Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 591 - 506: The Gap Between People



Chapter 591: Chapter 506: The Gap Between People

Jeming recalled his mission before losing consciousness and immediately took out the Magic Network Terminal from his personal spatial equipment.

He extracted the detailed coordinates and energy readings previously recorded regarding the suspected enemy headquarters and surrounding troop movements, submitting them as intelligence.

Soon, the terminal responded: [Intelligence received, preliminarily verified as high-value. Reward: Low Level Military Merits, 700,000 points.]

A significant income, but for Jeming now, it was only icing on the cake.

He was more concerned about the utility of the intelligence.

Viola glanced at the terminal screen and shrugged: "Sadly you were in a coma these days, causing a delay in submission."

"About the vague coordinates of their headquarters, similar intelligence has already been submitted by many a few days ago, and through cross-validation, the general area has been pretty much locked down. Yours is more precise, but less valuable than the initial ones."

"Next, it’s about conducting a dragnet search within a spherical area with a radius of ten million kilometers around their headquarters to see if we can unearth those ’missing’ High Tier Wizards."

Jeming nodded, unsurprised that other wizards would think of this search plan.

Every wizard is a cunning person; if he thought of scouting the enemy’s range, others certainly could too.

"The ’midfield area’ between us and the enemy headquarters has basically been plowed several times by reconnaissance forces from both sides, without much discovery." Viola continued, "It seems those guys indeed deployed their ’trump card’ to a farther depth, most likely the rear of the enemy headquarters."

Jeming frowned: "Wouldn’t that be even more troublesome? We are already at a disadvantage in terms of power and now we have to divide our forces, leave the frontlines, and go deep into enemy territory for a search, the risk is too high."

"That’s true, but the risk of searching behind enemy lines is also a problem faced by them." Viola was indifferent, "This is an open scheme, it’s about who hides deeper or whose ’trump card’ activates faster."

"So next, small-scale, high-intensity elite reconnaissance and hunting will become the norm." She glanced at Jeming, "What about you? What do you plan to do when you’re healed? Stay in the rear doing your research or..."

Jeming hardly hesitated: "Once my injuries stabilize, I plan to continue carrying out reconnaissance missions."

Viola raised her eyebrows: "You almost died outside... No, strictly speaking, an ordinary wizard would have been completely dead by now, you still dare to go?"

"Dangerous, but the rewards are also substantial." Jeming smiled, then moved his almost recovered arms a bit, "Moreover, real combat truly speeds up the digestion of gains."

Jeming could feel that although he was severely injured this time, his spiritual power and physical strength had significantly improved.

Especially the soul, although considerably damaged, the Body Refining Technique’s adaptive evolution is constantly causing the soul to rapidly enhance.

Once the soul wound heals, the spiritual power might barely catch up with the flesh’s strength.

Viola pouted, refraining from any further persuasion.

The path of wizardry is one’s own choice, no one else has the right to interfere.

"As you wish, just remember to be careful. It’s not peaceful outside now..."

"Don’t worry, I will definitely pay attention to the Sixth Level Wizards." Jeming replied, visibly frightened.

The clash with that Sixth Level Wizard made him deeply understand the gap in levels.

Even with so much preparation, the final outcome was technically a loss, he only counter-killed the opponent thanks to one hand defying all odds.

Therefore, unless for an absolutely necessary reason or having absolute confidence, Jeming is not willing to confront Sixth Level Wizards head-on again.

"Of course you have to be wary of the Sixth Level," Viola shook her head, "But what I want to remind you of is those Fifth Level Wizards."

Under Jeming’s puzzled gaze, she elaborated: "You’ve been out for a long time, not very clear. Due to the escalation of the battles, many Fifth Level Wizards from both sides are fighting savagely outside, some particularly fierce ones have already made names for themselves."

"They might not have the strength of Sixth Level, but at the Fifth Level, their combat skills, witchcraft combinations, and adaptability have reached their peak, even able to maneuver and escape under Sixth Level Wizards. These people are collectively known as ’Elite Fifth Level’."

She began naming them as treasured names: "For example, ’Shadow Eclipse’ from the Tower of Annihilation, proficient in spatial assassination, is said to have severely injured a Sixth Level Wizard who is not adept at perception and then retreated safely; the Chaos Secret Sect has a madman called ’Flesh Painter’ who turns biological transformation into an art form, able to instantly assemble from battlefield remnants temporary monsters with combat power comparable to Sixth Level..."

Jeming listened intently, these were invaluable pieces of intelligence.

"...Oh, and recently, the most troublesome one in the Chaos Secret Sect, named ’Saint Heir’." Viola’s tone had a hint of seriousness, "This guy is essentially their Fifth Level Wizard’s face card."

"Most of the other Elite Fifth Level Wizards are running from Sixth Level, but he, with the assistance of four other wizards forming a joint casting array, can go head-to-head with a Sixth Level Wizard for a short time without losing ground. Several of our reconnaissance squads got trapped by him, including one led by a Sixth Level Wizard, all got entangled with him, allowing others to escape."

Saint Heir?

Jeming’s expression immediately turned odd.

He remembered that guy surrounded by four witches, with a condescending gaze, claiming to be the Saint Heir, eventually overwhelmed by the Fire Extinction Divine Light from fifty Black Giant Priests.

Viola didn’t notice Jeming’s expression and continued: "Recently, this guy’s movements have been erratic, but he poses a considerable threat; if you encounter him on the outskirts, better to flee immediately or seek reinforcements, don’t even think about..."

"Um..." Jeming hesitantly interrupted her, "Senior, the ’Saint Heir’ you’re talking about... isn’t he quite handsome, always followed by four witches who are very respectful to him, like maids? The main combat method is the four of them linking their spiritual power to supply him energy, allowing him to continuously cast witchcraft nearly at Sixth Level power?"

Viola paused: "How do you know? You’ve encountered him? Being able to return alive means you’re lucky... wait."

She looked at Jeming’s expression mixed with awkwardness and a bit of reluctance, and suddenly a ridiculous idea flashed through her mind, her voice unintentionally rose by eight degrees:

"You wouldn’t have..."

Jeming blinked and nodded somewhat sheepishly: "If no one is impersonating... before being rescued, I accidentally seemed to have dealt with him. Including his four maids together."

The treatment room suddenly became dead silent.

Viola’s beautiful silver-gray eyes widened instantly, her mouth slightly open, and the expression on her face, mixed with shock and bewilderment, almost froze.

"Ah?!!"

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