Super Dimensional Wizard Chapter 177 Blackjack's Secre

“Card: G.o.ddess of Dawn’s Garden.” This card is the healing card in his set of cards. The effect is comparable to level 2 magic! It’s just that he can cast it once every two days making it an extremely precious opportunity.

After using the G.o.ddess of Dawn’s Garden, almost in the blink of an eye, the wound on Blackjack’s arm returned to full. At the same time, a small golden arrow was ejected from the muscle fibres under the card treatment.

Blackjack had stared slightly as he saw the little golden arrow go out of his arm.

“Long-ranged alchemy weapon? No wonder it can be instantaneous!” Blackjack’s eyes glimmered with greed. In the Savage Grottoes, Alchemy Wizards are scarce. Making alchemy weapons totally rare, not to mention a long-ranged alchemy weapon that a First Level Apprentice can use.

“This alchemy weapon must be mine! As long as my injury has recovered, I can use my cards as punishment to hang him. Let me break this chick’s wings! Bwahahaha–” Blackjack chuckled in a low voice. “A chick will always be a chick. Such a good opportunity went by, and he did not attack me. Seems this newcomer has never seen the darkness of the Wizard Plane. He still retains his ridiculous mortal compa.s.sion. I just need to put on a little bit of a weak front at this time. He will hesitate because of his sympathy, and then when I recover from my injury, I can… stomp him under my feet.”

When Blackjack thought of this. He decided to put on an expression of “tenacity with a touch of weakness and pride with a trace of stubbornness.” He wanted to arouse compa.s.sion based on the mortal opera he had seen before. These are the easiest expressions to impress the audience. Bwahahaha, this little chick will certainly be moved by my performance!

Blackjack raises his head and uses his expression to give a moving performance to Milk Baron, trying to make him hesitate for about five seconds!

But when Blackjack saw Milk Baron’s movements clearly, he only felt a tightness in his chest. As if there was blood surging up!

“This is not a young chick at all. But a shameless scoundrel!” Blackjack only feels the fire in his chest and blood in his mouth!

Since he was wounded with a hole made by the alchemy weapon, it took six seconds at the most to recover! Only six seconds!

Now Milk Baron has set up at least four defensive spells in front of him!

What’s more, the amount is increasing!

“How afraid of death are you! Are all the spells you learned defensive ones?

When Blackjack’s wounds were healed by the G.o.ddess of Dawn’s Garden, the Milk Baron had set up a total of seven spells. Four were defensive spells and three were crowd control spells which would block his approach. There was even a composite spell of “Oil Slick” and “Fire Art” which made a Firewall Spell!

“Shameless, shameless, absolutely shameless! You rascally man pretending to be a rookie! Under such a defence, even Second Level Wizard Apprentices have to attack for five or six seconds to break through. For First Level Apprentices, they need at least half a minute to break through!”

Angel was scolded as a shameless man by another man that had no trace of shame. He had planned to climb the Sky Tower by playing a scoundrel. But when he was scolded repeatedly by this shameless man. He wanted to do even more shameful things! Anyways, n.o.body knows him… He’s not Angel… He’s the cool and aloof Milk Baron!

Angel immediately raised his hand, and another golden light flew out of his sleeve.

Blackjack’s wound is still healing. How can he escape this attack? Then the golden arrow immediately pierced into Blackjack’s right arm.

That’s not all. As if Angel didn’t care about the cost, more golden little arrows were shot out like rain falling from the sky. Angel deliberately aimed at all of Blackjack’s key points.

Startled by the rain of arrows, Blackjack took out a card with a cross shield from the remaining two cards he had.

“Card—Knight’s Shield!” Blackjack laid out a Knight Shield in front of him, slightly blocking a few small golden arrows. But under the threat of the rain of arrows, the Knight Shield showed faint signs of cracks and began breaking apart.

“No, stop fighting! I admit defeat. Stop!” Blackjack shouted to throw in the towel and threw his information card into mid-air.

His defence cannot be broken, otherwise with all these attacks from the long-ranged alchemy weapon. If he does not admit defeat, he will really die!

The Sky Tower compet.i.tion does not prevent life and death. But people can still admit defeat. As long as one calls out to admit defeat and throws out the information card. The battle arena administrator will turn on the magic array, separating the two sides in the battle.

As the information card was thrown into the air, a magic array immediately appeared. A faint gla.s.s hood appeared in the centre of the two men. Angel’s weapon could no longer attack Blackjack.

[The battle has ended, Milk Baron wins!]

This row of words emerges from the transparent gla.s.s screen in mid-air. As the subt.i.tles fall, Blackjack’s information card floating in mid-air suddenly emits a ray of light and penetrates into Angel’s own information card in his pocket.

As soon as Angel took out the Sky Tower information card, it added a message to the card about him beating Blackjack. His score increased by adding three more points. At the same time, based on the number of combat battles and winning rate for Blackjack. He won 150 more contribution points.

“Not bad, 150 contribution points is worth the price of replacing the arrows.” Angel picked up the information card and strode off the battle arena platform.

Blackjack collapsed on the ground. His whole body was shot through with many holes by the small golden arrows. He had the appearance of dying and was eventually carried off by the Sky Tower staff.

When the seventh battle arena no longer had anyone in sight. There were bursts of surprise and exclamations in the audience.

“Didn’t Lord Blackjack say he wanted to break this little chick’s wings? How could he…?”

“Little chick? How can he be a chick if he brought Blackjack to the point of being unable to fight back?”

“Maybe the little guy in the black robe is a Third Level Apprentice?”

On the first floor of the auditorium, they are basically mortals. So, their exclamation and sighs of regret are basically blind guesses. But on the other side, the Wizard Apprentices who watched the battle also began whispering.

“Blackjack lost? He actually lost?”

Didn’t you notice? Milk Baron has an alchemy weapon and a long-ranged alchemy weapon at that!”

“I saw it d.a.m.n it. I want one too!”

“Why don’t we gang up on the boy when he is alone?”

“I don’t know Milk Baron’s ident.i.ty. If he can afford to use alchemy weapons when he is a First Level Apprentice. Maybe there’s a strong force backing him. We can’t be at ease attacking him.”

“He is not a soft egg!”

When Angel returned backstage through the contestant channel. The looks other people gave him in the contestant area changed from contempt to fear and surprise, but their looks were mostly of greed.

Angel came to the drawing area again. The middle-aged woman seemed to have watched Angel’s battle. She looked slightly at Angel’s wrist covered by his black robe and then smiled inconspicuously.

“Sir Milk Baron, are you going to continue the compet.i.tion?”

Angel nodded. Although he was a little nervous just now because it was his first battle. He was able to arrange seven spells in one breath, which almost consumed half of his total magic power. But after a little bit of meditation, he should be okay to take on a few more battles. He can’t possibly encounter more opponents like Blackjack all the time.

“Yes, please come up and draw the lot.” Said the middle-aged woman.

Angel reached his hand out and put it into the familiar drawing box to stir it around. Then he intuitively pulled out a ball.

No. 035325.

The middle-aged woman took the ball and soon a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of her: [Milk Baron Vs Ash Warrior, Sky Tower 6th Battle Arena. Half an hour later.]

…

Amid the chatter of the people around him, Angel went to a remote corner. He closed his eyes and began meditating and put on an expression to tell strangers to not come near him.

Before long, Angel heard some familiar footsteps again.

“Fate has guided you, but not to me.” Angel closed his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

“Milk, I just watched your game. I didn’t expect you to be so fierce.” The sound of laughter came.

Angel sneered, “Don’t call me Milk.”

“Baron, were you using an alchemy weapon? Great. Was it made by Master Promi?”

“What does it have to do with you?” Angel opened his eyes and looked through his hood at the person standing in front of him.

Still dressed as a White Bear with a smiling face. But now he had a delicate black lacquer staff in his hand.

Angel sighed in his heart. Why is this man pestering him all the time?

“I’m just curious. All the alchemy weapons that can be used in the Savage Grottoes are well-known. The weapon you have just used to attack your opponent seems to have appeared for the first time. It is completely different from the others.”

“What about it?” Angel’s tone was impatient: “Why on earth are you following me?”

White Bear smiled and said, “Our fate is intertwined. I’m destined to meet you again.”

“Clearly you found me yourself, so don’t bring fate into this.” Angel waved: “If you don’t have anything to say, I will head off to battle soon. Don’t disturb me while I meditate and try to regain my magic power.”

White Bear listened and did not disturb Angel. This smiling man left with his staff.

When White Bear disappeared, Angel frowned and wondered what the man meant.

After meditating for about ten minutes. Angel now heard another set coming of footsteps into his ears. This time, the footsteps were even heavier, unlike the pace of White Bear.

Angel looked up impatiently and now saw it was Blackjack this time.

His body was bandaged, his top hat removed, and his monocle disappeared. Revealing his short greyish-green hair and a handsome appearance.

“You… What are you doing here?” As soon as Angel was about to ask, he suddenly remembered his cold act: “Humph.”

With a hum, Angel suddenly stopped talking and waited for Blackjack to speak.

“I recognized our match just now. But I warn you, do not spread my secret around. Even if I have to risk my life, I will make you pay!”

Blackjack spoke loudly. But Angel still doesn’t know what Blackjack is talking about or what Blackjack’s Secret was. Was it simply because he copied Sanders appearance?

Angel looked at Blackjack closely. After he took off his hat. The short grey-green hair was almost exactly the same as Sanders. His appearance seemed to be two-thirds similar to him as well.

“Is Blackjack the illegitimate son of my cheap mentor?!” Angel silently made up the ups and downs of a love drama in his mind. In order to get his strict father’s approval, the illegitimate son of a forbidden encounter is slowly approaching his “father” in terms of appearance, outfit and personality. Unfortunately, the heartless father is totally indifferent to his performance, which distorts and perverts his psyche. Even to the point of making him happy when torturing newcomers…

Blackjack warned Angel as he left on his crutches.

“Oh, what a poor child.” Angel watches Blackjack’s solitary figure receding away as he draws the final curtain to the sad ending of the theatre performance in his mind.