Chapter 125: Magic of Light
Although the "Rock Fist" Weiss's power is amazing, he seems a little powerless in front of Makarov's extraordinary body.
When the two fists collided, the Rock Fist collapsed with a bang, and the broken stones splashed everywhere, like a small meteor shower, stirring up dust all over the sky.
Makarov did not give his opponent a chance to breathe, and his palm opened, intending to hold Weiss in his hand.
Faced with such a threat, Weiss was not to be outdone, and shouted loudly: "You are not Tathagata Buddha, and I am not Sun Wukong!"
Weiss roared, and the flames surging around him were no longer ordinary flames, but groups of surging black fierce fires, weird and powerful, even the air was burned and twisted, like the gate of hell opened, releasing an ominous breath.
Makarov immediately realized the danger of this fierce fire, and did not dare to underestimate it. He quickly adjusted his tactics.
The hand that was originally intended to capture Weiss was suddenly retracted, and replaced by a palm shot in the air.
This palm condensed his life's skills, driving a fierce airflow, sweeping towards the black flame like a tornado, intending to blow away the black fierce fire.
At the same time, this violent force also lifted up a large area of land, and sand and soil mixed and flew, making the entire battlefield even more chaotic.
The battle between the two has entered a white-hot stage, and every move and every style is enough to change the situation.
Makarov's strength and Weiss's wit were fully demonstrated at this moment.
The two stood opposite each other, and no one dared to be careless.
Even in such a tense confrontation, Makarov had to admit in his heart that the boy in front of him was much more complicated than he imagined.
[How many kinds of magic does this kid know. ]
Even though he was well prepared, Makarov was still shocked by Weiss's endless means.
On the other side, Weiss also secretly admired in his heart
[This old man's skills are not like a man in his seventies at all. 】
"Sand Storm!"
With a low shout from Weiss, the ground beneath his feet began to crack as if it had life, and the moisture in the soil was quickly drawn out by some strange force, turning into tiny grains of sand.
The grains of sand continued to gather and expand, and soon, a large piece of sand miraculously formed in the center of a dense forest.
A strong wind followed, mixed with flying sand and rocks, and the entire space was shrouded by this sudden storm.
The two stood opposite each other, with surprise in their eyes but no fear, and the real contest had just begun.
The wind howled, and sand swept across the battlefield like bullets. Makarov protected his eyes with one hand, and his vision was blocked so that he could hardly see the front.
"Humph, you want to fool me with this little trick? Even if I close my eyes, I can sense your existence!"
"Oh? Then I want to see how you deal with this trick!" Weiss's voice came from the wind.
As soon as the voice fell, Makarov suddenly felt the ground under his feet sink, and his left leg went straight into the sand.
"Quicksand!" He knew it was not good.
A strong suction force came from under the sand, trying to swallow him whole. His burly figure became a burden, and the quicksand swallowed him bit by bit.
The swarm of scarabs released by Weiss swept over like a dark cloud, densely covering Makarov's whole body, looking like a thick layer of black gauze.
Each beetle greedily gnawed his flesh.
However, Weiss did not dare to slack off at this moment, "How could this old man be dealt with so easily!"
"Boom"
A dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the pile of scarabs, and countless scarabs were evaporated in an instant, leaving only the smell of burning in the air.
On the sand, a deep pit suddenly appeared, and the terrifying high temperature even melted the sand into a transparent glass-like substance, reflecting golden light.
The figure that slowly rose from the deep pit was Makarov, who had restored his original appearance. He was still surrounded by brilliant golden light, like the arrival of the god of war.
"Haha, too naive!"
Makarov's laughter echoed in the air, and then he began to make a series of complex hand seals, "Rain of Light!"
As his hand gestures were completed, a huge golden magic circle appeared between his hands.
Then, the magic circle continuously fired dense light arrows like raindrops, each of which carried a powerful attack force and shot rapidly in the direction of Weiss.
Weiss quickly raised his hand, and a sand wall immediately stood in front of him, but the light arrows penetrated the barrier effortlessly.
"Mirror return!" As soon as Weiss's voice fell, the light arrows that penetrated were rebounded in all directions by an invisible force.
The surrounding trees were easily pierced, and it was a mess.
Weiss was safe and sound, and a pair of huge palms made of sand protected him tightly in the center.
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"The kid has a lot of tricks."
"Same here."
Wes responded calmly, and with a flick of his wand, the pair of sand palms slapped Makarov like slapping a fly.
"Bang!"
Makarov was agile and dodged the attack easily, but countless hands stretched out from the sand and grabbed him.
Makarov was like a canoe swaying in the rough sea. He was knocked to the ground by a sand palm, and then countless sand poured down and buried him completely.
Mysterious runes quietly emerged on the surface of the sand. Weiss planned to seal Makarov completely in one breath.
However, as the runes appeared, the ground began to shake violently, not only under the feet, but also the entire forest was shaking.
Rays of golden light shot out from the ground, and the light of the seal gradually dissipated.
Makarov's figure emerged from the ground, and his body exuded a powerful magical fluctuation, and everything around him was shattered.
"Boy, you are proud enough to force me to this extent."
Makarov put his hands together and prepared to launch the final attack - "Light Explosion".
As he shouted, a huge light wave swept towards Weiss, and the terrifying power contained in it even made the air tremble.
Weiss concentrated all his magic power on the magic wand, and the tip of the magic wand gradually condensed into a dazzling white light.
When the light wave approached, he pointed the magic wand forward, and a white light streaked through the sky like a meteor, facing Makarov's fatal blow.
The two forces met in the air, accompanied by a loud bang, and a dazzling light burst out, and the entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart by this energy.
The dazzling light once overshadowed the sun in the sky, and the huge shock wave flattened the entire forest, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.
"Cough~ cough~" Makarov waved his arms to disperse the dust around him, but he did not see Weiss in his sight.
