Synthetic Wizard

"Is there something you need?"

Sunan said calmly.

The person in front was evidently Gelushi, the challenger wizard from Pale Mask.

"I’ve heard of you, the master of the Star Alliance."

Gelushi’s eyes beneath his mask fixedly stared at Sunan, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

"I thought only a Level 3 Crystallization Wizard could kill Youxi; I didn’t expect you were just Level 3 Gasification."

"Once you break through to Level 3 Crystallization, you might be another genius at the Wizard Level."

"But as of now, challenging Makaro is purely overestimating yourself."

Sunan was unmoved, his expression calm, and said, "Are all the people of Pale Mask so fond of meddling in others’ affairs?"

"Just kindly reminding you; that’s all," Gelushi shrugged.

Tanner and Blaise both rolled their eyes simultaneously.

If Pale Mask people were truly kind, then one would have seen a ghost.

"Pale Mask and Dark Throne have relatively close relations, perhaps this guy knows Youxi."

Tanner’s voice reached Sunan’s ear.

The latter used the Communication Skill, only the two of them could hear the voice.

Sunan’s gaze shifted, and he said to Gelushi lightly, "If you win against Makaro, naturally I won’t have the chance to challenge."

Gelushi froze in his speech, snorted coldly, said no more, and turned to press his hand on the stone tablet, quickly entering the dueling space.

Seeing this, Lize smiled slightly, "Looks like he isn’t very confident."

"Although I hate to admit it, it’s Makaro after all; no Level 3 Wizard dares to guarantee a win against him."

As he said this, Blaise glanced at Sunan without any apparent trace.

In his view, Sunan would probably find it difficult to win this challenge too.

Without enough strength, would Makaro dare to take out the Supreme Golem blueprints for a challenge?

Unexpectedly, after less than a quarter of an hour, Gelushi returned from the dueling space with a darkened face.

The text on the stone tablet remained unchanged, clearly, he hadn’t won the duel.

Blaise laughed heartily, "Why come out so quickly? Seems like you’re the real one overestimating yourself."

Gelushi’s face became increasingly grim, he snorted coldly, ignored Blaise yet did not leave; instead, he stood to the side, evidently intending to watch Sunan’s upcoming challenge result.

Sunan was unconcerned, directly approaching the stone tablet.

Perhaps defeating Gelushi was too easy, the challenger did not rest, directly starting the next match.

"Be careful," Lize whispered.

Sunan smiled and nodded, paid the five hundred top-grade magic stones, then reached out to press on the stone tablet, in the next second, accompanied by a flash of light, he disappeared on the spot.

Watching this scene, Gelushi secretly snorted coldly.

After personally battling Makaro, he truly understood Makaro’s fearfulness.

Both being Level 3 Crystallization Wizards, yet the other was on a completely different level compared to ordinary Level 3 Crystallization Wizards; throughout the battle, he was utterly crushed, left only to desperately hold on.

He didn’t believe a Level 3 Gasification Wizard could defeat Makaro.

...

After his vision blurred, Sunan found himself standing on a barren plain.

What he saw was all sand and jagged rocks; the desolate cold wind blew past, carrying strands of eerie cold howling.

"The air is thin, the temperature a bit low, there’s no complete ecosystem; well, after all, it’s just a dimensional space, not a half-plane."

After slightly sensing the surrounding environment, Sunan looked at the figure opposite.

A tall and slim figure, draped in a black robe, exuding a gloomy aura was squinting at him.

"Sunan Yanest... I remember now, you’re the rising master of the Star Alliance. I heard you even took down one of the Dark Throne’s Wizard Level candidates; not bad."

Makaro’s voice was somewhat raspy and carried an undisguised air of superiority.

"It’s a pity you’re only Level 3 Gasification; if you were Level 3 Crystallization, maybe you could really exert full strength against me. Now, well... your five hundred top-grade magic stones are wasted."

Sunan smiled lightly, "I don’t think that’s necessarily the case."

Makaro scoffed, "I’ve seen many opponents as confident as you, the challenger before you was full of confidence too, pity didn’t take long before he was in dire straits."

Sunan was indifferent, shrugged, "We’ll know after a fight."

Makaro chuckled but said no more, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.

Every time during a challenge duel, regardless of the opponent’s strength, he would maintain the mindset of killing the other and strike with all his might.

Also, because of this, even with many survival means among Level 3 Wizards, not a few had died at his hands.

Just as the two fell into silence, the mechanical voice of the Tower Spirit sounded in the void.

[The duel is about to begin, countdown 5, 4, 3... Duel start!]

The moment the words fell, a strand of pitch-black, deep fire suddenly emerged from Makaro’s forehead and quickly spread throughout his body.

In an instant, Makaro was engulfed in raging flames.

The fire, which should have been hot and fierce, emitted a chilling aura instead.

With the appearance of the black flame, the surrounding temperature not only didn’t rise but rapidly dropped, bone-chilling cold swept the area within a thousand meters.

Even from a distance, one could feel the numbing cold from the black flame.

At the same time, dense, strange black patterns also emerged from Makaro’s body, spreading across the ground from his feet, and radiating outward.