Two-Winged Gold Sorcerer

At the Red Mist Bar Café. "Don't chicken out! Hurry up and kill Yaxiu! How can you stand him being so arrogant?" "Aren't you a serial killer? How could you just let yourself be talked down like that?" "This batch of death row inmates is the most cowardly bunch I've ever seen!" Seeing the scarred man lower his hands, many patrons groaned in despair. They were all sharp, having foreseen from the trial setup that conflict would inevitably erupt among the death row convicts, and had placed hefty wagers on the bet that the condemned would slaughter one another. Now that the scarred man had actually been persuaded by Yaxiu, their bets were in serious danger of going down the drain. "Still, this Yaxiu kid is pretty interesting. Can we watch him on the Blood Moon Trial a few more times?" "I'd rather see the expression on his face when he becomes the Redeemed. That's bound to be amusing." "Is it too late to find someone to reserve whole blood from him and the elf? My mouth is watering a bit." "It's not like there are no Blood Saints in the prison, and there isn't even enough for them. Why would they leave any for you? Reserving whole blood... If you reserve hemorrhoid blood, you might get a drop or two." Sipping a drink alone, Lorence watched Yaxiu Heath on the light screen, suddenly recalling an incident from the past. It had been several years ago. Before he had undergone the blood-exchange ritual, back when he was still a student at Kaimeng University, someone had handed him a flyer in the Second Canteen. He vaguely remembered it was a student mutual-aid club whose core tenets were "Courage," "Wisdom," "Life," and "Joy." At that time, however, he had been close to graduating, so naturally he hadn't shown any interest. Lorence didn't know why this memory had surfaced. Yet when he looked at Yaxiu Heath once more, an elusive trace of... warmth rose in his heart. His hand, poised to cast a vote, couldn't help trembling slightly. ... *We're the ones who should leave?!* Although it sounded faintly reasonable, looking at Yaxiu's smug face, every condemned inmate felt thoroughly stifled with frustration. It felt like standing in line for an hour only for someone to tap your shoulder and say, "You're in the wrong line; you should head over there—now let me cut in and take your spot." Furthermore, thinking it through, that route wasn't viable anyway; after all, there were still Executioners on their smaller platforms. The Purging Flame was a mere itch to Yaxiu and Valkas, but to them, it was like someone scraping at their brain tissue! "Or maybe there's a better way," another gaunt man holding a dagger spoke up sinisterly. "Once the voting phase ends, before the Executioners cross over, we kill the two of you right away. That way, the Executioners won't come over at all." "Right!" "Restrain the two of them first!" "Seize them, chop off their limbs, and shove them into the sea once the voting ends!" Yaxiu cursed inwardly. His current combat prowess was barely a sliver above an ordinary person's; taking part in death matches was one thing, but with all restrictions lifted, how could he possibly take on a mob of vicious, hulking sorcerers? From a distance, Nagu shouted at the top of his lungs, "Although the prison cannot intervene during the trial phase, I advise you all not to slaughter each other! Causing bloodshed under the blood moon will only compound your crimes! It's not too late to stop and repent! Don't harm Yaxiu Heath—just let him wait quietly in my boots for the judgment to fall..." *The boots, my boots...* Nagu stomped his feet in an anxious frenzy. *Ruckus is fine, but don't mess with my boots! Whatever you do when fighting, make sure not a drop of blood gets on them!* Just as Yaxiu was shivering at the edge of the large platform while the death row convicts closed in step by step, a whistle of wind suddenly sliced through the air beside him! *Clang!* A sword slash tore through the ground between Yaxiu and the crowd, gouging three feet deep as sword qi hummed in resonance! "You... wish to capture me?" While everyone's attention had been fixed on Yaxiu, Valkas had stepped onto the large platform without a sound. Picking up a longsword from the ground, a casual flick of his wrist had unleashed crisscrossing sword qi! Yet Valkas's intimidation failed to deter the convicts. The man with the dagger ran his tongue along the edge of his blade and sneered, "So what if you're a sword sorcerer? There are six of us and only two of you... Besides, it's not like the rest of us aren't sorcerers!" With a flicker of silver radiance, flowing Silver Wings unfolded behind the dagger-wielding man's back, ripples of potent sorcery power undulating outward! Silver Wings! The outward manifestation of a sorcerer's sorcery power, the mystical medium through which mortals touched the laws! Only a weary traveler who had voyaged ten thousand li across the Sea of Knowledge could possibly condense Silver Wings! Someone like Yaxiu right now couldn't even condense a single feather, let alone Silver Wings. Though the dagger man's Silver Wings weren't very long, judging by their size, he had voyaged at least two or three thousand li across the Sea of Knowledge—he had likely been a sorcerer for quite some time! Although the scale of one's Silver Wings wasn't directly linked to combat power, the more complete the wings were, the further the sorcerer had sailed across the Sea of Knowledge. It meant they had witnessed more sorcerer inheritances, encountered more fortuitous encounter islets, and slain more knowledge creatures! At the very least, Yaxiu was certain he couldn't defeat this dagger man one-on-one! The other convicts snorted coldly, each unfurling their own Silver Wings. Even the ogre had a stubby set the size of chicken wings. The one with the most complete Silver Wings was surprisingly Harvey the necromancer. His wings were nearly fully unfurled, likely just a short distance shy of a ten-thousand-li voyage. Catching Yaxiu's astonished gaze, Harvey offered a genial smile, his eyes beaming with enthusiasm. Yaxiu blinked. *Did spending the afternoon together make Harvey decide to accept me as a good bro?* Yet looking closely, Yaxiu suddenly recalled that when Harvey talked about handling corpses in the past, that exact same geniality and enthusiasm had appeared on his face. Yaxiu's expression darkened at once. *Fuck, could it be that Harvey hasn't handled a fresh corpse in days while locked up in prison, and wants to seize this chance to scratch that itch on me?* Still, they were truly doomed this time. As a sorcerer who had only entered the Void Realm a few days ago, carrying nothing more than a single Substitute sorcery spirit on him, how could he stand against six Silver Sorcerers? Even with Valkas added into the mix, there was no way they could win— *Clang!* Like the resonant chime of a drawn blade, the sound of wings spreading rang out, and a dazzling silver-gold brilliance smothered the Silver Wings of the six convicts! Valkas's Silver Wings were fully unfurled! Every single feather was like a dancing firefly, and every beat seemed to distort the laws of reality! Compared to Valkas's flawless Silver Wings, Harvey's wings were like expired goods dragged out of a dusty storehouse—and in fact, that was truly how it looked. Under the silver radiance of Valkas's perfection, Harvey's Silver Wings withered noticeably, as though ashamed of their own dingy grayness. Not only did he have flawless Silver Wings, Valkas even possessed a dazzling, magnificent stub of Golden Wings! A Two-Winged Gold Sorcerer! Valkas was a traveler of the Void Realm who had completely finished the voyage across the Sea of Knowledge, broken through the limits of knowledge, summoned a two-winged sorcery spirit, and successfully ascended to the Time Continent! "Now then, do you still think two people can't defeat six?" Hearing Valkas's mocking words, the dagger man forced a smile that looked uglier than weeping. He tried to hide behind the others, only to find everyone backing far away from him. Left with no choice, he lowered his head and said, "Mr. Ur, I was only joking just now. Please..." "Not funny." "...Please forgive me..." "Kowtow. Break the skin on your forehead, and I'll forgive you." Without a second word, the dagger man slammed his forehead straight into the ground, making even Yaxiu wince in sympathy. After three kowtows, his forehead split open, blood trickling down both sides of his nose, making him look utterly pitiful. "Mr. Ur, is this acceptable?" "It's an ugly sight, but your sincerity is passable. You're off the hook." The dagger man let out a breath of relief and scurried to the side, not daring to utter a single threat, cowed to the point of servility. Yet everyone could understand. After all, the man was a Two-Winged Sorcerer. Even if swarming him together might give them a fighting chance against a Two-Winged Sorcerer—was there any need? Only the dagger man had offended Valkas. Why would anyone risk life and limb against a sword sorcerer—the strongest combatants at mid-to-close range—all for the sake of an inmate? Wasn't selling out the dagger man so much sweeter? The dagger man knew this as well: if Valkas wanted to kill him, the others would stand by and watch or even cheer. Cowering was his only way to survive. Yaxiu quickly walked over beside Valkas, folded his arms, and looked down at this bunch of cowardly death row inmates. *Hmph, look how formidable the two of us are.* "Consider us even." Valkas's words caught Yaxiu off guard. "What?" Without turning his head, Valkas said, "If not for you just now, I might still be standing on the steel wire." Yaxiu blinked. "Oh, that. I did it for myself; it's not like I went out of my way to help you." "Regardless, I've repaid that debt of gratitude. Don't blame me for what happens next." Yaxiu froze. "What are you going to do next?" "What else can I do?" Valkas sneered, flicking the blade of his sword. "Live like a maggot, fly like a fly, and fight like a dung beetle." Yaxiu realized what he meant and summoned the light screen's live broadcast channel. [Current highest vote-getter: Valkas Ur, 244,623 votes.]