Chapter 1345 Blossom of Frost and Chapter of the Moon <TOC> Chapter 1347 Phantasmal Limb Spell
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Angel paused momentarily, initially failing to grasp the intention behind Sanders’ words.
However, when Sanders launched an unreserved attack on him, Angel’s realization dawned, what was Sanders planning… Was this some sort of test to gauge his training progress? It felt more like a blatant provocation to force him into action!
Once he retaliated, it would be challenging for Angel to mask his spells.
“How ruthless!” Angel silently lamented in his heart. Yet, confronted by Sanders’ assault, he had no choice but to respond, inwardly cautioning himself not to fall into Sanders’ trap.
He might think as such, but acting on it was easier said than done.
Sanders’ offensive wasn’t an ordinary one. It was tailored specifically for Angel, relentless and overwhelming, blocking all of Angel’s maneuvers.
Sanders paid little heed to Angel’s physical power because, with the use of the illusion transformation, Angel couldn’t pinpoint his adversary’s location.
Angel felt like a sitting duck, forced into a passive stance.
Sanders showed no sign of holding back, deploying various spells effortlessly and with an air of ease. Angel, in contrast, initially could spare a sliver of cognitive capacity due to Sanders testing the waters. This allowed him some restraint.
But as the onslaught intensified, all that consumed Angel’s mind was how to change tactics and breakthrough. All other thoughts were pushed to the back burner.
Sanders noticed the shift in Angel’s offensive stance — no longer holding back and with a more laser-focused attention. Under such pressure, Angel seemed to gain momentum, his eyes sharpening, and his fighting style evolved from merely enduring hits to strategizing counterattacks.
A sly smirk tugged at the corners of Sanders’ lips, thinking to himself: “That’s more like it.”
When Angel’s counterattack grew fiercer, Sanders also amplified his offensive power.
To Sanders’ astonishment, his present level of aggression was like confronting a formal wizard when facing Angel. Moreover, by Sanders’ reckoning, even a formidable wizard would find it challenging to fend off such relentless onslaughts.
Yet, Angel held his ground.
Granted, both being illusionists, Angel had some inherent resistance to illusions. But even setting that aside, one can’t underestimate Angel’s current combat power.
Amidst his astonishment, Sanders harbored suspicions.
He noticed that Angel hadn’t yet unleashed his Spell Position… This made Sanders even more curious: What kind of trick was solidified in Angel’s Spell Position? Was it offensive? Defensive? Or perhaps functional?
Logically, a trick from the Spell Position could be cast instantly. If it was offensive, Angel would’ve used it by now. But he hasn’t, implying it’s not likely offensive.
Could it be defensive? Sanders ratcheted up his attack once more, but even under this barrage, Angel hadn’t utilized any defensive tricks.
This led Sanders to speculate, “Could it be that what’s solidified in Angel’s position is a functional trick?”
If it truly is functional, then it becomes hard to decipher.
For instance, in alchemy, there are certain tricks similar to the Eye of Nalda, alchemical spells, and magic circulation spells, to name a few… Of course, functional tricks aren’t limited to alchemy; Wizard’s Eye, Darkness Detection, Dispel Illusions, Purification Field, and others all lean towards being functional or auxiliary in nature. To identify them solely through combat would be nearly impossible.
As Sanders pondered whether to choose an alternative test formation, out of the blue, amidst a torrential assault, Angel astonishingly carved out a path.
Bypassing several illusions in succession, Angel continually muttered, “This is but an illusion; the real me isn’t here.”
Finally, before Sanders could even register the action, Angel, with an unstoppable momentum, pierced through the misty illusion and soared high.
Against the backlight, Angel’s soaring silhouette radiated an elegant power.
“I’ve found it!” exclaimed Angel, his eyes shining brightly.
Given Sanders’ capabilities, he could easily weave in more layers of illusion, plunging Angel further into confusion. Yet, he suddenly halted, eager to witness how Angel would act facing his real self.
If Angel solidified an offensive spell, now would be the time to unleash it, right?
As these thoughts danced in Sanders’ mind, the airborne Angel didn’t charge at him. Instead, bathed in intense radiance, three ethereal tendrils emerged from Angel’s back, shooting towards Sanders at breakneck speed.
The velocity of these ghostly appendages was, astonishingly, even swifter than Angel himself!
Even if Sanders discerned the trajectory of the assault, countering it instantaneously was no easy feat.
While employing his true knowledge level strength would allow Sanders to maneuver deftly, he chose not to. Drawing upon his rich combat experience, a subtle foot shift and a responsive body tilt sufficed. With just that, he deftly dodged the three oncoming tendrils.
The ghostly appendages grazed Sanders’ skin, embedding into the ground below.
Following a thunderous roar, three craters formed in the earth.
Pale tendrils pierced straight through the Cloud Soil!
One must understand that although the Cloud Soil above Pat Manor was initially crafted by Angel, it was later augmented with the essence of the Demeter. To prevent the Cloud Soil from falling, both Suis and Eureka fortified it.
Endowed with the blessings of these two wizards, the Cloud Soil was supposed to be impenetrable. Yet Angel easily shattered it, showing that the power of these pale tendrils had undoubtedly reached a “spell-rank” level!
Sanders was taken aback; he had never seen Angel deploy such tendrils before.
Could this be his Original Spell?
Lost in thought, Sanders’ attention was inevitably drawn to the tendrils as they grazed past him, making it easier for him to sense the fluctuations on them.
“Quite peculiar,” was Sanders’ first impression.
They seemed to bear the characteristics of an illusion spell, yet they interacted with the physical realm, affecting reality. This type of illusion closely resembled the True Illusion school within illusion spells. However, Sanders was quite familiar with the True Illusion school; Sumi World hailed from there. But in Sanders’ judgment, these pale tendrils lacked the unique ripple of the True Illusion school.
On the contrary, they felt more like an extension of blood energy.
Could it be that the blood energy serves as the energy foundation for the illusion node?
Though the speed of thought always surpasses reality, in the brief span of Sanders’ contemplation, little time had passed in the real world.
By Sanders’ estimate, Angel would need some time before launching another attack. However, what he hadn’t anticipated was the ferocity of the oncoming assault.
And again, the weapon of choice was the pale tendrils!
Upon observing the tendril anchored in the Cloud Soil, a sudden protrusion grew. Before Sanders could react, this growth swiftly expanded, unveiling a brand new tendril!
Much like a tree, differentiated by its trunk and branches, this fresh tendril resembled a newly sprouted limb.
Curiously, this newly emerged tendril was right beside Sanders!
Like a sharpened blade, it readied itself to pierce Sanders.
Moreover, there wasn’t just one blade. Those original tendrils, anchored in the Cloud Soil, were now branching out further. Each “branch” had Sanders in its sights!
Sanders raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Angel.
Such a spell was unfamiliar. Was this genuinely his Original Spell?
It resembled a white prison, formed of intertwined thorns and a continuous rain of blades. With subsequent rumblings, the white clouds were upturned, obscuring the view.
When the dust settled, there was no trace of Sanders.
“Another illusion?” Whispered Angel.
Although Sanders evaded the white tendril’s assault, he had witnessed its formidable strength. Being attacked by such a tendril, comparable to a formal spell, would surely not be pleasant.
Even if Sanders could withstand such an onslaught, he would likely be left in disarray. Thus, he promptly conjured another illusion, swiftly relocating himself.
As Angel lamented the failed attack, he suddenly detected a gust of wind from behind.
Turning around, to his astonishment, Sanders’ new assault was already at close quarters! And this time, Sanders had not used any long-range spells but went for a direct close combat strike.
Sanders’ right hand morphed into the spectral limb of a mantis, the crescent-like sickle blade shimmering golden under the sun’s rays.
Angel didn’t show signs of panic. To his eyes, it still seemed like an illusion. Yet, there was no denying that even if it was an illusion, the strike was very much real.
Thus, Angel swiftly transformed the white tendrils behind him into an intricate web as a defensive measure.
When the sickle arm slashed down, there was a resounding “clang.”
The white tendrils managed to halt the sickle’s strike, but only momentarily, for they were swiftly cleaved apart!
A look of astonishment crossed Angel’s face. The white tendrils were as protective as his exoskeleton, their resilience rivaling his very flesh. The fact that they were severed indicated the sheer force behind Sanders’ attack, surpassing the strength of Angel’s physical boundaries!
Furthermore, Angel recalled the clear ringing sound and the tangible sensation…
Was this a genuine sickle arm?!
By the time Angel realized, he abruptly turned around.
Behind him, Sanders, who he initially dismissed as a mere apparition, now had narrowed eyes gleaming coldly, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. The sickle arm was once again poised high, ready to strike down at his now vulnerable back!
It was real!
In the split second when Angel caught Sanders’ expression, he grasped the reality.
Before he could ponder further, the impending strike of the sickle loomed.
In fact, Angel noticed Sanders’ lips barely move, whispering softly: “End—of—the—line.”
At this critical juncture, Angel forgot he was merely undergoing A So-Called “Test”. It felt as if he had reached the precipice of danger.
The blade’s wind was already by his side — escape was a distant dream.
His heart raced, a surge of warmth rushed to his mind. Even before Angel could process a thought, his instincts kicked in to save him.
Within his mind’s eye, the model of his mental power sharply contracted, and the Gateway Model located at the Spell Position shone brilliantly.
In reality, a door materialized out of thin air in front of Angel.
All this transpired in the blink of an eye!
As the door formed, Angel took an immediate step forward, vanishing into the gateway.
Chapter 1345 Blossom of Frost and Chapter of the Moon <TOC> Chapter 1347 Phantasmal Limb Spell