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"Who provoked Xiao Xiao to the point of unleashing the Thorn Cage?" Elena, with her graceful demeanor, glided towards the battlefield calmly.
"Hmph... Who knows what got into him?" A voice like thunder followed, belonging to the burly bald man, Balman, who quickly arrived.
"Let's go take a look..." The slender and handsome man, Hill, also joined them.
Bu hid far behind a hillside to observe the battle. Noticing someone approaching from the direction of the castle, he quickly concealed himself, not wanting to be discovered.
After tonight's events, he had fully realized how fierce the competition among the participants was; they would stop at nothing.
The Peak Showdown hadn't even begun yet, and he had already been targeted upon his arrival, nearly falling victim to that troublesome Mind Chain.
Now, aside from a few trusted individuals, no one else would believe him or approach him easily.
Take Mu Yan for instance; she appeared cold and enchanting and seemed not to harbor any hostility towards him. Yet among those who came to kill him today were experts from the Star Moon Alliance.
Truly, the most dangerous creatures often hide behind beautiful facades. Bu was not foolish enough to expose himself now; who knew if there were puppets controlled by Mind Chain or family assassins among the rapidly approaching crowd? If he were caught off guard and struck unexpectedly, it would be a significant loss.
Hiding behind the hill, Bu suppressed his aura and covered himself with snow for concealment. In this darkness, aside from some exceptionally powerful Judges, even leaders of elite teams would find it difficult to detect him.
His clone, created by Sean Sterling using the Level 4 spell Mirror Clone, remained at the entrance of the Garden. Fayrel and Victor stood dumbfounded next to his clone, completely motionless.
Bivis was in no position to protect himself; he had been thoroughly frightened by Sean Sterling and lacked the energy to control those two Puppets, let alone attack Bu.
Moreover, with Sean Sterling's appearance, Bivis realized they had been trapped from the start. The other side must have long suspected the Puppets' existence and followed their trail to find them.
It was laughable that they had intended to ambush and assassinate someone named Brent but ended up being outmaneuvered by their opponent, leading Sean Sterling to capture their entire group.
At this point, if Bivis still couldn't figure out that Bu's figure was a fake, he would truly be a fool—dying in such ignorance. After all, in such a significant battle, any common person would react rather than stand still like a statue.
The ground trembled with continuous rumbling sounds; at this moment, there wasn't a single intact piece of land within a hundred meters. Floating in mid-air surrounded by countless thorns was Sean Sterling, resembling an invincible war god with overwhelming momentum.
He also saw the figure of a Taoist rapidly approaching from the direction of the castle, but he was not in a hurry to kill Bivis; instead, he slightly eased his offensive, having other plans in mind.
Surrounded by thorns, Bivis was originally overwhelmed by the attacks, unable to even move his feet, forced to stand passively like a wooden post being beaten. He was filled with despair and had prepared himself for death at any moment, but in the next instant, the situation took a turn.
As Sean Sterling gradually reduced his offensive, Bivis felt a sudden decrease in pressure. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he was also filled with unexpected joy. A strong will to survive surged within him, and he didn’t bother to think about why Sean Sterling had shown mercy. Wrapping himself in the giant skull and braving the thorny attacks, he desperately fled.
Bivis now hated that brat named Brent; if he managed to escape by some stroke of luck, he would make sure to capture that detestable child and torture him mercilessly.
As a dignified Intermediate Level 4 master, he had never been so embarrassed and on the brink of death. In this dire situation, he had used his long-preserved life-saving item, a Level 5 Defense Magic Scroll. The thought of using such a scroll made his heart bleed; his vision even darkened.
This Level 5 Magic Scroll was his only one; it represented more than half of his entire fortune, worth over ten thousand Silver Kall.
Even if he managed to escape this time, the losses would be immeasurable. The severe injuries he sustained, especially the mental trauma, would be difficult to recover from without repeated healing from Level 5 magic or consuming enough precious potions.
If this dragged on and he couldn’t receive treatment soon, the worsening injuries could lead to a significant drop in strength and a decrease in rank.
In his frantic escape, Bivis spat out several mouthfuls of blood—not from his injuries but out of anger.
The more he felt the power of Evil Spirit Protection, this Level 5 defensive magic, the more heartache he experienced.
The meager rewards from killing him were nowhere near enough to compensate for his current massive losses; they wouldn’t even cover one percent of it.
And now it was highly likely that he would pay with his precious life.
Countless thorns sporadically struck at Bivis; the intensity of Sean Sterling's attacks had changed from an initial frenzy to something more playful. Floating in mid-air with arms crossed, Sean toyed with him like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to kill.
Bivis felt bitter inside; despite being beaten like a dog and Sean's attacks no longer as fierce as before, his injuries worsened over time. At this moment, all the magic power within him was used to maintain the normal operation of the Level 5 magic Evil Spirit Protection; he had no strength left for any counterattack and could only stifle his anger while fleeing.
The exit of Garden was just under a hundred meters away—a distance that could usually be crossed in an instant—but for Bivis at this moment, it felt like an insurmountable trench.
Although Sean Sterling had eased his offensive, it did not mean he would allow Bivis to escape. Every time Bivis managed to flee ten or so meters away with great effort, Sean would control several thorns to whip him back five or six meters.
As time passed, despite the exit of the Garden being in sight, Bivis felt despair.
What would escaping accomplish? Just because he left the Garden did it mean he was safe? Did it mean that Sean Sterling wouldn't come after him to continue the slaughter?
Bivis didn't understand why he still wanted to flee, knowing it would lead to death.
Was it to catch a glimpse of the detestable Zibulent at the exit? Or was it fear that compelled him, driving him to want to distance himself from this place?
Bivis was confused, instinctively using all his means to escape this terrifying area, this thorny paradise that felt like a nightmare, far away from the terrifyingly powerful Elemental Mage—Sean Sterling.
But now it seemed that his actions were utterly meaningless. In the end, he would die; struggling would not free him from that demonic presence behind him.
"Ah... I am unwilling! I am unwilling!" Stimulated into madness, Bivis shouted frantically, his eyes once again faintly glowing green. He stopped fleeing and stood his ground, glaring angrily at Sean Sterling in midair, filled with resentment.
At the center of his forehead, a point of black light emerged, gradually brightening, contrasting with his ghostly green eyes that resembled Ghost Fire, creating an eerie and sinister atmosphere.
This point of black light appeared like snowflakes meeting the sun, rapidly dissipating. As the trend of its disappearance accelerated, its brightness increased.
At the same time, the giant skull that enveloped and protected Bivis seemed to receive a massive infusion of magical power. The cracks and deep holes on its surface, previously battered by thorns like a spider's web, began to visibly restore themselves at an incredible speed.
During this process, Bivis appeared to be enduring immense pain; his face was contorted in agony as he let out low growls. Veins bulged grotesquely beneath his skin.
"Oh~ burning Mental Power?" Sean Sterling blinked in surprise as he looked at the writhing Bivis on the ground and became slightly more serious.
Burning Mental Power was no trivial matter; although it wasn't forbidden magic, it had effects comparable to forbidden spells. It could instantly unleash a person's mental potential and significantly increase their Mental Power.
Moreover, after burning Mental Power, the strength of one's original Mental Power determined how long the effect would last.
The stronger the individual’s Mental Power, the more terrifyingly it would increase after burning it, and the longer its duration would be.
A Dark Mage like Bivis at Intermediate Level 4 could double his Mental Power in an instant by burning it, reaching a level comparable to an Intermediate Level 5 Mage.
Of course, doing so comes at a great cost. At best, the Mental Power could be completely exhausted, leaving one a useless shell; at worst, it could result in instant death, with one's head exploding.
Generally, few would take such risks unless faced with a life-or-death situation. Clearly, Bivis had been driven completely insane by Sean Sterling, as he planned to fight to the bitter end.
At that moment, Elena, Balman, Hill, and others arrived in succession.
Following the three were over a hundred elite team members forming a formation, resembling a flying arrow. The tip was composed of twelve elite team leaders, while the body consisted of the hundreds of team members, charging forward with fierce momentum.
Further back were some competitors and other Judges who had come in response to the commotion. They seemed somewhat bewildered, gathering towards the battlefield with curiosity and confusion.
The arena was filled with thorns, shrouded in darkness. The originally faint starlight was obscured by the dense and terrifying thorns, resembling an ancient magical forest.
Although Elena, Balman, Hill, and others had arrived early, they were not clear about the specific situation. They could only see Sean Sterling floating in the air and the giant thorns that occasionally struck down.
Among the twelve Judges, only Sean Sterling was a mage; the other eleven were martial artists.
A mage who reaches Intermediate Level 4 can use levitation to fly into the air. In contrast, martial artists can only achieve this after reaching High-Level, relying on their internal energy to float through the air, comparable to a flight spell cast by an Intermediate Level 5 mage.
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