Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Chapter 773 - 729: Morris

Duke also wasn’t sure what move Audric just used, he could only vaguely feel a sense of trepidation.

The giant dragon’s vertical pupil appeared calm on the surface, and as a spectator, there was no direct impact from it. Perhaps only Leon knows what really happened.

From a spectator’s perspective, Leon was suddenly defeated by one strike.

But the process was probably not that simple.

At the level of Level 2 Mages, many battles at the level of spiritual power happen in just an instant.

The stands fell silent, everyone still immersed in the shock brought by the scene just now.

Then, murmurs surged like a tide.

"Did you see that? That eye...?"

"What was that? That’s not power a Level 2 Mage should have..."

"Golden Dragon bloodline... Is this the true power of the Golden Dragon bloodline?"

Someone asked with a trembling voice, "Was that just now... the bloodline true form?"

Beside him, an older wizard shook his head, his tone filled with incredulous shock, "No... That was not the bloodline true form."

"What?"

"The true bloodline form of the Golden Dragon bloodline transforms the entire person into a giant dragon. But just now...," that person paused, swallowing hard, "he didn’t even change into a humanoid form, only used part of the bloodline’s power, and..."

He didn’t finish his sentence.

But everyone understood.

Without even showing the bloodline true form, he defeated the ramped-up Holy Silver form.

The gap was so large it left people in despair.

In the middle of the arena, the witch array for repairs was already initiated.

Countless runes of light flickered among the ruins, gradually filling those huge cracks, gathering the scattered rubble.

A few wizards wearing council uniforms briskly walked in from the side door, led by a serious-faced middle-aged witch. She crouched beside Leon, reached out to check his condition, then nodded toward the people behind her.

"Alive. Carry him away."

Two wizards cautiously lifted the unconscious Leon, placing him on a floating stretcher.

The stretcher was made entirely of silvery-white metal, engraved with healing element runes, currently emitting a soft light.

The stretcher slowly ascended, floating outside the arena.

As they passed by the stands from the West Coast, Vera stood up.

Her cold eyes fixed on Leon’s pale face on the stretcher, her lips pressed into a line, her fingers clenched white.

The stretcher disappeared at the end of the passage.

Audric stood in place, watching the stretcher go away.

He dusted off non-existent dust from his robe, lifted his head, and looked toward the stands from the West Coast.

Those pale golden vertical pupils slowly swept over the faces there, finally landing on Vera.

"Is it over?" His voice wasn’t loud, yet clearly reached everyone’s ears, "I thought I could play a little longer."

Vera coldly looked at Audric, appearing calm, yet in reality was forcing herself to remain composed, not acting too impulsively.

She knew well that she currently wasn’t a match for this person.

Audric’s lips curled slightly, leisurely organizing his cuffs.

He turned and walked out of the arena.

That dark red robe was particularly striking among the ruins, his steps still as casually as if taking a walk.

On the stands, the students from Blood Rose broke out into enthusiastic cheers.

The witch who had sided with him in the square was flushed with excitement, waving her arms and shouting, "Audric! Audric!"

At that moment, a figure appeared in the middle of the arena.

Without any warning, without any energy fluctuations, not even anyone saw how he appeared.

He just stood there as if he had been there from the start.

A thin figure, pale face, hollow eyes in deep sockets.

Morris.

The genius of Doomsday Bell.

The cheers on the stands abruptly stopped.

Everyone froze.

Even Audric halted his steps.

He turned around, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared less than ten steps away behind him.

Those pale golden vertical pupils slightly contracted, a crack appearing in his previously composed face for the first time.

"You..." His voice paused, "How did you come here?"

Morris didn’t answer.

He simply stared quietly at Audric, those hollow eyes showing no expression, as if looking at a stone, a tree, an inanimate object.

"Morris." His voice was hoarse, like drifting from a grave, every word carrying an uncomfortable chill, "Doomsday Bell."

Audric raised his eyebrows.

"I know you." He said, "What, you want to try too?"

Morris remained expressionless.

"A duel." He said.

Simple three words, yet they plunged the arena into silence once again.

Audric squinted.

"What did you say?"

"A duel." Morris repeated, voice steady without any fluctuations, "If I win, I’ll take some of your Golden Dragon bloodline’s essence. If I lose — you set the terms."

The arena erupted.

Audric stared at Morris for a long time.

Then, he laughed.

That laugh was no longer the previous carefree, aristocratic smile, but a more genuine, intrigued smile.

"Interesting." He said, "You’re much more interesting than the one before."

He raised his hand, smoothing his golden hair in front of his forehead.

"I agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morris began to emit a certain aura.

That aura was so faint that the vast majority of people couldn’t feel it at all.