Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1532 - 1532 Section 1533 Fated Conclusion

Chapter 1532: Section 1533: Fated Conclusion Chapter 1532: Section 1533: Fated Conclusion Angel’s arrival had not yet ceased to ripple across the venue. But at this mont, with the countdown on the light screen reaching its final seconds,

the light sources outside dimd once more, leaving only the Boundless Battle Arena aglow within the do.

All eyes were compelled to turn toward the Boundless Battle Arena.

As the countdown returned to zero, within the Boundless Battle Arena, Dominico, who had been smiling and bantering theatrically with Spiwey, suddenly drew his sword with a focused aura, rose petals phantasms sprinkling around him: “Are you ready to unveil the curtain to a play where you lose and I win?”

“Who wins and who loses is still up for debate.” With the tip of his finger, Spiwey lightly touched the crimson lips of the Joker mask, and thick Dark Mist imdiately swept in to assault.

Dominico appeared to carelessly let his rapier drop slowly, and just as the tip touched the ground, he abruptly burst forth with an imnse energy.

The prepared Trick model was finally unleashed at this mont, the magic casting channels flowing into the rapier with his fingertips, and then seeping slowly into the earth along the rapier.

Invisible energy was accumulating deep below the ground.

Underneath, Spiwey felt a slight tremor and simultaneously, an ominous premonition from the ground beneath his feet.

The crisis awareness that had once been cultivated as a Wizard now ca into play. Sensing the anomaly, Spiwey unhesitatingly leaped into the air.

At the instant he left the ground, a greedy maw erupted from beneath, and countless roots and thorny vines burst forth like an exploding fountain, turning his previous standing spot into a sea of nacing vines.

“Do you think you’ll be worry-free by jumping to higher ground? Naive!”

Spiwey turned sharply, only to see Dominico, who at so point had plunged his rapier into the ground, which imdiately turned into countless rose vines.

These rose vines grew rapidly, quickly reaching over ten ters in height and encircling Spiwey in a do of greenery.

At that mont, one after another, vibrant red roses blood on the vine.

The pale red pollen, along with the blooming of rose buds, sprayed outwards. Nurous rose petals also cascaded down in the bluster, sharpening into deadly blades, hurling towards Spiwey.

Beneath was a sea of thorns, above was airborne unknown pollen, perfectly stuck in between.

One could either break through forcibly or just endure passively.

The forr would surely lead to entanglent by the vines and thorns, the latter was akin to sitting and awaiting doom. Thus, whichever choice he made, to Dominico, Spiwey was…

“Destined to lose!”

Just as Dominico reveled in smug satisfaction, a cold voice suddenly echoed: “Really?”

He spun around rapidly, only to see a Joker mask floating behind him.

Its bizarre crimson smile seed to mock his ignorance.

Dominico glanced from the corner of his eye at the center enshrouded in pollen and vines, where now only a dark cloud of mist remained, and the Joker’s mask had disappeared.

Moreover, the black mist inside was darkening, while behind the Joker mask before him, a shadowy figure stealthily erged!

Surprise flashed through Dominico’s eyes. How did this Deceiver manage to get out? There was no movent at all, so how did he escape?

As Dominico reeled in shock, one of the Joker mask’s eyes suddenly sparked with dazzling silver light.

In an instant, innurable rapiers flew out from within the eye. These rapiers, uniquely designed, had Joker heads carved into the handles, and from the middle of the ‘M’ shaped Joker hats, silver gleaming blades had grown.

Hundreds of Joker rapiers targeted Dominico.

Caught off guard, Dominico was pierced by a Joker rapier in the back of his hand. The rapier went clean through, leaving a bloody hole.

Even with a Defense Spell to protect him, the rapier pierced through, showing the formidable force!

As more rapiers bore down, Dominico dared not wait to be struck. He promptly turned the rose vines into layers of defense, shielding himself from the razor-edged onslaught!

Yet when the next wave of Joker rapiers t the vines, not a single sound arose. Dominico reached out to catch one, only to find that all those Joker rapiers were re Illusions!

Hee hee hee hee, it was all to trick you —

The eerie laughter of the Joker reached Dominico’s ears.

It appeared he had realized sothing; he abruptly turned back, looking toward the previous rose vines. Spiwey, whom he thought had escaped, was now leisurely walking out from within.

With Dominico’s vines retracted for defense, a gap had opened, allowing Spiwey to nonchalantly step out from the seemingly inescapable deathtrap.

“Your rose vine prison was perfect. Alas, you were fooled, y’know.”

As Spiwey casually passed by, Dominico heard his murmur.

Only then did he understand, Spiwey never truly escaped; he had used the illusion of a Joker mask to make him believe he had. With one real Joker rapier and countless illusions, he had forced the retraction of the rose vines for defense, allowing Spiwey to just stroll out into the open.

Without lifting a finger.

A surge of anger raced to Dominico’s eyes. Just as he was about to withdraw the rose vines, another Joker rapier flew towards him from a not-so-distant place.

The rapier’s blade reflected a faint, cold light.

It’s an illusion, right? Dominico hesitated for a mont, still retracted his creeping vines, but when the Joker’s rapier pierced his shoulder, it was Spiwey who chuckled from not far away, reminding:

“This ti it’s real.”

…

Outside the Boundless Battle Arena.

Farina slowly moved her floating chair closer to Angel: “A na well deserved as The Deceiver, creating illusions that blur the line between reality and fiction.”

Angel: “Without fluctuations of the Illusion Node, it’s just a trick of light and shadows. Breaking through it is not difficult.”

“Yes, it’s a pity that Spring Waltz has fallen into the atmosphere crafted by The Deceiver and was deceived for a mont. However, to perfectly construct such an atmosphere in this kind of competition shows his techniques are indeed excellent.” Farina paused: “For this match, who do you favor?”

Angel remained silent for a mont before saying, “I would still say Spring Waltz.”

Farina looked at Angel with curiosity: “Oh?”

“I thought you’d say The Deceiver, given his excellent performance just now. Moreover, I’ve heard from Lianna that Flora’s new Disciple is a rare talent, with a promotion speed not inferior to yours. Of course, I’m referring to the Apprentice stage.”

Angel nodded: “Not just at the Apprentice stage, I believe his speed in advancing to Official Wizard will not be any slower than mine.”

After all, Spiwey was once the infamous “Little Demon” Glarke.

Although he has beco Spiwey, his mories and experiences haven’t vanished, and even Sanders returned his space badge to him. With all of Glarke’s fortunes contained in that badge, his advancent would naturally not be slow.

It can be said that his rapid promotion is to be expected. Even becoming an Official Wizard is just reclaiming what he once lost.

Farina: “If that’s the case, why don’t you favor him? Or do you also know about Spring Waltz?”

Angel, silently watching the ongoing match, had no knowledge of Spring Waltz and did not think that Dominico could truly defeat Spiwey. Whether it was in terms of technique, experience, or even the props in the space badge, Spring Waltz was at a disadvantage.

You see, Spiwey’s space badge surely contains a myriad of items enough to secure his victory.

But Angel still didn’t think Spiwey would ‘choose’ to win.

Yes, Angel had believed from the beginning that the result of the match was in Spiwey’s hands.

He could choose to win or lose, all within a fleeting thought, depending on how he decides to act out this play of victory and defeat.

So, if Spiwey controls the rhythm of the match, would he choose to win or lose?

Angel believed he might choose to lose.

As for the reason, Angel’s gaze drifted lightly and looked towards the other side of the do: ‘Old Night’ Kemonir was carefully observing the match, appearing very dutiful in his judging duties.

Kemonir is the reason Angel thought Spiwey might choose to lose.

Kemonir and Spiwey are close friends; Kemonir himself has said this, and at the ti, both Farina and Hydra were clearly aware of it.

Taking into account their friendship, Angel re-examined the match.

Since Spiwey has “reborn,” he wouldn’t acknowledge his past friends until he reaches or exceeds the achievents of the past Glarke. That ans, he has to avoid giving away any hints to Kemonir in this match.

Therefore, he can’t show his full strength, such as his previous fighting style, combat details, handling of combat experiences, including the props in his space badge—all of these he cannot use.

Spiwey can only use common Tricks and newly learned combat thods. However, he has only been reborn for a few short years; thus, the new things he has learned are not many.

In other words, he is almost completely handicapped right now, while Spring Waltz can fully utilize all his strengths.

Spring Waltz is also not weak, he can even be said to be strong; otherwise, the Official wouldn’t have arranged for him to compete in the first match.

Given these circumstances, even if Spiwey has the advantage for a short ti, he can’t afford to let loose, and the outco would only result in a loss.

Angel’s train of thought continued, but he did not voice it. Farina waited for a long ti but did not receive an answer, she shrugged: “Well, I was leaning more towards Spiwey before, but since you said Spiwey will lose, then Spiwey will probably lose.”

The fight on the stage was still fiercely underway.

Five minutes into the match, exactly as Angel had predicted, Spiwey hadn’t made any effective counterattacks apart from a beautiful play at the beginning.

Moreover, Dominico was no fool; after being tricked twice, he beca more cautious. It wouldn’t be easy for Spiwey to succeed with deceptive tactics again.

Even though Spiwey didn’t use other special techniques, based solely on combat experience, he hasn’t shown any signs of defeat yet and is still holding his own.

This made Farina couldn’t help but exclaim: “The Deceiver’s battle experience is very rich. If he had a few more powerful attacks, I guess the match would be over by now.”

Angel silently mused on the side: His techniques are anything but scarce. Knowing that the “Little Demon’s” mischief could give Dusknights’ Blade wizards such a headache, his techniques are definitely plentiful.

It’s just that he doesn’t dare to use them right now.

Angel sighed, this could only be said to be bad luck; if Kemonir wasn’t a special judge, Spiwey would probably have won by now.