Fierce Battle Beneath the Lake

As soon as Katarin finished speaking, and the last "do it" was uttered, Skylar opened his mouth and shot out a vast expanse of black mist!

The Ultimate Technique of the Amphimagus Transfiguration – The Squid Ink Technique!

In an instant, the colors of the spells lit up. The eight wizards opposite were not just armchair strategists; their reaction was extremely fast, with almost no hesitation or delay. In a flash, they came up with a countermeasure. While moving away from the area covered by the black ink, they cast various family secrets or their own unique mutated Shield Charm on themselves.

The black mist covered a vast area, and by the time they had all retreated from the area covered by the black ink, there was no trace of Skylar anywhere in the surroundings.

Skylar's voice suddenly rang out, ethereal and seemingly both close and distant. The sound created complex ripples in the water, giving the illusion that Skylar was everywhere. "You're all elite upperclassmen, yet you always like to play the game of ganging up on the weak. Why don't you..."

"Why don't you guys try this feeling too?"

An absolute stillness descended upon the underwater world, but strangely, everyone could feel the water pressure subtly increasing on their skin.

The eight wizards looked left and right, but saw nothing. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water around them, as if some kind of invisibility spell had suddenly failed. Hundreds of Skylar figures slowly emerged around the ripples!

Each Skylar had a different expression: some were laughing happily, some were frowning angrily, some had cruel and crazy eyes, and some were indifferent, as if everything before them was none of their business...

The only thing they had in common was that every Skylar had the same face, build, and clothes, and each of them simultaneously drew their wands and pointed them at them!

Skylar's unique Conjuring Spell technique— Myriad Gods and Buddhas!

Hundreds of Skylar!

What does that even mean?!

Skylar, a second-year student, already completely overwhelmed Gallup in a head-on duel, okay?

Didn't you see? Although their main objective this time was to capture Skylar alive and control him for their own use, they also made a vow before they came that if things didn't go well, they would rather kill Skylar than let him go.

In addition, they sent eight people, each equipped with artifacts that could enhance their combat capabilities in the water. They even set up other traps near the hostages. Not to mention, apart from Draco, they were all senior elite students from families with extensive academic backgrounds. Each of them would have a more than 90% chance of winning against an ordinary adult wizard!

The traps at the hostage site were essentially unnecessary for them; they'd be happy to use them, but if not, they were confident they could overwhelm Skylar with sheer strength. It must be noted that their attitude towards Skylar still carried a hint of contempt, even though time was tight, because their traps had too many flaws.

Especially for Skylar, a transmigrator familiar with the plot, he immediately sensed something was wrong when he saw the strange behavior of the Merpeople Skylar.

Now, these people realized they were wrong, terribly wrong. It was no surprise that Skylar saw through their trap and didn't go straight for the hostages; it was even within their expectations. But the way Skylar appeared was far too visually striking for them.

Most of them were knowledgeable and came from families with extensive learning, and they could tell at a glance that Skylar was not using Human Transfiguration, nor was it some half-baked "half- Animagus" technique, but genuine magic that allowed his body to evolve into some kind of Magical Creatures! The moment Skylar exhaled the black mist, it confirmed their terrifying suspicions.

This is an unknown magic!

This is a completely new kind of magic!

Those who were close to Skylar could clearly feel that the boost to Skylar's combat power underwater was far more terrifying than theirs. The advantage brought to them by the transformation artifact had been negated.

Even more terrifying was the immense pressure Skylar exerted on them underwater. Every drop of lake water stung their skin, as if each drop was repelling them, as if Skylar had become an invincible monarch in the water.

Each Skylar began chanting incantations, filling the water with a dense chorus of chants, varying in pitch and ethereal in their ethereal quality, rising and falling and echoing in the water. The chants were unsettling and terrifying, and what was even more chilling was that the tips of hundreds of wands lit up with hundreds of different colors, like dazzling fireworks about to burst forth with soul-stirring colors.

At this moment, Irina, Miles, and Gallup, all sixth-graders, were deathly pale. Their faces were almost devoid of color, and even their hands holding wands were trembling slightly. Although they didn't want to admit it, they were indeed feeling fear—extreme fear that had completely robbed them of their will to fight. Despair and helplessness were slowly growing in their hearts. At this moment, Skylar was invincible in their eyes!

Gallup couldn't help but recall the horrific experience of being beaten and sent to the Hospital Wing in fourth grade. This time, he was underwater, alone, with no professors to rescue him. His lower body, particularly his fishtail, began to tremble slightly. He struggled to control his stiff tail, barely managing to stay afloat. His lips trembled as he murmured, "W-what do I do?"

In contrast, the seventh-year students, Katarin, Eleanor, Hector, and Lucida, fared much better. Although they also felt a deep unease, they didn't panic. Their anxiety stemmed solely from the fact that Skylar's strength had completely exceeded their expectations, nothing more.

Finally, it was Katarin, with her "Innate Sword Heart," who was the first to regain her senses. She scolded, "Don't panic! This is Transfiguration Conjuring Spell, and these 'Skylar's' are all soulless copies; they can't cast spells!"

Upon hearing this, the group's spirits lifted immediately. Hector exclaimed, "That's right! These can't be real. If he had such abilities, why would he bother with us? A combined wide-area spell would be enough to break through the encirclement of these replicas!"

Each of them used their wands to shoot out jets of boiling water, which would explode upon hitting their target, turning into a large number of boiling bubbles.

While they were busy destroying the replicas, the real Skylar remained invisible, lurking nearby, waiting for his chance. A smirk played on his lips. If these people couldn't even see through his Conjuring Spell, then it would be truly boring. However, judging from their demeanor, could it be that he had scared them so much that they'd lost their minds?

Look at their excitement! It's as if they believe that by destroying all the replicas, they can at least kill Skylar, or at the very least, uncover Skylar true identity. Could it be—

Has no one considered that the real Skylar might not have been among them?

Skylar shook his head at their overreaction, then used the technique of "Silent Formless Casting" to unleash two incredibly concealed spells in quick succession. One was a "Knockback Jinx" to break through their defenses, and the other was Stunning Spell to actually attack them, instantly stunning Gallup.

"An ambush!" Seeing her companion attacked, Irina could no longer contain her fear. She screamed, "Damn it, he's nearby! He's invisible!"

"Calm down!" Hector shouted. "Keep casting Shield Charm on yourselves! Stay close together to reduce the chance of being ambushed!"

Yes, the response was indeed quite good.

Even Skylar, as an enemy, couldn't help but secretly admire Hector. He truly lived up to his reputation as the leader of the Ghosts Society; he remained calm in the face of danger, commanded with composure, and possessed excellent adaptability and leadership skills—a truly talented individual.

However, he was his enemy, and Gemma... Even on the battlefield, Skylar couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, his mind replaying the image of the short-haired prefectural Prefect from his second year, who had shyly invited him to her family's farm for a vacation. His usually icy heart was finally stirred by a slight ripple.

Hector Fawley...

You are a true talent...

Originally, the Ghosts Society was also one of the companies I wanted to recruit...

But you have become my mortal enemy...