god of tomorrow

It's not that sacred; it's just a random competition, basically a game of "I'll definitely win next time!"

According to the AI ​​assistant's assessment, the young man did not use magic; his speed was already astonishing. Each acceleration sprint was a basic burst of meditation, supplemented by the power release technique of magic, which made his already amazing speed even more incredible.

While both Gawain and Gawain used meditation to unleash their power, Gawain was outpaced in terms of speed and could only rely on strength to remain undefeated.

It wasn't over yet; the young man's speed was increasing, as if he still had energy left.

Gao Wen gradually couldn't keep up; the flashing golden light was making his eyes almost blurry.

"Hey kid, add some points! Put all the free attribute points you just got into speed!"

The robbers' mission reward didn't require Gawain to get the kill, but the young man taking care of the unlicensed taxi driver counted as completing the mission, and he even received an S+ rating.

With all 40 points of free attribute invested, Gawain's speed attribute soared to 296, a number that would make perfectionists crawl with ants.

The surge in speed attribute boosted Gawain's agility and reflexes, making his blocking more flexible and his attacks faster. This sudden change caught the young man off guard, causing him to hastily retreat, leaving behind a strand of golden hair.

He looked at Gawain with a grave expression, quite certain that Gawain hadn't used magic, so...

He broke through in battle; he's a genius.

Such talent could be used for anything, but a genius with impure motives will only stir up trouble and unleash more bloodshed in the future.

The young man took a deep breath, gripped the longsword with one hand, activated the runes, and flashed away...

"Wait a moment!"

scoff!

The young man stopped abruptly, his face alternating between pale and flushed, clearly having choked on his breath.

"I'll switch to a different weapon; the dagger is too light and doesn't feel right in my hand."

Gao Wen was addicted to daggers, and since short weapons couldn't give him the advantage of strength, he pretended to open his wallet and took out a two-handed broadsword the size of a door from his system backpack.

"you sure?"

The young man's expression was strange. Was he serious about fighting him with such a heavy greatsword?

"Oh, I'm a bad guy, and you're still thinking about bad guys?"

"True justice will not bully any kind of weak person, not even the bad ones; justice will prevail in a fair and square battle."

"Don't put so many shackles on justice. Justice just wants to sweep through everything and enjoy itself from beginning to end!"

The two men's ideologies of justice were clearly divergent, and they couldn't see eye to eye. The young man said no more, accepting Gawain's choice with the heavy sword, and vanished in a flash of golden light.

At the same time, Gawain keenly sensed the change in the magic circuit within the young man's body. He charged forward, his toes touching the ground, and because of his white bodysuit—no, his white suit—he transformed into a ball of white light moving at high speed.

On the highway, the air howled and the wind whistled.

The golden longsword was illuminated with cutting, sharp, and swift runes. Each swing produced a dazzling light that cleaved the air, and visible strands of wind twisted and pierced through it, leaving crisscrossing marks in the air and on the road.

The surrounding grass was in even worse shape; as the wind swept by, it all shrank by a head, and the cut looked as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Gawain also activated the runes on the door panel sword. The three runes, Heavy Pressure, Sharpness, and Roar, were unleashed at full power, causing the air to be violently crushed wherever the heavy sword passed. The vacuum was instantly distorted, creating terrifying air currents that could shatter everything. Whenever a wind line approached, it would be crushed and shattered by the violent wind pressure.

Each strike created a large crater, accompanied by a deafening roar.

One second, white light shatters gold; the next second, gold cuts through white light. Back and forth, over and over again…

It was an ordinary melee combat, relying solely on physical strength and weapons, without the addition of any magic, yet it achieved magical-level destructive power.

Moreover, although there were only two people on each side, they fought with the ferocity of an entire demolition team. The brutality of the fight stunned the three swindlers who were still feeding the drugs on the sidelines.

Gawain and the young man moved too fast for the three of them to keep up with the naked eye. They could only barely keep up with the entangled white and golden light by relying on the sudden collapse of the ground and the brief pause.

"Holy crap, where did these two guys come from? That guy... is he a freshman?"

"If that's the case, then the blond hero might also be a college student."

"Really? I've never heard of this before?"

"Think about it again. Here's a hint: he's quite famous, he's in the student council..."

"Just two brutes!"

Gordon joined the chat room, pushed away the potion bottle that was pressed against his eyelids, and said, "You three are useless and can't even feed me medicine. What good are you?"

"President, you're finally awake!" x3

"Shut up, why are you shouting like that!" Gordon yelled.

"..." x3

Your voice is louder than mine. x3

Gordon squinted at the battlefield, one foot already in the underworld. He was only out of immediate danger, far from fully recovered. His old eyes were failing, and even with great effort, he couldn't make out who was who.

unimportant!

Although some idiot suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clamoring to carry out justice and pulling him back from the gates of the underworld, things are developing in a positive direction, indicating that luck is on his side tonight. As long as he handles things well, he still has a chance to kidnap Gawain to the industrial park.

Gordon couldn't tell who was stronger between Gawain and the young man; he only felt that they were evenly matched, and that he couldn't beat either of them in a head-on confrontation.

A close contest is good!

Once both were exhausted, he personally took over and secured the victory.

I must personally deliver this gift to the bishop, even if it means dying on the throne of the archdeacon.

Gordon took a weak breath, swallowed the contents of the bottle again, and instructed, "Listen carefully, I have a spell that can turn the tide and severely injure both of them at once. Whether it works or not depends on this move. The three of you, raise your magic shields and stand in front of me to provide cover. Make sure they don't notice you."

"..." x3

Those lines sound so familiar; I feel like I've heard them somewhere before. x3

It seems someone else just said that, then turned around and used the three of them as cannon fodder, and then died under the golden light.

"What, have you all become mute?"

Gordon was completely bewildered. He closed his eyes and took a nap. When he woke up, the whole world had changed. The three cannon fodder hadn't been like this before.

On the battlefield, the youth only had an advantage in speed, while their strength was completely inferior. They fought head-on for three minutes straight, and their lack of endurance was exposed.

Without delay, he abruptly retreated from the battlefield, raised his longsword, and burst forth with dazzling light, reminding Gao Wen that he was about to unleash a powerful attack.

You dare to execute justice in three minutes? Do you think you're a giant of light?

Mentioning the Giant of Light, Gawain got a little angry. He had borrowed the Giant's light back then, but there was still no news about him: "Let me teach you what justice really is!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 75 Magic Falling from the Sky

Don't think that just because you're handsome you can get away with not paying your debts. You'd better pay back the money you owe me, with interest!

If I hadn't had all my light borrowed when I was little, wouldn't I be a sunny and cheerful young man now that I'm grown up?

Now all that's left are sand sculptures!

Gawain roared inwardly, drew his sword and charged forward, regarding the golden-glowing youth as a giant of light who owed him something from back then. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Some giants of light may look handsome and sunny on the surface, but in reality, they are all black inside.

Flipping through the files revealed something even more shocking: a complete villain who betrayed his brothers and girlfriends without batting an eye.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He leaps and swings his sword.

Magic: Leaping Slash!

Gao Wen accelerated with three steps, each step creating a burst of dust and air currents. With the last step, he was like a fully drawn bow.

He leaped with all his might, unleashing a magic attack that descended from the sky.

He had not yet mastered magic release, let alone magic shields or the ability to walk on air. He knew that working at heights was extremely risky, comparable to missing a dragon's ascent, with serious consequences.

Under normal circumstances, unless the success rate is 100%, such an aggressive approach as high-altitude operations would not be chosen.

But the young man on the other side was somewhat mentally unstable, obsessed with absolute justice, and would never take advantage of others in distress. You could say he was straightforward, or you could say he was too proud to admit it.

Regardless of the approach, it's essentially handing over an advantage to someone else.

Gao Wen's sense of justice is based solely on results; as long as it brings satisfaction to the people, that's enough. Faced with an advantage that comes knocking on his door, he decisively seizes it and transforms it in an instant.

This sword strike was powerful and heavy, showcasing the beauty of numerical values ​​and perfectly translating into real damage output; the momentum accumulated in the previous battle was now concentrated in this single blow; the gravitational acceleration activated and amplified the weight of the door-panel sword and the roaring runes...

Layer upon layer, the damage is astonishing, enough to crush any defense.

Gao Wenren was in mid-air, his body drawing a sharp arc, his center of gravity extremely high on the sword's edge, like a rapidly falling meteorite, roaring with gale force and rubbing against each other with dazzling red light.

In terms of both momentum and power, this sword strike is impeccable, representing the ultimate display of violent aesthetics.

The young man held his sword to his chest, silently gathering his strength.

In the recent close-quarters combat, he went from being at his peak to losing and was ultimately defeated. Although he suffered from a lack of stamina, he was not much worse than Gao Wen. However, a loss is a loss, and it is an indisputable fact that his momentum was far inferior to Gao Wen's.

Avoid their sharp edge?

It's impossible!

His sword was never dull, so how could he be cowardly at the first defeat? Besides, the justice in his heart wouldn't allow him to do so.

Faced with the magic descending from the sky, the young man did not attack immediately. He waited until his aura reached its peak before suddenly moving, sword in hand, and charging towards the falling meteorite.

At this moment, Gao Wen was less than two meters away from him, which was when the meteorite's destructive power was at its most astonishing.

The young man remained calm, his eyes showing no fear. He was enveloped in golden light, and when he moved, he was like a golden lightning bolt, so fast that it seemed he could tear apart the constraints of space.

With a flash of light, the youth who had been gathering his strength on the ground a moment ago transformed into a straight golden stream of light, flowing upstream and colliding head-on with the meteorite.

Solar Magic: Shadow of Light!

boom!!

When the two forces collide, the air is rapidly compressed, producing a muffled explosion. Visible golden rings of air waves are formed around the point of impact.

A fierce wind howled, flattening grass and bushes, kicking up clouds of dust, and causing the nearby trees to bend backward. Three cars parked by the roadside were flipped upside down, their windows shattered, and they slid along the road.

Gordon and his three companions, who were hiding behind the car, lost their cover and could only raise their magical shields to withstand the fierce wind.

Gordon didn't waste his magic, downing bottle after bottle of potion. When the time was right and his magic power surpassed its peak, he activated the magic granted by the bishop's blessing.