Chapter 195 - You Can Be Proud Of Yourself

Chapter 195: You Can Be Proud Of Yourself

Absolute Zero was a platinum-tier ice-elemental spell, and it was not only that. The essence of the spell was to control magical elements; it used space and time to freeze them. It was considered a fusion spell because the Golden Flash had that spell. Therefore, Watson was very familiar with it.
“You mastered a high-tier spell? Absolute Zero?”
Sylvan seemed a little surprised. Watson, he thought, was already excellent enough to be on the verge of platinum at that age. He had not expected Watson to be so knowledgeable about platinum-tier spells. He had underestimated his adversary. Unfortunately, he did not realize it until it was too late.
Sylvan extended his right hand toward Watson. The dragon-shaped flames around his body immediately flew in the direction of Watson in an attempt to stop the cold air’s approach. Unfortunately, it was useless. The thick and long fire dragon flew more than ten meters in front of Watson before it began to collapse and shrink; the flames had weakened. It was only the size of a hand when it came in front of Watson, and the boy blew on it.
Kacha, Kacha.
The sound of freezing rang out, and the ice permanently trapped the flames.
Who had ever a flame that encased in ice? The fire that was no longer burning was like a work of art in the center of the ice block.
Cold breath spewed from his mouth. Watson’s hair and brows were encrusted with frost. His body could not endure that even as a gold-tier warrior.
Even as a spell caster, he had ended in such a state. Sylvan, who was in the middle of the attack, was in an even worse predicament. A layer of frost had formed on his garments and limbs before the flame on his body was extinguished. He gritted his teeth. That forced Sylvan to retreat rapidly. He enhanced the transfer of the magical power, but it was still ineffective in slowing the spread of ice on his body.
“Wait, Watson, let’s pause that battle for a moment.”
“Lord Sylvan, you initiated the conflict, and now you want to stop it. Don’t you think you talk too much? Unfortunately, I do not intend to quit until the winner is determined. I recently learned a platinum-tier fusion spell, and I’ll let you test its power—Silvermoon of Endless Reincarnation!”
Watson chanted a difficult and mysterious language. It was not the present-day language but a language from 10,000 years ago—the Loen language. No one in the room understood it. They could only sense the power in those words.
The language was swift and smooth, and Watson quickly completed the spell.
The sky’s original flaming red tint faded and was replaced with a silver-white color. An enormous illusory moon that spanned for hundreds of meters appeared in the midst of the silver-white light. Sylvan’s movements were slowed when the moonlight gathered into a pillar and surrounded him. The moon was clearly visible at the foot of the Dragonspine Snow Mountain.
Sylvan’s body was encased in frost, and the ice on his body swiftly thickened at that instant, thanks to the illusory moonlight. He had turned into an ice sculpture before he could resist it. He looked lifelike inside the ice sculpture as he maintained his escape posture.
“What? Lord Sylvan lost?”
Nightingale opened her mouth wide as she gazed at Sylvan’s ice sculpture. She wished she could say something, but she could not. She felt a chill in her spine, and her thoughts became foggy; it was difficult to think. The moon in the sky seemed to have dragged her spirit away. The majority of the Shadow Guards were like that as well.
The moonlight shone not only on Sylvan but on everyone in the room. The light engulfed everyone, magical beasts and the astrologer alike, and their ability to think and move had been reduced.
The astrologer was the first to lift the restriction. A layer of brilliant starlight was found on his body, and it obstructed the moonlight in the sky. He flashed in front of Watson and stared at him strangely; Watson felt goosebumps all over his body.
“Master, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Watson, you know the Loen language from 10,000 years ago, and you even know how to use it to chant a spell. I have studied the Loen language for a long time, but even I could not do that. How did you learn to do that?”
He was the most knowledgeable mage in the kingdom; how could Watson know something that even he did not know?
The Loen language was distinct from their language then. It was a powerful language. A spell cast in that language was more powerful than a typical spell. That had something to do with the essence of magic, which by nature, sought resonance with the world through its own magical elements and the manner it was chanted. The language was merely a vehicle for resonance. The degree of resonance between various languages and the world varied.
For example, dragon language magic, unique to the dragon race, was far more potent than the magic that humans had mastered. That was because the dragon language was older, more mysterious, and more powerful than human language.
The Loen language was one of the most powerful of all languages. After all, that was the tongue in which the gods previously conversed. Unfortunately, it was too old, and most of the language was lost. Aside from the language, the astrologer was shocked by the platinum-tier spell that Watson had unleashed. He had not taught Watson such a potent spell. Perhaps Sylvan had done that?
The astrologer turned to face Sylvan and promptly discarded that notion. Sylvan was frozen. How could it have gotten so bad if he had taught Watson that?
“Master, from whom did you learn the Loen language? I accidentally learned it while I was gazing at the content on the ruins’ walls.”
“Accidentally…” Those words stung the astrologer; he held his forehead and sighed. “Alright, let’s just take it as what it is.”
He might not have trusted Watson a few days earlier, but after he saw what Watson had done, he no longer had any qualms about that. His apprentice was a brilliant student who could learn everything in an instant. He had even figured things out by looking at the Loen language. Was there an issue with that?
“That kind of language has an enormous impact on the development of magic in the kingdom. I need to find an opportunity to ask Watson for the complete version of the language.” The astrologer made up his mind and immediately felt a little emotional.
He had not taught Watson in a few days, and then he had to learn from his disciple. He was not a qualified master.
“Master, we can talk about the runes later. Let’s solve the problem in front of us first! I just learned the spell to freeze the border count. I’m not very familiar with it, so I can’t undo it. Do you have a solution, Master?”
Watson’s voice interrupted his thoughts. When he looked up, he noticed Watson pointing to the frozen Sylvan nearby. He looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was worried that Sylvan would die.
On the one hand, he wanted to test the spell that he had just learned. On the other hand, he felt that the border count was too powerful, so he did not hold back. He did not expect he could freeze the man so easily. According to the Silvermoon of Endless Reincarnation’s description, the moon in the sky would absorb Sylvan’s soul and become stronger. It would be weird if he accidentally killed Sylvan.
“Don’t worry about him. He is not that weak,” the astrologer said indifferently.
“Yes, I am not that weak to be killed by a child.”
The voice came from behind him. Watson’s pupils contracted. He turned around and found a slender hand in front of his eyes. It quickly enlarged, and a finger tapped on his forehead heavily. With a muffled sound, Watson took more than ten steps backward. He felt his mind go blank, and his soul was about to be separated from his body.
“Watson, this is payback for the spell you cast on me. If I did not know the Time Stripping spell, that attack might have injured me! The only person on the entire border who can force me to that extent is you, Watson. You can be proud of yourself.”
Watson struggled to shake his head. He raised his head to see Sylvan standing in front of him. His purple hair had become white and had a faint glow. Even though his lashes and brows had assumed the color of light, they twisted upward in a way that defied gravity. The Absolute Zero spell that sealed Sylvan had already turned into a sea of ice fragments.