Wizard Earl

Chapter 539 Harboring Hidden Intentions

"Snap..."

The purple token, a mentally enhanced item in Kararov's hand, was extremely powerful. However, after helping Kararov withstand so many mental attacks from Connor, it was now weakened by this mental attack amplified by the mental power of the silver pendant. The token made a crisp sound, and cracks appeared on its surface.

However, Kararov couldn't care less about the purple token in his hand at this moment. At this moment, a blue-black six-pointed star magic circle began to condense beneath his feet. Like Connor, Kararov was also an alchemist. He could tell at a glance that the magic circle was condensing beneath his feet. Kararov's chubby face immediately turned serious, and a powerful energy field appeared around him as much as possible to stop the magic circle from condensing beneath him.

While trying his best to prevent the formation from solidifying, Kararov's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. If he could use those wings of light now, he could easily use them to teleport away from Connor's formation. But with his concerns, he could only resort to this method.

Compared to the helpless Kararov, Connor, who was currently casting a spell to accelerate the formation of the magic circle, was expressionless, just like Kararov. However, a cunning and smug glint appeared in his eyes. Why didn't he use the Castia Magic Circle to trap Kararov in the first place? Because this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for!

When Connor first started fighting Kararov, he had already made a mental assessment. Although Connor was reluctant to admit it, he had to admit that if he had tried to trap Kararov in the Castia magic circle from the beginning, the chances of success would have been ridiculously low. And even if he had managed to trap Kararov in the magic circle, with Kararov's golden gauntlets and his powerful strength, the Castia magic circle would most likely not have been able to stop him.

Since he couldn't trap or stop him, there was no point in using his trump card, the Castia Magic Array, against Kararov from the start. So, after a quick consideration, Connor decided to hide the Castia Magic Array and wait for an opportunity. After seeing Kararov's wings that could teleport, Connor felt even more fortunate about his decision. As long as Kararov flapped his wings, his magic array would definitely not be able to trap him!

This concealment has lasted until now. Now that Kararov has expended so much energy, and because of his agreement to not use the Light Wings spatial teleportation, there's no doubt that now is the best opportunity to use the Castia Magic Array. Connor's eyes are fixed on Kararov; he's assessing the feasibility of putting an idea into practice…

At this moment, Kararov's face grew darker and darker as he watched the blue-black magic circle beneath his feet slowly solidify at a visible speed, despite his best efforts to stop it. His gaze toward Connor also turned gloomy. He knew that he had been tricked by the young man in front of him. This young man, who was only old enough to be his grandson, was actually more cunning than he was!

As an alchemist, although he was not completely trapped in the magic circle, through the current confrontation with the Castia magic circle, Kararov had a clearer understanding of the power of the magic circle beneath his feet. Judging from his current mana consumption, once he was trapped in the magic circle, it would be very difficult for him to get out, and he might even be trapped and killed in the magic circle.

Realizing this situation, Kararov was filled with resentment towards Connor, but he tried his best to keep his mind calm. He had thought of several ways to get out of his current predicament, but he had rejected them all because they were unlikely to be successful. After thinking it over, Kararov felt that the only way to get out of this situation completely was to use his Light Wings to teleport!

Seeing Kararov's increasingly resolute gaze, Connor sighed inwardly. He knew Kararov had made his decision. To prevent Kararov from becoming desperate and escalating the situation, Connor could only regretfully loosen his grip on the spell. He only needed one more minute... no! Thirty seconds. Even if Kararov tried to use his light wings for spatial teleportation again, Connor was confident he could trap Kararov within the magic circle and kill him within Castia's magic circle!

Kararov's wings of light were powerful, but once trapped in the magic circle, Connor truly didn't believe that Kararov could teleport out. The idea was good, but Kararov's decisiveness turned it all into disappointment.

Sensing the loosening of the magic circle beneath his feet, Kararov's face lit up with joy. He immediately wanted to break free from the magic circle's hold. If he hadn't truly had no other choice, he wouldn't have wanted to use his Light Wings to teleport, since if he moved, his wife, the blonde woman, would inevitably be shot dead by Antonella's revolver standing to the side. However, Kararov also knew that if he were trapped in the magic circle, the two of them, without any restraint, would not hesitate to kill the blonde woman as well.

"Boom boom boom!"

Having finally freed himself from the loosening magic circle, Kararov unleashed three golden fist shadows with his left hand, clad in a golden gauntlet, at the blue-black magic circle beneath his feet. Taking advantage of the opening created by the golden fist shadows, he successfully escaped from the Castia magic circle. However, before Kararov could even rejoice, Connor, who was standing to the side holding a silver pendant, narrowed his eyes and instantly locked onto Kararov with his mental energy, launching another full-force mental shock at him.

"Bang!"

This time, Connor's mental attack hit Kararov, and the purple token, a mental artifact item on Kararov's body that was already cracked, shattered instantly and became completely useless. Not only that, without the protection of the purple token, Connor's mental attack also caused Kararov a lot of pain. A painful expression appeared on the middle-aged man's chubby face, and blood flowed from his nose and ears.

Despite suffering a setback at Connor's hands, Kararov was still incredibly strong. He endured the pain and landed steadily near the blonde woman. He looked at Connor and Varga with a gloomy expression and confronted Connor without saying a word.

At this moment, Varga, who was holding a revolver, saw Connor injure Kararov with a mental shock. A hint of undisguised joy immediately appeared on her pretty face. She looked at Connor with a questioning look in a very subtle way.

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(End of this chapter)