Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 277 - 028: With Second Tier
Chapter 277: 028: With Second Tier
“Huff! Huff!” Heavy breaths echoed across the high heavens.
Lynch stared warily at Berserker Leo ahead.
Second Tier!
Only by facing a monster at this level can one truly appreciate the sheer power of this tier.
His Spiritual Field was already immensely powerful, with thousands of units of spiritual energy resembling an unfathomable deep pond. Every enemy he’d encountered along his journey had been easily crushed.
Yet, the Spiritual Field of the Leo before him was more akin to a vast lake. Though he merely stood there, motionless, he seemed as impenetrable and insurmountable as a towering mountain range.
Leo stood still, not even sparing a glance at the battlefield below, as if the war here and the slaughtered Purebloods had nothing to do with him.
Fixing his gaze on Lynch, Leo slowly began to speak: “Where did your Wizard Inheritance come from?”
“Furthermore,”
“How did you ascend to the Second Tier in such a short time?”
Leo added, “Answer me honestly.”
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an inherent authority. It seemed to penetrate one’s soul, inspiring instinctual obedience.
Lynch quickly gathered his focus. He knew this was the effect of Leo’s Spiritual Field acting directly upon his soul—a unique ability of the Second Tier.
If he were still in the Wizard rank, Lynch would surely be unable to resist. But as a fellow Second Tier ascended with 100% Soul Purity, his resilience in terms of Soul Power far exceeded that of ordinary Second Tier beings.
Thus, though he briefly felt fear, he quickly shook it off.
“Hm?”
Leo raised a brow, evidently surprised: “Judging by your appearance, you should’ve just recently reached the Second Tier. You likely haven’t even unlocked a single Mystical Circuit, correct?”
“To think you could resist my Spiritual Field…”
Leo squinted slightly. “Looks like you have quite a few secrets hidden away.”
Lynch said nothing and instead turned his gaze toward the space behind Leo.
There, bound to the Punishment Stone Pillar, was Graham, a mere hundred meters away.
This short distance could be crossed in an instant with Lynch’s current speed, and yet he remained unable to reach him.
The reason? A towering mountain lay in his path.
Noting Lynch’s gaze, Leo chuckled. “Ha! What’s this? Still thinking of saving him?”
“Give up,”
He said indifferently. “Your courage is commendable, but courage won’t solve the problem. Since I’m standing here today, your journey stops here.”
There was no arrogance nor boastful tone—just a plain statement of fact. Lynch knew Leo spoke the truth.
Leo had ascended to the Second Tier over a millennium ago, mastering Mystical Power to a degree that was akin to perfection. Compared to someone like Lynch, who had just stepped into the Second Tier, the gap between them was greater than that between a Low-level Apprentice and a High-level Apprentice.
To confront such an opponent head-on, Lynch had no chance of victory.
Yet, he showed no hesitation whatsoever. He merely raised the Fearless Great Sword in his hand and gripped it tightly.
He declared, “I want to try.”
The sky fell into an abrupt silence. Leo’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Alright then, I’ll give you this chance,”
He said casually. “After all, the soul of a Second Tier being doesn’t dissipate so easily. Once I bring your corpse back to Saros, there’ll be plenty of ways to pry the answers I want from your mouth.”
As he spoke, Leo crossed his arms and twisted his neck, producing two sharp ’crack’ sounds.
With those crisp sounds, an enormous Magic Array appeared at Leo’s feet—identical to the one that had appeared beneath Lynch earlier. However, the runes and engravings on this array were a hundred times more intricate, its Magic Circuits numbering eleven!
This was the Mystical Circuit system.
The cultivation path of the Mystical Realm. The realm comprised a total of thirteen Mystical Circuits, and Leo had already unlocked eleven—a true Late Stage presence within the Secret Technique hierarchy.
Each Mystical Circuit represented a unique Mystical Magic Power. What sort of power could eleven Mystical Circuits generate?
Lynch felt it keenly at this moment.
Just the appearance of this Gate of Truth engulfed Lynch in surging elemental waves. It was as if he had entered an unfathomable ocean, surrounded by relentless, towering waves.
Leo remarked, “Let’s make this simple. I’ll strike three times. If you lose, you answer my questions.”
Though even a corpse could give him answers via Saros’ methods, Saros was notoriously expensive and unpleasant to deal with.
As for three strikes…
Eleven Mystical Circuits against none—whether it was one strike or three, the outcome wouldn’t differ.
Lynch replied, “Agreed.”
There was no other choice.
A brilliant Mystical Magic Array once again appeared beneath Lynch’s feet, as one mysterious rune after another emerged from the Gate of Truth. These runes circled around him, arranging themselves into distinct patterns before forming a distorted clock’s shadow behind him.
“Tick-tock! Tick-tock!”
The sound of the clock echoed, and its hands began moving faster.
“Time Rule?”
Leo uttered in disbelief. The peculiar Time Magic was an obscure niche within the sprawling Magic World, practiced by only a few Wizards. To his knowledge, there was only one Wizard in the Tower studying such magic—an outsider Wizard who rarely appeared in public. That Wizard, coincidentally, shared the same fifth-level talent as Erodion.
Come to think of it, Codinos had once mentioned during a casual chat that this Wizard had mysteriously vanished not long ago, causing quite a stir. Before disappearing, he was reportedly training an apprentice. Could that apprentice now be this young man before him?
Leo contemplated.
Meanwhile, Lynch made his move.
His figure vanished abruptly, reappearing less than fifty meters away from the Pillar, like he had used spatial teleportation.
Leo recognized that it wasn’t teleportation. The elemental traces within the space confirmed he hadn’t crossed through space but had charged across it at a speed so fast it seemed as though he had warped time and space.
“Some kind of acceleration spell… no… it’s not mere physical acceleration. His actions and even his cells are speeding up; it seems like time itself is accelerating,”
Leo analyzed thoughtfully while raising his hand to intercept.
It seemed like a casual gesture, but the space suddenly erupted with countless intertwining bolts of thunder, forming a massive serpentine beast that bared its bloody fangs and lunged toward Lynch.
Leo followed the Bloodline Refinement branch of the Three Major Sects, having merged the Void Thunder Beast’s bloodline into his own—along with its mastery over lightning and thunder.
The roaring electric beast was moments away from devouring Lynch when suddenly, a massive clock-like shadow appeared behind the thunder. The intervals between its ticking grew wider, and the speed of its hands slowed markedly.
As a result, the thunderous beast seemed to enter a slow-motion state, its speed drastically reduced.
“He can slow time as well?”
“What a…”
“Fascinating Wizard Inheritance!”
Leo’s curiosity over the hidden secrets of this young Muggle intensified.
Meanwhile, Lynch had successfully widened the distance between himself and the electric serpent, closing in on Graham’s Pillar within ten meters.
But it would go no further.
Leo’s second strike was already underway.
He raised his right hand high.
As he did, ’crackling’ sounds rang out, lightning flashing and sparking across the sky. A colossal thunderous hand, with a diameter of a hundred meters, formed above Lynch, emanating devastation and destruction.
Leo pressed his raised hand downward.
“Boom!”
The thunderous hand slammed down!
It seemed Lynch would be obliterated under this brutal lightning palm. But in the very next moment, an eerie phenomenon occurred.
One after another, distorted clocks materialized in the skies above, each with its hands frozen in place.
On the chaotic battlefield below, everything stilled.
The Skeleton Knights frozen mid-swing, the White Bone Arrows of Skeleton Archers hovering in midair.
Clouds ceased to drift, and the gusting wind came to an eerie halt.
Centered around Lynch, an area spanning a thousand meters became an isolated force field in which all things froze.
And just before Time Suspension took full effect, Lynch shifted his gaze from Graham to Leo.
Just a glance.
Leo’s previously unperturbed expression twisted sharply in that instant.
Yes,
His seemingly reckless charge to rescue Graham had merely been a diversion. From start to finish, Lynch’s true target was always Leo.
Charging in blindly would lead to certain death; only by cleaving through the mountain could there be a sliver of hope!
The heavens darkened, and time came to a stop.
At the Mystical Realm, combat hinged on raw power. For a strong entity like Leo, Lynch’s Time Suspension spell could only immobilize him for a fleeting moment.
But for Lynch, a fleeting moment was more than enough.
“Ah!”
A blood-curdling scream ripped through the sky, shattering the brief silence, as time resumed its forward march.
No one knew what had happened.
All they saw was Leo—once seemingly invincible—crashing to the ground like a falling meteor.
His face was bloodied, a deep fissure splitting his forehead!
The highest power presiding over this land…
had been struck down!
None could comprehend what had transpired. Nor did Lynch pause for even a moment.
Almost simultaneously with his strike against Leo, Lynch materialized beside Graham, severed his chains, and rescued him in one swift motion.
At the same time, a Magic Scroll unfurled in the air, its intricate Mysterious Runes enveloping the pair entirely.
Illuminated by a sudden burst of Magic, the space contorted and abruptly contracted inward.
In the next instant, both figures vanished entirely.
