Bzzzz—
Rumble!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Golden sunlight blossomed within the secret chamber. The ancient castle let out a pained groan as layer after layer of the translucent pale-yellow Mountain Shadow surrounding it was crushed apart by the aftershock of the punch. The shattered fragments of magic automatically adhered to the next protective barrier, only to be crushed apart again, then adhere once more, repeating over and over. Only at the final layer did the mountain-shaped barrier barely remain stable, preventing the shockwave from destroying Hogwarts Castle.
The aftershock from a mere punch was already this violent.
Let alone Slytherin, who had taken Reinhardt's full-force strike head-on after he went berserk.
The colossal figure, more than twenty meters tall, faced a golden wave of light no bigger than a bean to it and seemed to become a doll piled from sand. It held on for only a few breaths before shattering with a bang and turning into dust that filled the sky. Even the thick black clouds overhead were torn open by the violent upheaval, exposing the dazzling sunlight behind them.
Reinhardt's blurred figure stood in that beam of golden sunlight, his aura seeming to blaze.
"—Terrifying!"
Yellow Flower Cat crouched by Zheng Qing's ear, watching the scene before it with clicking admiration. "As expected, every cultivation system has something to commend once it reaches the Archwizard stage... With that one punch, any Archwizard whose true form hasn't condensed to a certain degree simply can't withstand it... They might not even have time to utter a spell before being blown apart."
Zheng Qing nodded with lingering fear.
"—No wizard would be stupid enough to engage a warrior in close combat, would they?"
At some point, Hagrid had squeezed back into Zheng Qing's protective barrier. He pointed at their surroundings. "Right now,