The Vastness of Magical Destiny

How interesting, Komer stroked his chin thoughtfully with his left hand, a Light Mage skilled in Psychic Magic—truly intriguing. Komer had also felt some regret about Noyola and Lorenzo’s absence, having mustered enough energy to lead a sizeable force prepared for a lively encounter with those two, only to find out they had both surprisingly missed the event, leaving Komer disappointed while secretly praying for divine assistance. But now it seemed that he would still have a fair bit of fun, at least this Psychic Mage was worth his consideration.

The other three Mages also appeared to be no ordinary challengers, which puzzled Komer greatly. Hadn’t the intelligence from the Salvation Society indicated that Noyola and Lorenzo should have left a few days ago and likely took with them a large number of important figures from the Court? Noyola and Lorenzo had indeed departed, but what was the deal with these four Mages? Could it be that these fellows didn’t count as important players within the Court?

And then there were those three Semi Holy Knights, who had already reached the Heavenly level; Komer just needed to sense them briefly to know that each of them possessed strength only one step away from ascending to the sanctified realm. To some extent, if any of the three Semi Holy Knights faced either Noyola or Lorenzo one-on-one, they might be defeated, but in a two-on-one situation, they would surely dominate. With three against one, perhaps Noyola or Lorenzo wouldn’t even have a chance to escape. How could such formidable characters suddenly show up, and who exactly were they?

All the hairs on Solonberg’s body stood on end—he wouldn’t regret this trip! When the three Heavenly Knights appeared within sight, Solonberg immediately cast aside his displeasure from hearing the Court’s two major leaders were absent. The emergence of such opponents meant that no matter what the outcome, this trip would be worth it.

The first Heavenly Knight, who advanced as if he was treading on air, became Solonberg’s target without a doubt. A faint white halo formed around the opponent’s body, and the milky Light Fighting Qi became slightly luminous. This was the quintessence of Light Fighting Qi at its peak. The fact that he could reach such a level in every move made it no wonder he led the way so confidently. And facing Komer’s group, the Knight exuded such composure and self-assuredness, looking down on them as if they were ignorant ants, stirring an indescribable anger in everyone, including Komer and Solonberg, ready to erupt.

Vladimir Koff was also tense all over, his gaze locked firmly on the Heavenly Knight in the middle, whose expression remained the most serene. This Knight didn’t even bother to draw his Knight Spear from his back, instead casually playing with his Knight’s Sword while walking, carefully wiping it with a snow-white piece of silk as if everything before him was unworthy of his attention, and only the task of cleaning his sword deserved his utmost dedication.

That’s the poise of the strong!

Vladimir Koff felt an urge to howl with excitement. He knew he was still a notch below his opponent, but that was the very source of his excitement. It was by challenging those stronger than himself that he could continually elevate his pursuit in Martial Dao, and experiencing the frustration of finding no worthy opponent was, for someone of his caliber, the greatest vexation.