Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

"A bunch of cowards hiding their heads."

There are a total of 16 thrones in Danaila, with 12 going on the expedition, while the enemies shockingly have 24 thrones, exactly twice their number.

The enemy thrones share a distinctive feature, which is deep-level disguise; even when in their true king form, they never reveal their real faces. Their masks, face coverings, and visors stand out conspicuously.

"Brother Ivan, do you dare to compete with me, to see who gets rid of their opponent first?"

At this moment, Ivan and others also revealed their true king forms like gods and demons, each exuding a mighty aura that resonated with the surroundings, turning them vibrant and colorful.

Compared to years ago, his true king form had undergone significant changes.

Still clad in a black robe, his white hair floated like insect whiskers, with long and sharp hands extending from the wide sleeves, surrounded by hazy mists, standing at an imposing height of 86 meters, 20 meters taller than when he first ascended.

He stood there as the king of that region.

The true king form of a throne most reflects one's own power, demonstrating the changes in his strength over the years.

Many people noticed this scene, including the Barbaric Hammer throne from the giant tribe. Suddenly interested, Barbaric Hammer issued a challenge to him.

"In the face of a great enemy, I dare not play around."

Ivan had no interest in this at all.

"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Barbaric Hammer was reluctant but did not wish to disrupt the greater plans. Glancing at the dragon banner in Ivan's hand, he quickly added, "By then, let's not use the Original Force Treasures."

Ivan did not respond, as the great battle loomed; he had no leisure like his counterpart.

The personnel from the Ash Plane were more numerous, capable of opposing them two-on-one, and in fact, that was exactly what they were doing, sending two thrones to kill one throne from this side.

In other words, Ivan needed to face double the enemies.

Even though the situation was rather adverse, he did not hesitate, brandishing his Ten Thousand Dragon Banner as he charged forward, daringly confronting the two towering enemies ahead, both a hundred meters high.

Gray skin, fiery red hair, with a pair of demon horns atop the head, standing a hundred meters tall, clad in dark red armor, with Rule Power related to flames.

These were the common characteristics of the thrones from the Ash Plane, like cast from the same mold, not reflecting the true unity of a true king form, clearly undergoing some form of disguise.

Barbaric Hammer's statement about them hiding their heads was not wrong.

"Rumble and roar."

Ivan had long heard of the Ash Plane's weirdness and dared not be careless at this moment. He opened with his most powerful weapon, the Ten Thousand Dragon Banner, greeting them.

The weapons in the hands of the two enemies were different; one wielded a spear and broad shield, while the other held a long knife and round shield.

Their actions complemented with blazing sparks and dense black dust, as if ignited; besides this, they seemed quite ordinary.

'What's going on?'

As the fight began, Ivan immediately sensed that the enemies were not as strong as initially expected; by Danaila throne standards, these two appeared relatively weak.

Overall strength was weak.

Rule power was weak.

Original Force Treasure was weak.

To put it aptly, they were barely hovering around the bottom line of a throne, and even with the enhancements provided by the Ash Plane, Ivan felt they were not even as good as the Breaking Calamity Extreme Turtle of the Extreme Beast Plane.

"Haha, turns out to be a bunch of showy but useless stuff. No wonder they dare not reveal their true faces."

This underlying fact was exposed as soon as the bout began, and just as Ivan could sense it, others could as well. Barbaric Hammer rudely mocked, his voice spreading far and wide.

The party from the Ash Plane reacted indifferently; no one paid heed to his words, only intensifying their actions.

Ivan and the others certainly wouldn't hold back, each displaying the style of Danaila, striking their opponents as if crushing falling flowers. Even when the opponents fought two-on-one, they still felt inferior.

However, the higher the strength level of a being, the harder it is to fully slay them, especially since the opponent was on their home ground, silently supported by their large plane, providing a near-endless supply of power.

Ivan and others were not anxious about this.

In a conflict between two major planes, the outcome largely hinged on the ancients and supremes.

As a large plane, the Ash Plane certainly had its own ancients and supremes, currently fighting amidst ceaseless light, with even the Dusk Battlefield trembling occasionally.

"Old thief of Dark Mountain, you Danaila are merely destitute, yet dare to covet my Ash, not fearing a repeat of the scene from ten thousand years ago. This time, there's no another Mother of Earth Core to shield you."

"And you dare bring up ten thousand years ago. This time, we are here to avenge the great hatred of ten thousand years ago, to avenge Mother of Earth Core, determined to grind you into powder."

The Ash Plane had an ancestor, honored as 'Shadow of Annihilation,' holding the authority of the Ash Plane.

The two faced off, standing on distinctly different ground; one, all stony and barren like a dim new continent, the other, blazing with flame tide, presenting yet another world.

It was as if two worlds collided when the two ancestors clashed, a terribly terrifying sight.

"Old thief of Dark Mountain, don't push it."

"And if I do bully you?"

"Then don't blame me for perishing with you."

"Heh, just you?"

Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain came prepared, and just as anticipated, Shadow of Annihilation had unresolved old injuries, making it the perfect time to unleash a beating, having held the upper hand from the start.

Thus, Shadow of Annihilation was in a very uncomfortable position.

One-on-one, on his own turf, yet getting crushed—it was such a humiliation!

Seeing the opponent being aggressive, Shadow of Annihilation began to talk tough. If he didn't see the hint and back off, there'd certainly be an outburst.

Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain doubted he had the grand courage and fearlessness of the Mother of Earth Core, rather, he mocked with undisguised disdain, hitting even harder.

"Old thief of Dark Mountain, you brought this upon yourself."

Shadow of Annihilation's eyes glowed red, looking as if infuriated, then revealed a resolute smile, and suddenly exploded, an unprecedented destructive force spreading wide, violently sweeping the surroundings.

"Good timing."

Faced with this, Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain showed no change in expression, nor did his actions falter, shielding himself while guiding the explosive destructive force to impact the entire Dusk Battlefield.

Obviously, he wanted to break the blockading Dusk Battlefield in one fell swoop.

Under the turmoil of terrifying destructive power, the Dusk Battlefield suddenly seemed like a boat in a storm, anytime likely to capsize or even shatter.

Beneath the Dusk Battlefield.

Under this unprecedented impact, the vast space seemed to descend into an end-of-the-world dusk, the world signaling impending doom, which the people below immediately understood.

"Haha, you have lost, prepare to die!"

"Take my sword."

"Kill!"

The Danaila side was greatly encouraged, unleashing their strongest techniques.

Ivan was no exception; he hadn't expected the upper-level actions to be so swift and decisive, settling the situation in a short time, but he understood now was his time to strike.

Further activating his Ten Thousand Dragon Banner, his Multi-phase Power became grander, his actions fiercer, and his techniques more abundant, attacking the two in front of him continuously.

These two were already reeling under the assault, barely holding on, and now their defense became even more strenuous.

Soon, they found themselves on the brink of peril.

"Thinking of perishing together?"

"A mere wishful thought."

Ivan suddenly noticed the two preparing to use more brutal methods; he couldn't just watch. He leapt forward, sweeping his Ten Thousand Dragon Banner, smashing one of their heads into a pulp.

That one instantly turned to ashes, their entire being dissipating into nothing.

The other couldn't stop in time and exploded with a bang.

"Something is odd."

Ivan wielded his Ten Thousand Dragon Banner broadening the flags massively to ward off the oncoming violent power, which didn't disappoint him, absorbing most of the force, the scene akin to rivers pouring into an ocean.

Amid the center of chaotic power, Ivan remained unmoved, showing little joy of defeating his enemies, instead displaying a doubtful expression.

These two were likely not dead, but rather escaped in this bizarre manner.