Chapter 161: The Victory of Wind Blade
In the distance, Kain remained in his elemental avatar form. Aside from maintaining the guidance for Doomsday, he cast no other spells—he simply watched from afar, watching as Leon stood atop the erupting volcano's crater, beginning a difficult and lengthy incantation...
A faint trace of mockery lingered in Kain's gaze.
That was the very heart of Doomsday—scorching heat, toxic fumes, and danger that could claim the life of a Title Archmage at any moment. Casting spells in a place like that was nearly indistinguishable from suicide.
Besides, what difference would it make if he finished the spell?
Doomsday was already unleashed. No matter how that young human mage struggled, he was doomed to perish on this black wasteland...
It was a pity that after countless years of waiting, all he could trade for was disappointment...
Kain shook his head, a bit disappointed, his eyes cold as he watched Leon, quietly waiting for that arduous and drawn-out incantation to end.
Time ticked by, second after second...
Leon’s chanting grew louder and more intense. In the dark clouds overhead, a tinge of red began to appear—at a glance, it looked almost like burning sunset, the heat so fierce it outmatched even the erupting volcano.
The instant the final rune was uttered, the clouds overhead vanished almost at once—a massive meteor, trailing a long tail of fire, plummeted from the sky...
If any other Title Archmage had witnessed this, ten out of ten would have shaken their heads in dismay. This was sheer recklessness—Doomsday was already the most powerful fire spell among eighth-level magic, a force bordering on the supernatural. To pit it head-to-head against Meteorfall, another eighth-level fire spell, could only be called naïve...
“Ridiculous!” Kain scoffed from afar. Any trace of anticipation he had vanished the moment that meteor appeared.
A surge of immense mana erupted—Doomsday’s power spiked again, and the entire volcano seemed ready to ignite. This was the harbinger of Doomsday’s detonation. The force about to be unleashed could bring utter destruction; even a Sky Rank master would have to retreat before such devastation, let alone Leon, standing at the crater’s edge...
Raging lava, burning volcano, a meteor plummeting from the heavens...
It truly looked like the end of the world...
Then came a deafening crash—the meteor slammed into the volcano’s mouth, sending lava spraying dozens of meters high. But at the same time, Leon finished chanting the spell for Featherlight, and in a rush of wind, he soared into the sky...
By now, the toxic mist blanketing the sky had been swept away by the falling meteor, leaving just enough of a gap for Leon to slip through. He twisted through the air twice in quick succession, dodging the geysers of molten rock.
“How naïve...” Kain watched coldly, waiting for Doomsday to erupt—the true apocalypse. A gap of ten or even dozens of meters meant nothing in the face of such annihilation.
Yet Kain waited and waited, but Doomsday never erupted. No, not only did it not erupt—there were signs it was dying out. Even the flowing lava seemed to suddenly lose its source...
“What’s going on?” For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on Kain’s face.
“Heh, I warned you not to speak too soon...” By now, Leon had already escaped the reach of Doomsday.
This was absolutely critical for Leon...
All of Kain’s arrangements hinged on Doomsday. Now that Leon was free from its grasp, the world opened up before him—no longer bound and restricted as before. There was no way Leon would let such a chance slip by; almost the moment he broke free, he launched an attack at the still-stunned Kain.
For the first time in this entire battle, Leon truly seized the initiative.
It might even be his only chance...
Only someone who had lived through this fight could understand just how hard-won that moment was. Kain, the incarnation of the Death Tome, was powerful to the point of absurdity—not just in raw strength, but in battle awareness. From start to finish, he never overwhelmed Leon with brute force, but his presence felt like a seamless, inescapable net. No matter how Leon struggled, the net remained unmoved, slowly tightening, inch by inch, until all hope and air were squeezed away.
Until Leon stood at the volcano’s mouth and unleashed that Meteorfall spell—even Kain couldn’t comprehend it...
Only Leon himself knew just how crucial Meteorfall truly was. This eighth-level spell was, without question, the most perfect and pinnacle casting he had achieved since arriving in this era.
With Meteorfall, Leon’s spellcasting ability was pushed to its absolute limit...
Not only did the meteor land in exactly the right spot, but its size was also flawless—perfectly blocking the entire mouth of the volcano.
That’s right—the crater of Doomsday’s volcano was blocked by a single meteor.
This might be the most bizarre way anyone has ever unraveled an eighth-level spell since Meteorfall was created.
Even Kain, the incarnation of the Death Tome, probably never imagined such a ridiculous scene...
All of Doomsday’s power was meant to erupt through the volcano’s crater—from lava to fire, from toxic mist to scorching heat, even the final detonation had to pass through that mouth.
But now, the crater was blocked by a meteor...
So, all that power and all that fury were stuck—like a case of magical constipation—unable to do a single thing...
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Of course, as an eighth-level spell bordering on the supernatural, Doomsday couldn’t be stopped by a single meteor forever. Leon’s Featherlight lasted barely five seconds before the meteor was utterly destroyed by Doomsday’s ferocious power. But by then, it didn’t matter—the five seconds were enough for Leon to escape Doomsday’s range and seize the chance to attack Kain.
Leon knew this was likely his only chance. If he missed it, there might never be another. Under immense pressure, he pushed himself to the absolute limit, calculating every detail at every moment—even in a simple exchange of spells, he tracked the mana flow on both sides.
This was a battle where even the slightest mistake could mean defeat...
Fortunately, when constructing his magical runes, Leon chose the Mana Harness, renowned for its astounding computational power. Coupled with spellcasting ability far beyond this era, it gave Leon the means to stand against a monster like Kain.
But it was only enough to hold his own...
Yes, Meteorfall caught Kain off guard at first, even costing him the initiative he’d already won. But as the incarnation of the Death Tome, Kain’s mastery of magic far surpassed Leon’s, who came from a ruined world. As time ticked by, Kain clawed his way back from disadvantage.
Soon, the fight was locked in stalemate.
One was a human mage from the future, the other the supernatural Death Tome incarnate. Neither could gain the upper hand, neither fell behind—a truly evenly matched battle. Even a Sky Rank master would struggle to tell who was winning. No mistakes, no slip-ups; every detail was executed to near perfection...
The fight dragged on for three hours straight.
Neither Leon nor Kain could have guessed that, in the end, victory would be decided by a single Wind Blade...
That’s right—a Wind Blade.
Three hours of battle, and the spells used by both sides kept dropping in rank—from eighth to seventh, from seventh to sixth, from sixth to fifth...
When both sides had pushed their mana to the absolute limit, the two Title Archmages were reduced to dueling with first-level spells.
In the end, Leon sliced Kain’s throat with a single Wind Blade...
Even as he fell, Kain’s face was frozen in disbelief. For a top Title Archmage to be killed by a Wind Blade was the greatest joke in the world. With even a sliver of mana left, a Title Archmage would never fall to such a spell—even the simplest magical shield could block dozens of Wind Blades...
But unfortunately, at that moment, Kain had no mana left to use. Leon’s Wind Blade drifted out, light as a feather, and effortlessly sliced open Kain’s throat.
“Told you not to speak too soon...” Leon gasped for breath as he looked at Kain’s fallen body, forcing himself to say something for the occasion.
But before he could finish, the black wasteland began to quake violently—the whole world seemed to collapse in an instant. At first it only twisted, then with a thunderous crack, it shattered into countless fragments.
When Leon came to, he was back in the trembling Bone Hall. After a three-hour battle on the black wasteland, it seemed that only a moment had passed outside. Even the fallen bone fragments on the floor looked undisturbed.
But Leon had no time to count them. He reached out and grabbed the Death Tome, summoned an elemental avatar and a path of flame, then cast Flame Blink to dash out of the Bone Hall. Before his feet even touched the ground, he cast Haste, transforming himself into a burning streak of lightning, fleeing at incredible speed...
A furious dragon’s roar echoed overhead, shaking the entire Bone Peak. The terrifying pressure of dragon might was everywhere, but Leon couldn’t care—he kept fleeing madly, flipping open the Death Tome as he ran...
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