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Chapter 663 - 662: The Power of Returning Again

Chapter 663: Chapter 662: The Power of Returning Again

This elf was unlike any other.

As the world’s top magician, while staring at Fang Zheng before her, Allen could feel this. She had never feared any elf, for as long as she was fully prepared, no elf could match her.

However, this elf was different.

He merely stood there, watching Allen, making her feel tense, so much so that she had difficulty breathing, even gasping for air. This sensation wasn’t like being targeted by a human or an elf, but rather like the instinctive fear that surged when targeted by some terrifying and powerful creature.

Despite this, Allen did not choose to retreat, for she was the most powerful magician in this world, and moreover, she was —

With this thought, Allen lifted her head and once again looked towards Fang Zheng, raising the weapon in his hand. Along with Allen’s movements, a powerful Random Domain began to condense, and then Allen suddenly flashed forward, moving towards Fang Zheng with a speed that not even an elf could react to. In almost an instant, she had closed the distance between them, and the blade wielded from her hand forcefully stabbed towards Fang Zheng’s chest.

The force, angle, and speed were flawless; not even an elf could easily block such a strike infused with all her strength.

But before Allen, stood a being far more dreadful than any elf.

Facing the incoming blade, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and then swung his right hand forward.

"Huh!!"

Although Fang Zheng’s speed was much slower than Allen’s, for some reason, Allen only saw a blur before her, and the next moment, the Pitch Black Greatsword in Fang Zheng’s right hand had already appeared in front of her. Although she didn’t know how he had managed it, Allen had no choice but to fully expand her Random Domain, using its powerful force to wrap around her own sword blade, attempting to fend off Fang Zheng’s strike.

But, it was futile.

The so-called "magicians" in this world weren’t the kind of existence in Fang Zheng’s world that cast mystical spells through chanting. Instead, magicians in this world referred to those capable of using manifesting devices alone to unfold a power field named "Random Domain" for combat.

And Allen was a magician who could manipulate the most powerful Random Domain, one that could easily bind an elf within it, or even suppress beings like "angels." At this moment, facing Fang Zheng’s attack, Allen roused her spirit twelvefold, confident that whatever power Fang Zheng wielded, her Random Domain could block it!

Previously, she had been careless, but this time, it wouldn’t be so simple!

Just as Allen thought this, the Pitch Black Greatsword Fang Zheng swung downward collided with the golden blade in her hand. Following this——

"Boom!!"

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, Allen fell to the ground heavily as if she were a fly swatted down. Her right hand was completely fractured, bloodied and mangled under the tremendous impact force. And Allen’s body directly smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

Allen screamed, her eyes wide open as severe pain swept through her body. Although Allen wanted to understand what had happened, she couldn’t fathom it.

What exactly was going on? Why was her Random Domain so easily shattered?

What was the reason for all this?

How foolish.

Watching the screaming Allen before him, Fang Zheng scoffed coldly. Allen didn’t know, but Fang Zheng was well aware that this so-called "Random Domain" was essentially just a dense condensation of magic power. In the Main World, due to the advancement of magical civilization, magicians could exhibit magic power, transforming it into spells with various effects. But the magicians in this world were still at the most rudimentary stage of using magic power.

And unfortunately for Allen, Fang Zheng’s body carried the bloodline of a Time Dragon.

Even more unfortunately, all of the Dragon Race possessed considerable resistance to magic.

Even the meticulously crafted magic from the Main World often struggled to affect a single Dragon, let alone the primitive and rough methods of this world. For Fang Zheng, Allen’s manipulation of any amount of magic power was meaningless. Before him, all that magic power might as well be "nothing."

Of course, Fang Zheng was not kind enough to share this information with Allen. The fact that Allen attacked Yoshino and clearly intended to capture her was something Fang Zheng would never allow. He walked up to Allen, stared at the screaming female magician, and then Fang Zheng raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and smashed it down on Allen’s head. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Puchi!"

Alongside a sound akin to a coconut being smashed, the body of the female magician jolted like a dying fish, and then there was no more sound. When Fang Zheng withdrew his blood-drenched fist, where the man once known as "Allen," the strongest human magician, stood, there was now only a mass of sticky substance mixed in with white and red. The bulging eyes were torn, and fragmented teeth scattered forward in the flesh like shell fragments, while the tongue was compressed into a pulp oozing from the shapeless nostrils. Blood gushed from the torn arteries of the neck, staining the ground red.

"Is this all you’ve got? And you dare to call yourself the strongest of humans?"

Fang Zheng glanced at the slightly wriggling body of the female magician, snorted coldly, picked up the Pitch Black Greatsword, and thrust it forcefully into the corpse.

"Boom!!"

As the Greatsword plunged into the body of the female magician, flames erupted. In the blink of an eye, Allen’s body and soul together were utterly incinerated, entering deep into Fang Zheng’s soul.

At the same time, Fang Zheng could feel that within his soul’s Firelink Altar, another previously pitch-black and dim platform had been ignited with flame.

It was a blue flame.

At this moment, Fang Zheng felt anew the omnipresent power of magic.

He raised his hand, and as Fang Zheng moved, countless magic runes appeared from the air before him, intertwining to form mystical spell texts, then returned back into Fang Zheng’s body.

"Have I regained a part of the magic power? Though I can only cast up to level three spells, it’s a decent start."

Clenching his right hand, Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction. Everything was gradually returning to normal, and the power he wielded was being restored.

Not only that...

Fang Zheng opened the system, seeing that with Allen’s death, the originally "58%" progression bar had finally been raised to "60%." Although Fang Zheng was not particularly obsessive, anyway, seeing his system’s repair progress bar enter a whole number was definitely better than being stuck at 58%.

"So, what next..."

Just as Fang Zheng was about to leave, suddenly, he heard a voice by his ear.

"Master... master... can you hear my voice?"

"This is..."

Hearing this voice, for a moment Fang Zheng even thought he was hallucinating, but quickly, his body shook violently, and then Fang Zheng reached out his hand. Accompanying his movement, a segment of chain appeared out of thin air in Fang Zheng’s palm, with the other end connected to an unknown void.

"...Is that you, Nymph? Nymph, can you hear my voice!?"

"Master!"

Hearing Fang Zheng’s response, Nymph’s voice in his ear sounded increasingly clear and excited.

"I’ve finally gotten in touch with you!"

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