The Holy Magician’s Astonishment! Unbelievable Mastery of Magic!

Chapter 21: The Holy Magician's Astonishment! Unbelievable Mastery of Magic!

"Mr. Qi, what do you make of this?" Chen Feng, a robust warrior clad in gleaming red armor, turned towards the elderly man beside him, who was draped in a light green robe. The old man's face was contemplative, his eyes scanning the environment with a profound intensity.

"A seventh-level spell…" he murmured, more to himself than to Chen Feng. "Wind magic... The Stormy Waves Breaking Thousands of Waves… but wait, the intensity of the elemental residue suggests that this spell was cast multiple times."

The old man was Qi Guoguang, vice president of the Tianhai City Professionals Alliance and a true seventh-rank powerhouse. Like Lin Yi, he was also a mage. And while most people might just see the destruction and chaos that had befallen this area, Qi Guoguang saw something far deeper.

As they stepped into what was once a land of death, now carved out by ferocious winds, Qi Guoguang felt a strong magical aura hanging in the air. It didn't take long for him to surmise that the same seventh-level wind spell had been cast not once, but three times in succession.

"Strange…" he muttered, pausing as he sensed something else. "There's more to this. The lingering magic… it's not just wind. There's fire… and not just any fire. This is the Sky Flame Dragon Breath!"

His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the second magical element. The fire magic he was detecting was also of the seventh level, a spell of catastrophic power. In other words, before the three wind spells were unleashed, someone had already bombarded the area with a seventh-level fire spell.

Qi Guoguang's grip tightened around his staff, which was topped with a large emerald-green magic crystal. The staff began to hum as he raised it, and with a single, whispered word, "Disperse," the violent winds that had enveloped the area ceased at once. The heavy clouds that had darkened the sky parted, revealing the bright, clear sky above.

Chen Feng, who stood by watching, was stunned. The ease with which Qi Guoguang had dispelled the storm was awe-inspiring. "Damn… Master really is incredible!" he thought, feeling a twinge of envy. Despite being younger, Chen Feng couldn't help but marvel at the sheer elegance and control with which Qi Guoguang manipulated the elements. It was moments like these that reminded him why mages were often revered as masters while warriors like him were seen as brute force.

For Qi Guoguang, dispersing the storm was a relatively simple task, particularly since wind magic was his specialty. His deep understanding of wind magic allowed him to unravel the remaining magical power that Lin Yi had left behind, like disentangling a complex knot.

As the last traces of the storm dissipated, the scene that lay before them caused Chen Feng to gasp. The ground was scarred, the entire surface of the once desolate land having been carved away by the ferocious winds. Deep, chaotic ravines crisscrossed the exposed earth, as if it had been shredded by an impossibly large and sharp blade. But these scars were too widespread, too irregular to have been caused by any warrior's sword. No, these were the unmistakable marks left by countless wind blades cutting through the ground.

And then there was the scorched earth—an area about ten kilometers wide and hundreds of kilometers long, blackened and charred as if a dragon had breathed its fire across it. Chen Feng could barely comprehend the devastation. What on earth had happened here?

"Mr. Qi, I think there are still people down there!" Chen Feng's keen eyesight, honed through years of battle, picked up on the figures scattered across the ground below. Many were lying motionless, looking like they might be dead.

In an instant, Qi Guoguang disappeared from his side, reappearing among the downed professionals. Chen Feng blinked, stunned. "That was… Flash, a basic mage skill," he realized, slightly envious of how effortlessly mages could execute such useful and impressive abilities.

He quickly followed suit, though not with the same finesse, using his combat prowess to leap down to the ground. He landed beside one of the fallen professionals, kneeling to check for signs of life. Placing two fingers on the person's neck, he was astonished to find a pulse. "This one's still alive!" he exclaimed, turning to Qi Guoguang with disbelief. "How on earth did they survive…?"

Given what Qi Guoguang had deduced earlier—three instances of seventh-level wind magic followed by a seventh-level fire spell—Chen Feng had expected nothing short of complete devastation. The fact that anyone had survived at all seemed impossible.

Qi Guoguang, too, was shocked but intrigued. He knelt beside another professional, confirming Chen Feng's discovery. "Not only this one, but all of them," he said slowly, his tone filled with amazement. "They're all alive, just unconscious."

Chen Feng stared at him, utterly baffled. "But how, Mr. Qi? Four seventh-level spells… and they're all alive?!"

Qi Guoguang's face was contemplative as he tried to piece it together. "It's... an extraordinary display of magical control," he finally said. Seeing the confusion on Chen Feng's face, he elaborated. "If I were to cast a seventh-level wind spell here, I could ensure that none of these people would die—perhaps not even be injured. But to do that, I would need absolute precision and mastery of my magic. The person who fought here didn't just use wind magic with that level of control; they did the same with fire magic. This suggests that the individual who fought the undead knight is a holy magician who has mastered both elements to an exceptional degree."

Qi Guoguang fell silent after this revelation, deep in thought. His mind was racing, trying to recall if there was anyone in all of Great Xia who fit this profile—someone who had achieved such mastery in both wind and fire magic at the seventh level or higher. But no one came to mind, not even among the elites known to him.

"Could it be that my connections aren't broad enough?" he mused. "Perhaps this person is a deacon in the Pantheon… If so, I'll need to consult with the deacons to identify them." Qi Guoguang's eyes glinted with a mix of admiration and envy. Although he was a revered wind saint magician, admired by many, his own path was confined to the wind element. The idea of mastering two elements to such a degree was something he could only dream of, and it filled him with a rare sense of admiration for whoever had achieved it.

Closing his eyes, Qi Guoguang focused on the residual magic left in the area, trying to capture the unique magical signature—or magic brand—of the caster. Every magician's magic bore a distinct imprint, much like a signature. By identifying this brand, it might be possible to trace the caster.

After a few moments, he successfully imprinted this special magic brand in his mind. Opening his eyes, he turned to Chen Feng and said, "We need to head to Canglan City and report this situation. Inform them of what transpired here."

Chen Feng nodded. He realized how close they had come to a potentially disastrous encounter. Today, they had been spared, not by their own power, but by someone else's incredible skill. Qi Guoguang had only been called to help because of his close relationship with Chen Feng's father, who had feared for his son's safety.

With the situation now under control, or rather, resolved by an unknown force, their job was to inform the authorities in Canglan City. The aftermath—dealing with the unconscious professionals and the devastated landscape—would be handled by the city's officials. For Qi Guoguang and Chen Feng, their task was complete, at least for now. The mystery of who had wielded such incredible power, however, remained unsolved.

(End of chapter)