The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

Chapter 148 Unscientific

Aiden's eyes darted back and forth between the two men.

"Damn it, what's so great about that? All you got was some mountain bear bloodline!" Skinny Nass said angrily.

Nasser's voice was hoarse from shouting, sharp and shrill, his chest heaving violently, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.

He didn't expect that even after bringing up past relationships, he wouldn't receive a shred of pity.

Narciss's lips trembled a few times, and the expression on his face slowly changed from anger to despair, and finally to a look of defeat. His drooping lips revealed a sense of despondency, and the hand holding his wand loosened a little.

"You can also infuse new blood," the burly Thranduil said, shaking his head.

At this moment, half of his body had transformed into the shape of a bear, making him look extremely bizarre.

His arms swelled to more than twice their normal size, the muscles stretched his clothes so tight they were almost torn, and coarse, grayish-brown hairs grew on his skin, standing upright. His fingers transformed into sharp bear claws.

"My body is not suited for the bloodline modification route," the skinny Nasser shook his head.

Nasser's voice lowered, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Hmm, the weak never have the courage to change themselves." The burly Thranduil unleashed another earth magic spell.

Thranduil gripped his wand tightly with his bear paws, and a dense, earthy-yellow light condensed at the tip of the wand, surging and expanding continuously.

"Zero-ring trick, the fist of earth veins."

Suddenly, a fist-shaped spell erupted from his wand.

The fist-shaped earth vein was half a person tall, and its surface was covered with dense cracks.

With the enhancement of the Mountain Bear bloodline transformation, the earth-based sorcery he unleashed was significantly more powerful than before.

Wherever the fist passed, it ripped a deep trench in the sand, more than half a meter deep.

"Damn it, zero-ring trick, the theory of the wooden vine."

The skinny Nasser, his eyes bloodshot, unleashed a spell that resembled a wooden wheel, aiming it at the incoming earthen fist.

The wooden wheel spun at high speed, so fast that only a green afterimage could be seen, its edges sharp as knives, and it met the incoming attack with a sharp whistling sound.

boom!

The wooden wheel magic was shattered in an instant, completely outmatched by the earth vein fist.

The force of the earth-elemental fist did not diminish, and the wind from the punch made Nasser's clothes flutter loudly.

He was almost pushed backward by the force of the punch.

Thranduil, you are truly heartless.

The skinny wizard Nasser gritted his teeth.

Nasser's body swelled rapidly like a balloon, a blinding white light emanating from beneath his skin, his veins clearly visible, and his entire outline became blurred.

The next second, he exploded, and a violent shockwave of magical power spread in all directions, scattering sand everywhere.

The wizards who were fighting on magical broomsticks around them all quickly moved away.

Several people who reacted slowly were thrown over by the shockwave, flying far away with their brooms, rolling several times on the sand before coming to a stop, their clothes torn in several places.

All that could be heard were screams and curses mixed together.

"Uh, this guy actually went so far as to self-destruct." Aiden's eyes widened.

For advanced wizarding apprentices, if they don't want to live, they can detonate their own brain.

The power of that self-destruction was enough to tear everything within dozens of meters to shreds. Even a wizard apprentice of the same level would be seriously injured if hit head-on, and might even die instantly, leaving no trace of their body.

"Damn it, I wasted so much of my magic power and got nothing at all!" the burly Thranduil said in exasperation.

Thranduil slammed his bear paw down hard on the broom handle, his facial muscles twitching, his chest heaving violently, and two heavy breaths coming out of his nostrils. His bear eyes were filled with anger and resentment.

However, he soon noticed Aiden, who was watching the melon seed not far away.

Thranduil whirled his head around, his bear-like pupils locking onto Aiden's direction. His initial anger slowly transformed into a calculating look, and he gave a meaningful smile.

"This guy seems to be from an opposing organization as well. Killing him will also earn us organization points," the burly Thranduil muttered to himself as he looked at Aiden.

"This guy seems to have his eye on me. What? Is he going to use me as a scapegoat?" Aiden grinned, thinking to himself.

The wind howled around them, and the magic broom under their feet trembled.

"It just so happens that I haven't dealt with an earth-attribute wizard apprentice yet, so I'll have a chance to test whether my earth attribute is stronger or his," Aiden continued to mutter to himself.

His fingers tapped the broom handle unconsciously.

A few breaths later, the burly Thranduil rode his magical broomstick slowly to Aiden's side. He frowned and said, "Kid, you don't seem to be planning on running away?"

When the broom flew over, it kicked up a cloud of dust, making him look like a moving mountain.

"Why would I run away?" Aiden grinned and said.

He even changed to a more comfortable position, straddling the broom with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Not bad, kid, you seem to have some courage. You're the only cannon fodder sent from that Rune Courtyard?" The burly Thranduil said, raising an eyebrow.

He looked Aiden up and down, as if he were examining a worthless piece of merchandise.

"I am indeed a wizarding apprentice at Rune Courtyard, but I don't see myself as cannon fodder," Aiden said, shaking his head.

Although he was smiling, he tightened his grip on the broom.

He was still somewhat curious about Aiden.

After all, this guy was only a mid-level wizard apprentice, yet he's still alive.

You should know that, often, white wizards who don't know each other might just kill you if they don't like you.

For a mid-level wizard apprentice to have made it this far, he must have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.

More importantly, his intuition told him that Aiden seemed to be confronting him without any apparent pressure.

This made him wary.

This kid might be up to something.

Thranduil thought to himself.

His throat moved, and the smile on his face had mostly disappeared.

"I've heard that the wizards of the Mountain Fury are all practitioners of the bloodline school. You seem to have some kind of bear-like bloodline in you, and it seems to enhance your earth elemental affinity," Aiden said with a smile, resting his chin on his hand.

The two of them sat on each other's magic brooms, getting closer and closer.

The distance between the two brooms is less than ten meters.

"Indeed, kid. I'm not patient enough to chat with you here. After all, even though you're weak, I can still get a lot of organization points for taking your head. Meeting you is a small gain for me." The burly Thranduil took out his wand and began to chant.

His voice was deep and rapid, each syllable carrying the heavy weight characteristic of earth, and the ground around him began to tremble.

A yellowish-brown light emerged from the tip of the staff, slowly rotating. Compression filled the air, carrying the earthy smell of soil.

"Chain Trick, Small Earth Spike." As he spoke, a cone-shaped earth-attribute spell gradually condensed.

The soil spikes were about the thickness of an arm, with a rough texture on the surface, and looked as hard as stone.

Across from him, Aiden shook his head, sighed, and said, "You really have no patience. Are you in such a hurry to die?"

He raised his eyebrows.

After saying that, Aiden also took out his wand, flicked his wrist, and several fist-sized pebbles flew from the tip of the wand, whistling as they hurtled toward the other side.

"A series of magic tricks, a falling rock strike."

Although Aiden is only a mid-level wizard apprentice, he has the support of mental runes, so his mental strength is actually not much less than that of a high-level wizard apprentice.

"Let's try a head-on confrontation first, and see where the difference lies between me and an ordinary high-level wizard apprentice," Aiden thought to himself.

"Your chanting speed is quite fast, but your cultivation level is too low," the burly man Thranduil said, shaking his head.

His lips curled down slightly, his expression like that of a teacher looking at a student who had failed a test.

Soon, his earth-attribute magic was fully condensed and flew directly towards Aiden.

Aiden also gathered several falling rocks, sending several smaller pieces of rock crashing into the cone-shaped earth magic.

The earth spikes flew over with a low, buzzing sound.

boom!

A cloud of dust swept by as the two spells collided.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards.

Aiden's rockfall was instantly shattered by the small earth spikes.

The small earth spikes shattered several of the falling rocks in succession.

Although the earth spikes were smaller, their momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Aiden's chest.

"This kid doesn't have any trump cards up his sleeve. I was just too cautious. But consider it a lucky find," the burly Thranduil said, shaking his head.

He was in a good mood. His shoulders relaxed, and his disdainful smile returned to his face.

However, just a few seconds later, something unexpected happened before his eyes.

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Suddenly, a flaming dagger appeared in Aiden's hand, which he slashed directly at the remaining small earth spike with half its power.

The dagger was entirely red, with flames flickering on its blade.

"Is this kid crazy?" the burly Thranduil exclaimed, dumbfounded.

His mouth was wide open, and his jaw almost dropped.

"Although my small earth spike isn't very big, it still has considerable power. If thrown outside, it could shatter even a 5-meter-thick granite structure, let alone this little dagger in front of him," the burly Thranduil said, shaking his head.

He crossed his arms and waited to see Aiden get blasted away.

At this moment, Aiden shook his head with regret and said, "The gap is still too big. I threw three rockfalls, but I still couldn't break his small earthen cone. It seems that if there is a slight difference in the mental strength between wizards, it is difficult to make up for it with numbers." Aiden continued to shake his head.

"In that case, we'll have to try the runemaster's methods. Fire magic doesn't really have a counter-relationship with earth magic, but it should be fine for dealing with the remaining half of the earth magic."

With that, Aiden swung his red-hot dagger directly at the nearby earthen cone.

The moment the flaming dagger collided with the earth spikes, a piercing screeching sound exploded out.

Flames erupted from the dagger, engulfing the entire earth spike.

Stone fragments kept flying from where the dagger's blade touched the soil spikes.

Click click click!

An unpleasant, teeth-grinding sound appeared before my eyes.

Aiden's flaming dagger exploded. However, the magical earth cone in front of him also shattered.

The impact of the explosion pushed Aiden backward a considerable distance, his clothes were blown against his body by the blast wave, and his hair flew backward.

But the person landed steadily on the broom without even wobbling.

"Not bad. It seems that a simple slash from a runemaster can barely break through a wizard's combo spells that are not of the same attribute. If they are of the same attribute, they will be covered by my magic resistance and will be no match for me at all." Aiden thought for a moment and said seriously.

While Aiden was still in a daze, the burly man Thranduil opposite him was already dumbfounded.

The disdainful smile on his face froze completely, his eyes widened, and his lips trembled slightly.

"How is that possible? You blocked my magic attack with just a dagger? This is no child's play!" the burly Thranduil said speechlessly.

His voice changed tone, from low and deep to sharp and shrill.

"You're smart," Aiden said with a smile.

His lips curled upwards, a smile carrying a hint of provocation.

However, Aiden was already riding his magic broom, and he pulled out a flaming dagger, slashing it straight at the burly Thranduil.

Thranduil, the burly man, was terrified and could only barely pull out his wand, conjuring an earth shield in front of him.

His hands trembled so badly that he almost dropped his wand, and the earth shield solidified crookedly with cracks on its surface.

Click!

The earth shield shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground. The remaining force of the flaming dagger struck Thranduil's chest, burning a large hole in his cloak and causing a searing pain in his flesh.

"Damn it!" Thranduil, the burly man, said through gritted teeth.

His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, his face turning bright red.

The burly Thranduil pulled a magical artifact from his cloak and crushed it.

The moment the prop was crushed, a yellowish-brown light surged from the fragments, condensing into a semi-transparent, thick shield in front of him. The shield had rock-like patterns on its surface, and it forcefully pulled the Flame Dagger back into his hands.

Aiden raised an eyebrow in front of him; he hadn't expected this guy to have such decent magical items.

"You're out of luck, buddy. At that close range, you probably won't even be able to cast a single spell." With that, Aiden continued slashing.

His wrists moved rapidly, slashing the earthen shield with each strike, each one accompanied by flames, igniting a blaze of fire.

After a mere ten seconds, the earthen shield that the burly man Thranduil had created with his magical artifact was already on the verge of collapse.

Thranduil, on the other hand, complained bitterly.

Click!

The earthen shield cracked in the middle. The crack quickly spread across the entire shield surface, then shattered into a pile of earthen debris with a crash, and the remaining flames engulfed Thranduil's raven.

"It's not scientific at all, not scientific at all."

His crows were blackened by smoke, and he looked utterly disheveled.