672: Chapter 212: Soul Oppression, Great Prophecy Technique (Part 2) 672: Chapter 212: Soul Oppression, Great Prophecy Technique (Part 2) As the two opposing mages struggled to defend against the Falling Rock Technique, and the first attack spell hadn’t been pleted, they were shocked to see seven lances, shimmering with brilliant light, floating in mid-air, their tips aimed directly at their position.
Earth condensed to its extreme turns into sparkling diamond, and the Diamond Spear is a Blue rank Magic, but it is upgradeable Blue rank Magic.
Conjuring a single Diamond Spear is considered Initial Blue rank.
If one can reach the limit of nine spears, then the magic will step into the realm of a Forbidden Curse.
Though seven Diamond Spears had not reached the standard of a Forbidden Curse, they were not far off.
Faced with the seven dazzling rays of light, the Wind and Light attribute mages found it impossible to continue chanting their spells.
“We surrender.”
The entire audience was astonished.
Everyone saw that the Earth Attribute Mage at the beginning had released a deep blue Magic Power, but as soon as Ye Yinzhu laid a hand on his shoulder, his magic immediately turned into Initial Zi rank.
Almost everyone began praying silently that their next opponent would not be that Spirit Mage.
Others might not know what method Ye Yinzhu used, but Randir, as a Grand Sorcerer, certainly did, and looked at Ye Yinzhu strangely, “Magic sharing, are you really that confident?” How could a mage like her not know the dangers of magic sharing.
Ye Yinzhu smiled faintly, “Everything is up to us; how do we know if we don’t try?” With that, he walked towards the audience.
Arriving below the stage, Kleyena had already approached, “Is magic sharing what you thought was most suitable for just now?”
Ye Yinzhu nodded.
Kleyena, somewhat excited, said, “Then, if we are teammates next round, could you also…”
Ye Yinzhu frowned, “Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving things.” He could share magic power without any physical contact, but he needed to hide his strength now.
Kleyena plained, “I’m a girl, and I’m not scared, what are you afraid of?
I want it, I want it, I want it.”
Ye Yinzhu felt three black lines appearing on his forehead as Kleyena’s words were somewhat ambiguous.
With no choice left, he said, “Fine.
If we really end up in the same group.”
The drawing of lots was unsurprising, and as the fourth-round of thirteen to seven began, Ye Yinzhu and Kleyena indeed ended up together.
To really add a dramatic touch, one of their opponents was Ye Yinzhu’s previous round’s teammate, the Earth Attribute Mage.
When Ye Yinzhu stood behind Kleyena, transferring his magic power to her, and a deeper shade of purple than that of the previous Earth Attribute Mage radiated from her body, their two opponents lost even the thought of fighting back.
They chose to surrender directly.
A Zi rank could handle seven or eight Blue rank opponents without any issues; they didn’t want to bee cannon fodder before a Forbidden Curse.
Kleyena, basking in the massive Magic Power and seeing her opponents surrender, was somewhat unsatisfied, “I haven’t used any magic, yet they’ve surrendered.
How boring.”
What’s the greatest goal for a Mage?
To bee a Zi rank Warrior capable of casting world-shattering Forbidden Curses.
Kleyena initially wanted to see if she could cast a Forbidden Curse while under Ye Yinzhu’s magic sharing.
After the fourth round, from a hundred contestants in the knockout stage, only seven were left.
Soon, the last elimination round would determine which five would be the finalists in the magical petition.
The last round did not involve drawing lots.
There were two group confrontations, with one other group and the previous round’s bye contender peting to decide the five winners.
Moreover, this round didn’t just determine the advancement based on victory; apart from the winner, a well-performing loser would also be selected to join the finals.
Ye Yinzhu was unsure whether it was Kleyena who was at an advantage or himself for ending up in the same group.
In the final round, they were up against a mage who had been on a bye the previous round, meaning they would face him two against one.
Despite it being the last round, their opponent chose to surrender without any hesitation.
Who would want to confront two opponents equal to a Zi rank?
After all the matches had concluded, Grand Sorcerer Randir and several other mages conferred for a moment and then immediately announced that the two winners from the other group advanced to the finals, while Kleyena also progressed to the finals.
The gaze fell upon Ye Yinzhu, “After our discussion, this Spirit Mage, although victorious in bat up to the final round.
But as he largely relied on his teammates’ strength in previous matches and is suspected of taking shortcuts, we decided to hold an additional match to determine the last two finalists.
The three who lost before the top seven will draw lots again to pete.
The winner will advance directly.”
Looking at Randir’s nearly provocative gaze, Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help but feel a slight surge of anger.
He understood that Randir was not questioning his strength, but rather wanted to see the extent of his power.
Fine, you want to see, I’ll show you.
Ignoring Kleyena’s apologetic look, Ye Yinzhu walked straight to the stage.
His opponent was the same mage who had just surrendered to him and Kleyena, also the one among the remaining three with the most preserved magic power.
Ye Yinzhu’s opponent looked visibly nervous, clutching his Magic Wand tightly.
As a Spatial Mage who had made it this far, his strength was naturally quite formidable.
Glancing at Randir, Ye Yinzhu took the initiative and said, “Shall we begin?”
After taking a deep look at Ye Yinzhu, as if to say that there are no teammates this time, see how you can cheat, Randir sought confirmation from the Spatial Mage and then declared the start of the match.
Ye Yinzhu still did not chant any spells, simply taking step by step toward his opponent.
His opponent was startled for a moment, “What, what are you doing?”
Ye Yinzhu replied calmly, “You will feel fear.”
The Spatial Mage was taken aback, “Why?”
“Because I said so.” Ye Yinzhu’s tone was very natural, as if declaring, ‘God said, let there be light.’
The next moment, the Spatial Mage distinctly felt something nudge deep within his spirit, followed immediately by an overwhelming burst of terror from deep inside his heart, causing his body to suddenly shiver.
As Ye Yinzhu walked closer step by step, the power of that fear grew stronger and stronger.
His soul felt as if it were being torn apart, the intense fear causing his body to go from trembling to convulsions, and he unintentionally dropped the magic staff in his hands to the ground.
“No, no, don’t e closer, stay away from me.” The shrill voice sounded so horrifying, and at that moment, the Spatial Mage’s eyes saw only the strange glint in Ye Yinzhu’s eyes.
Ye Yinzhu spoke again, “Death is a release.” A puff of pale purple magic light suddenly burst forth from him.
In the eyes of others, it was merely purple light, but to the Spatial Mage, that purple light transformed into a terrifying monster lunging at him.
With a muffled grunt, he fell to the ground, blood spurting from all his orifices, appareantly done for.
Strangely enough, there was still a smile on his face, one of liberation.
Randir’s voice trembled; she had even forgotten to stop him, and her voice quivered, “Soul Oppression, the Great Prophecy Technique.” At that moment, she realized just how terrifying the man before her was.
Zi rank, he was actually Zi rank.
Not to mention the Spatial Mage who had expended a great deal of his magic power.
Could even she herself have survived facing the Spiritual Forbidden Curse, the Great Prophecy Technique?
Spiritual Magic that can only be executed by cultivating the soul, was something that couldn’t be simply summed up with the term ‘Zi rank.’
What she didn’t know was that even Ye Yinzhu was only capable of executing such terrifying Spiritual Magic after specializing in Undead Magic.
To die under the Soul Oppression meant the shattering of the soul, never to transcend.
Although it was not glamorous, it was indeed the most overbearing and terrorizing among all magical forbidden curses.
Ye Yinzhu turned and started walking towards the bottom of the stage.
As he passed by Randir, his steps paused for a moment, “Some things could have been avoided, now, have you got your answer?”
The citizens of the Landias Empire of course did not know what had happened, but the mages present all understood what that burst of purple signified in that moment, and they were even clearer about how terrifying the Great Prophecy Technique spoken of by Randir was.
Ye Yinzhu walked all the way to the previously prepared final magic board, picked up the one with the number one, and then headed down the stage.
No one stopped him, nor was there a need for a mage to bind him; who could impersonate a mage capable of executing the Soul Oppression Great Prophecy Technique?
In the minds of all present, only he was fit for the position of that number one plate.
Thus, he walked off the platform amidst everyone’s daze, his figure flickering a few times before vanishing from sight.
The magic petition’s semi-finals had ended, ending in a way no one had anticipated.
But for anyone who had peted, none would forget the words Ye Yinzhu spoke in that last match.
That evening, in the Landis Imperial Palace.
The Council Hall.
Maximo Moratti sat on the throne, listening to the reports of several ministers.
Those standing below with hands hanging down included Imperial Minister of Military Affairs, Crespo, Imperial Marshal Cruz, and Kleyena Randir, Vice Chairman of the Mage’s Guild, Grand Water Sorcerer.
“Gentlemen, the semi-finals have ended, and the day after tomorrow we will move into the final round, which will be the most glorious moment of this Literary and Martial Arts Tournament.
Was everything normal during the semi-finals?”
“Your Majesty, may I speak first?
I have something to report,” Randir was the first to stand out.
Maximo was momentarily taken aback; the Mage’s Guild was not under the Empire’s jurisdiction, and only Faran could give them final orders.
He also had to be somewhat courteous towards the Grand Sorcerer, “Of course, Master Randir, was there a problem with the magic petition?”
Randir nodded, “And it’s a big problem.
I don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse for the Empire.”
Maximo’s gaze became serious at once, “Please speak, Master.”
Randir said, “In today’s magic semi-final, six mages died.”(To be continued, if you want to find out what happens next, please visit .
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