After leaving Fangling Hall, Angel arrived at the Infinite Battle Tower.
Angel had originally intended to bid farewell to Serum.
However, to his surprise, when he arrived, according to the battle schedule, Serum was still in a match.
Having spent some time in the development institute and then so long at Fangling Hall, could it be that Serum’s sixth-floor promotion match still hadn’t ended?
It was only upon closer inspection that Angel discovered Serum’s current match wasn’t a sixth-floor promotion match at all, but had already reached the seventh floor of the Infinite Battle Tower.
Filled with curiosity, Angel wondered if Serum was fighting back-to-back matches. Yet even more baffling to him was why this seventh-floor match was an open spectator event?!
Angel remembered that matches in the Infinite Battle Tower weren’t open to spectators unless they were of significant importance. If a promotion match was open for viewing, that would be understandable, but why would Serum’s first match upon reaching the seventh floor be open to spectators?
With his questions in mind, Angel bought a ticket and entered the spectator zone.
When Angel entered, the match was already halfway through. He only noticed after entering the spectator zone that the audience was quite large, almost packed to capacity.
Angel looked up at the situation on the arena. It was clearly divided into light and dark—Serum was in a world of darkness, his figure flickering in and out of visibility.
In the world of white was a domain of ice; a man in a silver-white overcoat, standing atop a frozen dragon, with frost and snow speckling his body. As the biting cold winds fluttered his clothing, he looked exceedingly dashing.
Settling into a seat towards the back, Angel perked up his ears and listened, finally understanding why this match was made public.
This had to do with Serum’s promotion match.
Serum was exceptionally lucky; in the sixth-floor promotion match, his opponent, for some unknown reason, failed to show up on time. Consequently, Serum was lucky to advance directly.
Having advanced so effortlessly, Serum decided to fight another match, to test the waters of the seventh floor.
Perhaps his luck during the promotion match had already run out, for in this match, Serum met a particularly strong opponent—
Sauhir, known as the “Pure White Nightmare,” a top apprentice of the ice magic series!
He was from the Winter Academy, a Wizard Organization under the Frostmoon League.
Although this was not a promotion match, the reason so many people were drawn to it and spectators were allowed was chiefly due to Sauhir being labeled as a potential seed by Diescher, the chief editor of “Glowing City Night Talk”!
Sauhir was only twenty-five years old at the time, having reached the peak of apprenticeship in just ten short years. Diescher had judged, given his talent, it was highly likely that Sauhir would become an Official Wizard before the age of thirty.
In some gossip magazines that love to stir interest, he was ranked twenty-first on the potential list for this New Star competition!
With his powerful talent and promising future, combined with Sauhir’s refined appearance, it goes without saying he attracted a large number of fans.
For a match that would assuredly sell a large number of tickets, the officials of the Infinite Battle Tower would certainly open it to spectators.
After understanding the inside story, Angel also took an interested stance in watching the match.
After observing for a while, he noticed that Sauhir, true to his reputation as a seed of potential, was indeed powerful. Not only was he proficient in ice magic, but he was also quite skilled in other types of tricks. The solidity of his basics might even be slightly better than what Angel could muster.
Each of his responses could almost be described as textbook-perfect.
Angel couldn’t help but express continuous admiration.
However, despite Sauhir’s very steady performance, the fans in the surrounding seats were still downcast. The main reason was that Sauhir’s opponent was somewhat unfathomable.
Serum hid in the shadows, and Sauhir was unable to launch effective attacks, only able to react when Serum attacked.
After yet another ineffective attack, Sauhir said coldly, “You can become darkness already?”
Laughter from Serum echoed from the darkness, but no one could pinpoint the exact location of his body hidden within.
After a series of frustrated counterattacks, Sauhir seemed to have made up his mind and began to gather a large amount of Magic Power.
Seeing this, Angel realized what Sauhir was planning to do. He intended to use a wide-range trick to forcefully confront Serum’s darkness embodiment.
Sauhir’s approach was rational after some thought. Because Serum was currently only a Second Level Apprentice, he was well aware that there was a difference in Magical Core volume between himself and Sauhir. If the fight could not be ended in a short time, Serum’s strategy was to exhaust Sauhir’s Magic Power.
This had been his approach until now.
But when Sauhir used a wide-ranging attack trick, enveloping all of Serum’s dark embodiments, Serum had to face Sauhir’s attacks head-on.
Any Transcendent who wasn’t resistant to dark attributes would probably make a similar choice.
Yet Angel harbored a thought: Serum must have known Sauhir would do this, so why would he still use this tactic? Or was it that Serum was actually waiting for Sauhir to use a wide-ranging trick?
After all, Serum’s goal was to deplete Sauhir’s Magical Core, and using wide-ranging tricks would certainly drain Magic Power in large amounts.
If Sauhir used it a few more times, his Magical Core would naturally be exhausted.
However, all of this presupposed that Serum could withstand such a wide range of attacks.
As Angel was thinking this, the ice dragon at Sauhir’s feet shattered into countless pieces of ice, striking towards the dark incarnation like a torrential downpour.
Once, twice… five times.
Serum withstood them all, but his dark incarnation had begun to falter. At that moment, Sauhir’s complexion turned pale as his magic power was almost depleted.
“How is this possible, why can his dark incarnation endure so much?”
Surprise filled the spectator stands.
Angel was actually curious as well, but he knew that it probably wouldn’t be long before the battle was decided. It was a matter of whether Sauhir could win or if Serum could hold on.
Clenching his teeth, Sauhir unleashed another wide-range attack.
As countless pieces of shattered ice fell, Serum’s dark incarnation finally crumbled. Sauhir initially had a look of surprise and joy, but as the dark incarnation vanished, his pupils suddenly constricted.
The reason Serum could withstand six attacks finally became apparent—numerous patterns had emerged on Serum’s body, forming a semi-transparent shield that withstood the ice shards.