Free Web NovelChapter 560: Chapter 480: Aftermath (Double Length) (Part 2)
"Every wizard has their own unique combat style, their secret techniques that they keep hidden, and their ability to adapt in the heat of the moment. You never know what strange witchcraft the opponent might pull out next, or what unexpected method they’ll use to break your attack."
"The feeling of dancing on the edge of a blade... the soul-level game... the despair of watching your opponent struggle under your power, yet forever failing to find a way out..."
Her breath became more rapid, and a strange blush rose to her cheeks.
"Too wonderful."
Jeming turned his head expressionlessly, looking towards the other side of the resting area in mid-air.
He had long known his senior sister’s psychology was not quite normal—taking pleasure in observing the pain of others, especially getting excited when powerful beings are ensnared in pain.
But now it seems, as her strength grows, this "hobby" seems to be intensifying.
The scene in the air shifted Jeming’s attention.
The High Tier Wizards who had finished their battles were descending one after another with their respective fodder units.
Most Seventh Level Wizards hovered about three hundred meters above the resting area, where a "High Tier rest zone" had been temporarily set up.
Essentially, it was dozens of floating platforms created using space expansion techniques, each equipped with its own protective barrier and energy supply.
And among these Seventh Level Wizards, the presence of a Sixth Level Wizard stood out prominently.
Clark.
He stood alone in the very center, his black robe gently swaying in the breeze.
From Jeming’s perspective, only his back was visible, but the aura emanating from that back instinctively made all the surrounding Seventh Level Wizards keep a certain distance—not rejection, but a kind of near-instinctive awe.
Viola followed Jeming’s gaze.
The flush on her face gradually faded, her gaze returning to its usual elegance and composure... at least on the surface.
"Mentor, he..." Viola quietly began, "just how strong is he really?"
This question, Jeming also wanted to know.
The two sat silently, watching Clark in the distance, watching those Seventh Level Wizards in the High Tier rest zone whispering, occasionally casting complex glances in Clark’s direction.
After a while, Jeming finally couldn’t resist, lowered his voice and asked:
"Senior sister, do you think... what law does our mentor really master? Or what technique? How can someone be that strong?"
Viola shook her head.
"I don’t know." She answered honestly, "I only know that when I advanced to Sixth Level, I went to seek guidance from the mentor. He just glanced at me... truly, just glanced, didn’t even lift his hand, and then demonstrated the Law of Pain on me, showing three progression directions I had never even considered."
Her tone carried a hint of incredulity.
"Since then, of those three directions the mentor demonstrated, I’ve only barely understood the first one, just started on the second, and the third one... not even a clue."
"Sometimes I suspect, the law mastered by the mentor is also emotion-related, just unusually exaggerated in ’expansiveness.’ Yet watching him fight, it doesn’t seem like that at all..."
The two began discussing in quiet whispers.
From the Law of Destiny Clark might master, to the Time Law, to the Space Law, then to certain rare Combined Laws... the guesses grew more and more outrageous, the excitement more intense.
After all, exploration of the unknown is embedded deeply in the soul of a wizard.
As the two were deeply engrossed in discussion...
"You’re all guessing too timidly."
A voice, so calm it seemed devoid of any emotional fluctuation, abruptly cut into their mental dialogue.
Jeming and Viola both stiffened.
They shrank back like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and then cautiously turned their heads.
Clark had somehow appeared behind them.
His wizard robe had been changed to a new one, still a simple black without any decoration.
The scars from battle on his face and hands had disappeared, and his left arm and right leg were intact.
At this moment, he was staring at his two students with eyes devoid of waves.
Jeming and Viola exchanged a glance, seeing awkwardness and a hint of panic in each other’s eyes.
Within Wizard Civilization, privately discussing and speculating on other wizard’s core knowledge—particularly the kind they clearly don’t wish to disclose—is considered a highly taboo behavior.
At best, it might cause displeasure; at worst, they could be seen as coveting others’ knowledge, attracting the sanction from the star track Sanction Court.
Though they were mentor and students, Clark usually treated them with leniency, but such behavior ultimately crossed the line.
"Men-mentor..." Viola laughed dryly, trying to explain, "we were just casually chatting..."
Clark didn’t respond to her explanation.
He just quietly looked at the two, staring for about three seconds.
Just when Jeming thought the mentor would scold them, Clark suddenly spoke:
"Do you want to know what law I’m studying?"
Jeming and Viola were both taken aback, and instinctively exchanged a glance, frantically communicating through their eyes:
"The mentor seems to be in a good mood, has he gained something extra?"
"Has the old man eaten something wrong today?"
Finally, Viola, being slightly bolder... or rather, her curiosity for knowledge overcame her reverence for the mentor.
She leaned closer, and softly asked:
"Mentor... what is the law you’re studying?"
Clark’s gaze swept across their faces.
Then, he uttered two words:
