Chidori Lightning Strike
"You're still trying to bluff!" Morgan roared. "Stop using sweet talk to stall for time. You're a man, and you must die here today!"
"Shadow of the Magic Dragon, heed my command! Stand in the Trapped Dragon Full Moon Formation! Today, even if you risk your lives, you shall not let this person leave!"
"Here! Form the formation!" The shouts of over a hundred people rang out simultaneously, and the black aura emanating from their bodies suddenly spread out in all directions, connecting the figures of the hundred people into one, creating a spectacular sight. Their figures were hidden in the black aura, but the faint sound of footsteps could be heard, clearly indicating that they were setting up a formation to surround Skylar.
"Tsk tsk," Skylar's eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure, "It's actually war magic! To witness this long-lost magic today, this trip was definitely worthwhile."
"Barbarossa, Voldemort, ignore this kid's nonsense, let's go!" After saying that, the three of them stood in a triangle, subtly surrounding Skylar in the middle, sealing off all his space to dodge and move.
"Hehehe," Skylar sneered, "You think you can just start a fight like that... Since you say I'm alone, then tell me, how am I alone!"
With a slight sway, Skylar's figure suddenly transformed into a hundred Skylar in the blink of an eye!
Skylar's unique Conjuring Spell technique— Myriad Gods and Buddhas!
Every "Skylar" wore the exact same clothes as Skylar, even the shape of the wand in his hand, and even the ancient and distant aura were exactly the same.
As expected of a thousand-year-old witch, Morgan only hesitated for less than a second before reacting, coldly saying, "Just Conjuring Spell! I admit your Conjuring Spell is almost indistinguishable from the real thing, but these soulless clones can't cast spells. Besides scaring people, what use are they?"
Although this wasn't the first time Skylar had used this technique, it was the first time it had been shown in public. Only Draco, Eleanor, and his prisoners had witnessed his previous demonstration, so it had become a new move for Morgan and the others.
Morgan said this, but seeing Skylar unleash another hidden technique made him uneasy. After all, Skylar's Conjuring Spell, at this level, could make him quite troublesome even without practical combat ability. Just think, he couldn't distinguish Skylar's true form at all, and could only wait for the opponent to make the first move and reveal his true form. Wouldn't that be handing over the initiative in the battle?
Moreover, if Skylar is determined to escape, his hundred clones will scatter in different directions, making it difficult to intercept them. After all, none of the three of them have the confidence to challenge Skylar individually—they must stay close to each other at all times, otherwise they will be defeated one by one by Skylar!
"Barbarossa!" Morgan called out sweetly.
"Let me do it— Raging Tides!" Barbarossa swung his wand dramatically from top to bottom, and a spectacular stream of water shot out from the tip of the wand. With the change in his gesture, it transformed into a giant wave as high as a small mountain, sweeping over the hundred Skylar with the force of a tsunami.
Indeed, area-of-effect magic is the best way to deal with multiple enemies, but could Skylar have overlooked this?
Morgan gritted her teeth, her eyes flickering uncertainly. In some ways, she and Skylar were the same type of combat wizard—strategic wizards. They were accustomed to planning carefully before acting, devising a highly effective set of tactics based on the enemy's characteristics and strengths. Therefore, unlike Voldemort and Barbarossa, who relied entirely on combat awareness and intuition in their duels, she thought more than all of them combined.
At that moment, at least a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but she had an inescapable sense of Grim. She had a feeling that from this moment on, they had fallen into Skylar's battle rhythm.
Damn it, why did this happen?
Despite making thorough preparations, gathering a vast amount of intelligence, waiting in comfort, and overwhelming the enemy with superior numbers—
Why must we fight so humiliatingly?
In a flash, a Black Shadow appeared in the middle of the giant wave. Morgan's eyes narrowed, vaguely sensing that it was some kind of bird-shaped object, and it looked so familiar...
The giant wave seemed to have been pierced by the Black Shadow, transforming into a beam of white light completely invisible to the naked eye as it hurtled towards the three of them, with Morgan was standing at the very front, bearing the brunt of the attack.
Unable to see clearly what it was, Morgan dared not use spatial magic to teleport, nor dared she use defensive magic to take the hit head-on. She slightly turned to the side, took a few steps back, and flung the golden ring on her left wrist. The golden ring emitted a long metallic tremor, suddenly splitting into two, then into four, then into eight, and finally transforming into thirty-two golden rings, which went straight towards the direction of the white light to intercept it.
Crackling sound—the white light emitted a sharp, piercing cry, as if a thousand birds were chirping at the same time, crashing into the first golden ring. Then, white electricity shot from the first golden ring to the second, and then from the second to the third. Each shot seemed to accelerate, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached Morgan.
"It's you!" In a flash of inspiration, Morgan suddenly recognized the creature. It was none other than Ravenclaw's summoned creature Aquila. Ravenclaw was of noble birth, and among the Four Founders, she was the most aloof and arrogant, rarely appearing in public, let alone engaging in actual combat. However, the name of this summoned creature still spread throughout that era, which showed that it must possess unimaginable power.
Morgan used the Levitation Charm to accelerate his retreat while waving his wand. More than a dozen iron chains radiating a scarlet aura burst from the ground, forming a net that attacked Aquila, determined to bind her.
Who knew that the white light clinging to Aquila was some kind of strange thing, possessing astonishing thrusting and penetrating abilities. Normally, these magically enhanced iron chains, whose hardness was comparable to the Black Gold of the Goblin Ancestor, broke at the slightest touch in front of Aquila, proving utterly vulnerable.
This piercing power... is the rarest of all elemental magic—lightning magic!
Morgan, as expected of a thousand-year-old witch with rich combat experience, could react instantly with a mere thought. She bent down, plunged her wand into the ground, and cried out in a sweet voice, "Firm as a Rock!"
A rumbling sound suddenly rang out in front of her as she inserted her wand, and a wall of earth shimmering with a faint golden halo rapidly rose up in front of her, blocking her way. To block the all-pervasive lightning, nothing is more effective than the most stable and immovable element: earth.
Voldemort and Barbarossa were no pushovers either.
They seized the opportunity, bypassing Morgan and the stone wall from the left and right, and rushed towards the opening in the giant wave, unleashing their most powerful magic inside.
Avada Kedavra!
"Corrosive Arrow!"
Two loud bangs sounded, as if a huge explosion came from behind the giant wave. This was the sound that only occurred when a spell hit its target. Voldemort and Barbarossa both showed joy on their faces.
"Done!" Barbarossa's lips curled slightly as he coldly said, "It's nothing special."
"That's not necessarily true..." Morgan's face remained unsettled, his gaze fixed solemnly on the black hole in the giant wave.
At that moment, the massive tsunami wave, the size of a small mountain, had just crashed onto the ground.
What happened?
The ground was covered with puddles after being violently impacted by the giant waves.
But Skylar still stood there unharmed; this is what is meant by --
One hundred Skylar.