The young man looked at the two identical desert beetles standing side by side in the center of the field, and his defenses instantly collapsed.
His face, which was originally filled with arrogance, now only had an expression of madness.
His eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled, and his hands waved aimlessly in the air like a trapped beast.
"No! Impossible! This can't be true!"
He screamed, his voice already hoarse.
"I'm the genius! He's just a clown who got away with it!"
But the cheers around him shattered his excuse.
People shouted Saul's name, wave after wave, sweeping across the arena like waves.
"Wake up, young man!"
A white-haired great magician shook his head and sighed: "Don't you know what kind of miracle you just witnessed?"
"That's not a fluke, that's real talent."
"Saul possesses not only skill but also the insight to see through the essence of magic."
“There are only a few people who can do this.”
"That is the real existence that has the potential to become a master."
"If you want to be that kind of person, you have to work harder."
Work harder!
These four words pierced the young man's heart like a sharp knife.
He staggered back a few steps, his face drained of all color, and he held his head tightly with both hands, as if trying to block the voices from entering his mind.
"Twice as hard?!"
"You want me to? Try harder?"
"Like those ordinary magicians?"
At this moment, the magicians below also spoke.
"Saul is incredibly talented and practices diligently day and night!"
"No wonder he is so powerful now!"
"Even if I practice for my entire life, I can only reach his current level!"
"If a genius like Saul works so hard, we must work even harder!"
As the young man listened to what people were saying, even the magical power in his body began to become unstable.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
He kept repeating the word, his voice getting lower and lower until it became almost inaudible.
Then, just when everyone thought the duel was over, the young man suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with terrifying ferocity.
“Saul!”
He turned sharply towards Saul, a look of almost frantic determination on his face.
"If you think this is the end, you are sorely mistaken!"
He roared, his voice fierce.
"You are a genius, one in a million, so what?"
"Today, I will let you know who is the real strong one!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already begun to frantically mobilize the magical energy in his body.
A visible magical energy surged out of his body, forming circles of halo that spread out in all directions.
The air crackled due to the energy surge, and the dust on the ground was lifted into the air, forming a small whirlwind.
"What is he going to—"
"Oh my god, he's unleashing all his magic!"
"Crazy! This guy is completely crazy!"
The surrounding magicians suddenly became agitated, and some of them retreated in a hurry, away from this out-of-control and dangerous area.
Some people tried to step forward to stop it, but were prevented from getting close by the surging magical energy.
Nan Tong narrowed his eyes slightly. He could clearly feel that he was using the magical power absorbed from Saul's body unscrupulously.
The magical powers that Saul generated day and night were now being used lavishly and undisguisedly.
Like a mad bull, he exerted his strength recklessly.
The young man's robes rustled in the surge of energy, his hair stood on end, and his whole body was like a lit torch.
The crocodile skull in his hand seemed to be given life and began to open and close up and down continuously.
As he finished his guiding movements, the sand on the ground began to gather and deform at an astonishing speed.
First, more than a dozen desert beetles appeared at the same time in various places on the venue. They were small in size, but moved extremely fast. They formed a dense net on the ground and surrounded Saul's location.
Then, the sand particles began to disperse and condense in the air, and then condensed into sharp sand cones.
"Desert Fury!"
A senior magician exclaimed.
"This is a spell used to defend a city! He can't even use this kind of spell—"
Before he could finish his words, something even more terrifying happened.
The young man suddenly pressed down with both hands, and dozens of sharp sand pillars instantly emerged from the ground, like countless swords pointing at Saul's vital points.
At the same time, a sandstorm began to gather in the sky, blocking out the sun and shrouding the entire arena in a dim light.
"Stop! You're going to kill Saul!"
"That's the future outstanding magician of Saint Egypt. He has the potential to become a powerful magician!"
"What are you going to do?!"
Someone shouted in fear, but the sound was completely drowned out by the huge noise of the magic being released.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Saul appeared unusually calm.
He stood there, his expression focused.
At this moment, he was like a general commanding thousands of troops, just methodically recalling how the other party guided and exerted that magical power.
Whenever the young man cast a spell, he could create an identical copy at the same time and place.
Desert beetle against desert beetle, sand cone against sand cone, even the deadly sand pillar turned into golden sand the moment it touched Saul, blooming in the air like flowers.
That's right.
Such a powerful spell was replicated by Saul in just a moment.
"What?!"
"This...this is impossible?!"
The young man watched his carefully constructed killing plan being disintegrated bit by bit, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted.
Sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked his clothes.
His movements began to become frantic, and his spells were cast more and more frequently, but with less and less precision.
In fact, his magic even began to be no match for the magic cast by Saul.
“Why! Why is this happening?!”
"How can there be such a person in the world!"
He let out a heart-wrenching howl and then made a shocking move.
He ripped open his robe, revealing a strange runic mark on his chest.
The mark emitted a blinding red light, rising and falling with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"What is that?!"
"That's not desert magic!"
"This is alien magic!"
An old magician exclaimed in astonishment. He immediately recognized that the magical energy did not come from Holy Egypt.
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