which in itself was a kind of subversion.

“Look, those elves truly look beautiful,” a young native whispered, clearly curious and awed by the elves.

An older person frowned, “Don’t be blinded by their surface glamour; you know those with ulterior motives are always good at disguises.”

As time went by, the discussions within the crowd grew more intense, the various voices mingling into a cacophony.

Under such circumstances, everyone understood that what was about to unfold was not just a simple magical showdown but a major test of dignity and power.

Everyone awaited the upcoming confrontation with anticipation.

Finally, when the representative Five-Ring Mage from the Endless Sea stepped forward to announce the start of the competition, at that moment, whether from the Storm Sea or the Exotic Race Alliance, the atmosphere became even more grave.

The mood between both parties grew increasingly tense, with provocative voices beginning to echo across the field.

“You aliens dare to challenge us here,” a tall Storm Sea Mage shouted.

His voice was thunderously loud, “You are but enslaved creatures—today, we will let you witness real power!”

“Real power?” a slender and beautiful elf sneered.

“Do you think sheer powerful magic alone can make you overlook everyone else? Each one in our Exotic Race Alliance has gone through countless challenges; we are no longer oppressed slaves.”

“Hmph, your so-called ’challenges’ are merely to strive for a pitiful and laughable unequal status,” the Storm Sea Mage responded disdainfully, “Today, we shall show everyone who truly wields elemental magic.”

On the other side, a werewolf representative whispered to his companion, “These smug individuals are utterly naive.”

“They fail to realize, relying solely on power cannot earn respect. Today is not only a contest of power but also a test of wisdom and courage.”

The elf’s eyes were like torches, directed at the proud and hostile Storm Sea Mages.

She smiled slightly, “Respect is not earned by oppression; we will prove with our strength that anything can change.”

The onlookers began whispering to each other, filled with anticipation and tension for what was about to unfold.

Among the natives, some began to stand up to support their camp, while others watched on in hesitation.

“See, those alien races simply cannot understand our world,” challenged a young native, pointing at the elf representative, “She’s just putting on an act of false elegance!”

“False? Or elegant?” the elf representative stared back at him, her eyes flashing with a message of determination and confidence.

“Elegance is not a weakness but a strength. We prove ourselves in our own way, perhaps stronger than you imagine.”

The words from both sides collided like sparks, each response accompanied by anger and reluctance. The air was filled with tension, like an impending storm.