Parachelsus is a venerable alchemist, and there are few in the world who dare challenge him, and even fewer who would use this kind of "physical combat" to challenge a titled alchemist. Parachelsus himself despises alchemist combat, considering it a barbaric act, and that alchemists are an intellectual profession that should not even have such a mode of competition. In the three years of teaching Ge Zheng alchemical knowledge, he never even mentioned such a thing. Ge Zheng only knew about it because the library contained some classic combat examples.
Therefore, facing the hooded figure is not only Ge Zheng's first "physical combat," but also his first encounter with it. Ge Zheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous. One hand was raised toward the void, while the other was clenched into a fist, with sweat soaking his palm!
Whoosh! Ge Zheng's hand quickly flickered through the air, vibrating several times at a frequency difficult to discern with the naked eye. In just a few flicks, a series of Black Mountain magical characters had already been sketched out.
Almost all magical language systems have their origins from an extremely complex magical symbol. If explained in today’s language, the meanings contained within these symbols could likely fill an entire series of books. Their sub-series magical language is a split-up of these symbols into a string of magical symbols. The resulting lower-level magical language then splits these symbol strings into individual magical characters, or words. The lowest-level magical language is relatively mature, possessing standard grammar and a complete dictionary of magical language that every mage can learn.
The Snake Island magical language branch was derived by twelve mages after years of intensive study, from the Black Mountain magical characters. Black Mountain magical characters are a type of magical characters with limited symbols and no standard grammar or complete dictionary, strictly speaking, these can't be called a language at all.
As Ge Zheng's fingertips danced, a light blue mist wafted from the air. The blue mist danced seemingly randomly for a while, but coherently condensed into a series of ice-blue characters.
Compared to the complex fire-letter characters of the hooded figure, this ice-blue character looked somewhat insubstantial. However, after a single glance, Ilmeda found that she could not see through this string of characters. She couldn't help but look at it again, and was astonished to find it more and more incomprehensible, and the more incomprehensible it became, the more she wanted to understand it. Soon after, Ilmeda found herself entrapped; the wondrous magical characters flew out from her eyes into her mind at lightning speed, stuffing her brain at once. A dizzy spell took over, followed by a smothering sensation in her chest, making her want to retch!
Finally, the city lord, Stakka, noticed that his daughter was not feeling right. He lightly patted her back, "Ida, what's wrong with you..." As he touched Ilmeda, she leaned forward and vomited "wow."
Ge Zheng was already aware of Ilmeda's abnormal state, but he was fully engaged in dealing with the formidable enemy before him and had no time to remind Ilmeda.
As Ilmeda vomited onto Ge Zheng's back, the hooded figure suddenly stirred up a tidal wave of heat. The giant sword disintegrated with a "whoosh," and all the flame letters rushed towards Ge Zheng like a torrential data stream, resembling a flash flood or burst. The flames tossed and turned, a hurricane billowed around them, and the scattered remains of the captain on the ground rolled ceaselessly.
Ge Zheng narrowed his eyes, the strong wind mixed with heat and sand swept across his face, igniting few hair strands as it passed him. Finally, here it comes... within the scorching heat of the flames, a fiery red fireball surged, forming a giant sword just half a meter in front of Ge Zheng. The giant sword pressed against his brow, with no way to avoid or evade it.
Ge Zheng did not retreat or evade. Suddenly, a flicker at his fingertip caused the blue ice characters to jump, landing within the giant sword.
"Chi!" A white mist emerged as the ice-blue characters, seemingly easy to be annihilated by the flames, not only failed to dissipate but began to grow rapidly within the giant sword, devouring each fire-letter one by one, causing the ice-blue characters themselves to expand rapidly.
With just one character, the entire giant sword was thrown into chaos. Under high-speed rotation, all the fire-letter characters were drawn into a vortex centered around the ice-blue characters, and all the fire-letter characters were captured within the ice-blue characters!
Having consumed all the fire-letter characters, the ice-blue characters had grown to the size of a fist, and with a howl, carried a blast of cold air toward the hooded figure. After all, this is Ge Zheng's first time engaging in physical combat, and with a slight miscalculation, the enormous ice-blue characters were already plastered on the body of the hooded figure. Before the hooded figure could even emit a scream, he was frozen into a block of ice. As the heavy frost set in, the hooded figure was completely frozen. With a "crack," a lightning-like crack appeared, followed by the body shattering into countless pieces...
The sign of the bar is a large knife, about the height of a person and the width of the door panel. It is said that the owner was once an adventurer in his youth, and was once very famous, nicknamed "Giant Sword Demon". Later, he opened a bar in the Delson Royal City with the money he had saved from his adventures. The name of the bar was called Giant Sword Demon Bar. Later, the owner felt that the word "demon" was not pleasant, so he changed it to "Giant Swordman Bar". The location of the bar is good, near the Dongsheng Academy, one of the five major academies on the mainland. Students are young and wild, and they like the arrogant name "Giant Swordman". Furthermore, the bar has low consumption, and the dark elf waitresses are curvaceous and hot-tempered, which makes the bar do good business. At this time, as it is the mid-morning, while other bars are deserted, the Giant Swordman Bar already has a fifty percent occupancy rate.
The dark elf waitress also has wind magic in hand, floating around the bar with a cup, her short skirt dancing like a group of restless butterflies. Occasionally, she would reveal her pale pink underwear, which would attract the attention of the rough adventurers.
In the corner, there are several people, the leader has a balanced figure, and his muscle-to-body ratio is just right, reaching a golden ratio. His face is hidden in the darkness, and only a pair of calloused hands can be seen. Within reach, there is a rectangular leather bag, with a slightly curved handle protruding from it. The other two people are a slender elven archer and a taciturn human wizard.
Where there are people, there are disputes, and where there are adventurers, the conflict rate soars.
The attractive man in the shadows caught the attention of the dark elf waitress, who flew over like a black butterfly. Inadvertently, she left a note with her address written on it.
This small move may not attract attention, but how could those adventurers who were ogling the dark elf waitress not see it? Three tables away, a lion man roared angrily, picked up a chair and smashed it over, roaring, "Let me see what you've got to satisfy this little girl!"
Clang!
A bright flash of the sword, it seemed like a poisonous snake suddenly spat out its venom in the dark shadows.
"Crash…" The sturdy wooden chair turned into a pile of rotten wood. The attractive man and his companion acted as if nothing had happened, calmly drinking their own drinks.
No matter what the situation, the provocateur may be impulsive, but definitely not weak. The lion man laughed heartily and picked up the wolf-toothed club by his chair, and his companions, seven or eight people, also stood up.
The lion man's eyes flashed, staring at the exposed handle of the leather bag: "Good knife!" The other person did not respond, as if he were walking on the street and a lady's dog barked.
Ignoresd, the lion man's eyes showed a hint of anger, suppressing his anger and asking, "How much? I'll buy it." "Not for sale!" The other person finally responded; the attractive man picked up his cup and took a sip from it while remaining under the shadow. The lion man suddenly found that the man, who had been pretending to be cool, was actually drinking juice that only women drank in the bar! "Hahaha..." the lion man laughed, pointing at the attractive man, mocking the dark elf waitress: "This is the man you're into? He doesn't drink alcohol, but drinks the stuff that only girls drink, hahaha..."
"Swish!" The flash of the sword reappeared! The provocateur was not weak, and the lion man staggered backward when the massive club blocked the flash of the sword. The flash wound around the wolf-toothed club, taking a few steel nails and a few sparks with it.
The lion man looked down and saw that his weapon had left a deep spiral mark. "Good knife!" The lion man praised again: "Fake woman, sell me your knife, and I'll let you off today!" His companions were no weaklings, all of them showed their authentication badges, all of them were warriors guild certified warriors of level five or above, the lion man himself was an eighth-level warlord!
"Who said I'm a fake woman!" a clear voice came from the shadows; a face with exquisite features also emerged from the darkness. It was actually a woman! However, she was tall, strong, and well-proportioned. She wasn't ugly, and could even be described as having delicate features. It was just that she was too tall; she stood alongside the strong lion man and still didn't look any less! Her two companions held back their laughter, looking somewhat amused.
"You're a warrior, right? Do you want this weapon?" hehe, alright then, I'll show you the true power of this weapon!" The tall female warrior sneered.
For a group of high-level warriors, what was most terrifying? A high-level mage was not terrifying, because a high-level mage without the protection of warriors would not have the safe space to cast spells. High-level warriors were not fearsome either, as they were just a group of people, and two fists are hard to match with four hands. For a group of high-level warriors, the most terrifying thing was a high-level warrior wielding a magical weapon that could cast spells instantly!
The female warrior's technique with the sword was strange, she held the blade backwards. With a twist of her body, she gently pulled, and a brilliant flash of the sword shot out from the bag. The sword light was like water, silver moonlight everywhere! Amidst the cold light, an ice blue vortex rushed into the sky, howling fiercely, and frost billowed.
"Slap!" The juice in the cup instantly froze into ice, the ice expanded, and the glass shattered. The lion man shivered from the cold, his limbs numb, "Five-level magic, Ice Dragon Wind..." It sounded somewhat miserable.
"Dang!" The sword light in the female warrior's hand shot toward the lion man's forehead, but at the last moment, the lion man's club saved him. The strength was as heavy as Mount Tai, leaving the lion man with a tingling sensation in his fingers and forcing him to stagger back. If he hadn't been hit with a chilling freezing spell, he would not have fared so poorly.
The lion man's companions saw the situation taking a turn for the worse and rushed to his aid.
"Clang clang clang..." The warrior's saber kept spinning in the female warrior's hand, emitting a long string of pleasant jingles. Ice flowers flew out of the high-speed spinning saber, and when they landed on the ground, they burst with a "pop," filling the bar with a chill.
Seeing that things were turning bad, the guests fled, and a few bold ones remained on the side to watch. The dark elf waiters had cowered behind the bar, trembling, not knowing whether they were scared or cold.
Below the bar, the famous adventurer and current bar owner, Giant Sword Demon, turned over his fat body in his sleep. The chill shook him, but he still muttered, "Oh well, I don't have to hire an ice mage to make ice blocks..." He turned over again, snoring as before.
The cold greatly affected the movements of the orcs. The female warrior fired off a barrage of high-level third-ranked Ice Breaker magic, and the orcs could barely bring out sixty percent of their combat skills in such an environment. The female warrior was not weak in herself and had boundless strength and agile movements. She was not affected by the magic, charging into the cold wind. She changed her grip on the sword from a backhanded to a regular grip, making several fierce chops to the unguarded fronts of the remaining orcs, flinging them away and then turning to make a backhanded stroke, skillfully ending them.
The orcs were feeling hopeless, thinking they were done for this time. However, much to their surprise, they felt no pain from the slashes and could see that the female warrior was smiling and patting her sword back.
The woman and her companions understood that she had shown mercy. Switching to a forehand grip, the sword was as dangerous as ever. While orcs were reckless, they were also straightforward; as the opponent had shown mercy, they could not bear to remain and left, helping each other up in embarrassment.
Only the lion man was somewhat dissatisfied and called out before leaving, "If not for your magic weapon, there's no way I'd ever have lost to you!"
The female warrior scorned, "Ignorant orc, this is simply a magical weapon, with only one magical attribute. How could it possibly be a spiritual weapon?"
"Excuse me..." A bystander, a young man, spoke up. "While you only used a series of magic spells just now, the power and speed of the spells you released have reached the upper-mid-tier of spiritual weapons. What's more, you cast thirteen spells, including a fifth-level spell, without changing magic crystals. This type of magic weapon, which saves magical power, really is just a magical weapon?"
The female warrior looked at him: "You're a student from Dongsheng Academy, right? You have a good attitude. I'll tell you. It is indeed a magical weapon, but this magical weapon is more powerful than an ordinary spiritual weapon."
The shy young man waved to the counter: "Can you clean up, we want to continue drinking..."
Once the bar was in order, the young man placed the juice cup on the table and crouched down, "I toast the three of you!"
"Actually, I wanted to ask... if I could buy this weapon from you," the young man spoke timidly. The female warrior became furious, "So you have your eyes on my weapon too!"
The young man quickly explained: "No, no, the thing is, I'm a student from Dongsheng Academy. The Academy is going to hold its triennial student exchange competition, and the champion will receive a precious prize. This time, the prize is a god-level healing scroll from the Temple of Light."
The female warrior raised her sword offensively: "What do you need a healing scroll for?" The young man sighed, "I just received news that a terrible plague has broken out in my territory. The priests tried everything and couldn't cure my subjects. I think only the god-level healing scroll gives me hope of restoring health to my people."
"In order to test everyone's abilities, the rules forbid using weapons above magical ones in the Academy's exchange competition. And my strength is not enough to win the championship. So, when I saw your powerful magical weapon, I thought of you and begged you to sell it to me."
The female warrior fell silent for a moment, as if pondering. The young man looked at her expectantly, and the female warrior spoke, "I can lend it to you..." "No, no," the young man interrupted. "The weapon has to be my own. If it's found out that I have borrowed it, I'll be penalized by the Academy for violating the rules."
The female warrior was also in a dilemma. She thought for a moment and asked, "How long until your Academy's exchange competition begins?" "Ten days," replied the young man. "I can take you to buy a similar weapon, but the time is tight, and you'll have to pay a lot for flying dragons to take us back and forth," said the female warrior.
The young man was overjoyed: "No problem, I'm willing to spend whatever it takes if it can save my subjects!"
Hiring a flying dragon is quite expensive. Norodon borrowed a usurious loan from the underworld to pay for the cost.
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The dragon landed in the city, making it the first time in the history of Wangshan City. Although this aging dragon was not very powerful due to its old age, its presence caused the city's defense forces to panic for the second time after the opening ceremony of the Ge's Guild. Due to the previous experience, the situation was a bit better this time, at least soldiers didn't come out naked. Many citizens of Wangshan City suspected that the improved situation was not due to the well-trained defense forces, but because the dragon arrived in the afternoon.
To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Norodon hung his own family crest on the dragon's neck. When the city lord, Staka, saw the noble emblem representing the aristocracy, he was startled. He, being a rural person, did not know that one could hire and use a dragon. He thought that the arrival of a powerful noble family with a dragon was a great honor and must be treated well.
Eagerly, Staka greeted Norodon and his daughter Illmeda at the square in the city center and at the main entrance of the city lord's mansion. The enormous dragon, with a wingspan of twenty meters, glided slowly. As it neared the ground, its wings suddenly struck downward, relying on a powerful upward airflow to slow its descent. The strong wind made it impossible for the people on the square to open their eyes. Witnessing the power of the huge dragon, Staka was deeply surprised, while his daughter, Illmeda, was filled with admiration for the dragon's power. She thought that if Wangshan City had an air force of giant dragons, it would certainly be able to dominate the southern continent.
As the twenty-meter-long dragon could only carry two people on a long flight, two of the warrior Dinora's companions remained at the Delson Royal City.
With a loud "thud," the dragon landed, instantly creating two deep pits in the ground where its feet touched. The impact of the dragon's feet, like iron pillars, turned the ground into rubble.
As an escort, Dinora was the first to jump off the dragon. As for the nobleman Norodon, after a whole day of flying on the dragon's back, he no longer looked dignified. His hair was blown into a wind-blown crest, and his clothes were disheveled, easily leading to impure thoughts.
Staka, the city lord, no longer judged them by their appearance, as they were a noble family with a dragon! He welcomed them with a respectful smile, opened his arms, and the two exchanged greetings according to the interests of the nobility. The scene was extremely ridiculous. Not to mention Norodon's demeanor, he was just a minor noble. Although he had been mingling in the Delson Royal City for over a year, he still did not understand many of the upper-class nobility's etiquette, and Staka was no different. They were like two clumsy fighters, cautiously testing each other, each one stepping back, almost equally uneasy as they completed the noble greeting. Concerned about showing his true colors, Staka quickly passed the task of entertaining the noble friend to his daughter and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he slipped away.
In fact, without Illmeda's reception, the warrior Dinora would have easily found the alchemy shop of Ge.