The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 395: Winner (2)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

"That's…" Angele immediately realized what was happening. After all, he had seen this kind of situation several times already. "Concept gear?!"

Green light appeared on him, and he could now move again. He wasted no time in aiming at the woman's head in retaliation.

Bam!

An explosion of light occurred between the two. The large axe landed on Angele's forehead, causing him to be blown away. Making good use of this chance, the woman successfully leaped away.

The woman was so fast Angele failed to see what she just did. He felt dizzy after taking on the attack.

"Didn't expect you to know about concept gear," the woman slowly walked toward Angele with the axe in tow, "However, you're up against a person who not only knows about concept gears… You will lose and never touch upon the secrets of the cores."

Weng!

She lifted the axe up high.

"It's over. Fissure of Despair!"

As if it was just a normal strike, she chopped down.

Intense light streaked in the air, engulfing all things within its encompassing area.

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In the secret chamber.

"That's it. Fissure of Despair has a similar damage output to a spell cast by a rank 4 wizard. The damage it can do is terrifying," the female voice echoed in the room.

"I don't think Swordsman can withstand the attack from a concept gear even if his body is strong," another black shadow sighed and chimed in, "Sadly, if it wasn't Hunter who had invaded this rift, Swordsman would have won easily. He's just unlucky."

The two other black shadows shook their heads, too.

"Yeah, there wasn't much he could do."

"What do you think, Descartes?" one of them looked at the one who hadn't given their opinion.

Descartes was that man who thought that Swordsman would not lose so easily.

He was focused on the screen. Although white light had covered the broadcast image, it seemed he could see through it.

"I think Swordsman is still in. I trust him."

"Huh?" the other looked surprised upon listening to his reaction.

"Let's just watch how it goes. The winner is either Swordsman or Hunter. They have so many complete cores on them, and the only thing we need to do is to wait. The rule is simple — the wizard who carries the highest number of cores will win," Descartes spoke in a meaningful tone.

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It was still amid the explosion of light, and the earth was continually shaking. The river water had evaporated, revealing a dried-up riverbed. The mud, grass, and rocks had all since disintegrated before the white light.

Several minutes later, the light faded away.

What remained at Angele's original location was a deep, dark fissure.

The woman stood beside the fissure and took a look, but there was nothing but darkness there.

"He must be severely injured, or dead." Holding up her right hand, the axe transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

"Tals!"

The white plate reappeared behind her and spun. A rune flashed and flew into her hand, turning into a white longbow — the same bow she wielded earlier.