Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 291 - 260: Jealousy

With the terrifying firepower network constructed by the "Great Light Appearance," Jeming finally forcibly stabilized the precarious battle situation, gaining a moment to catch his breath.

He immediately diverted a part of his mind and swiftly scanned the entire battlefield.

His gaze first turned to the high sky.

There, what was supposed to be a battle of sheer power level was locked in a strange stalemate.

The severely injured Fourth Level Wizard and the Third Level Wizard Levin Mills were in a fierce exchange of energy, the emitted shockwaves twisting the surrounding space, making it seem as if the sky was on the verge of collapsing from their fierce duel.

However, Jeming observed for a few seconds and his brow slightly furrowed.

"...So weak."

This was his most direct and objective assessment in his heart.

It was not arrogance, but a fact.

The Fourth Level Wizard in the sky was simply a "showpiece" with nothing but strength!

The battle skills and control over his own rules were astonishingly poor.

Not to mention compared to a normal Fourth Level Wizard, he might even be easily overpowered by many seasoned Third Level Wizards.

Jeming saw clearly that the other party was undoubtedly using the Spatial Ability, but his method of application was crude and savage, lacking any finesse.

He was fighting purely relying on instinctive energy tier suppression.

Jeming even thought that the precision of the Mutated Spider-Snake Monster he had captured in controlling spatial abilities might surpass this Fourth Level Wizard by a few degrees.

In contrast, Levin Mills, though the specific direction of the "Life" rules he mastered was unclear and his application not profound,

had rich experience and endless means, managing to firmly suppress this Fourth Level Wizard who had only strength, dominating the entire situation.

If not for the inherent strong fundamental attributes of a Fourth Level Wizard, Jeming had no doubt that this seemingly grandiose battle would have long since ended.

While Jeming was analyzing the battle situation, below, Jack seized the opportunity created by his companion’s sacrifice!

Having transformed into a humanoid Mechanical Giant, he completed a brief charge, and a mix of witchcraft beams, infused with terrifying energy, like a roaring Giant Dragon, tore through the air, bombarding straight towards Jeming.

This blow was comparable to the full power of a Third Level Wizard!

However...

Jeming did not even think of moving to dodge.

With a slight move of his mind, the giant "Great Light Appearance" behind him suddenly lit up.

Countless energy barrages poured out like a torrent, not in a chaotic attack, but under Jeming’s precise control, converging and colliding in a specific area in front of him!

The energy bullets that were originally used for attack, under his manipulation, formed a dynamically reactive barrier in a state of intense energy reaction.

Boom!!!

Jack’s full-powered blow crashed hard into this furious energy area, like a mud ox disappearing into the sea.

The beam filled with powerful energy slammed into the "Reactive Armor" formed by energy bullets and was quickly decomposed and neutralized amidst a series of continuous micro-explosions, ultimately failing to shake Jeming even a bit.

This effortless defensive method, along with Jeming’s relaxed and carefree expression, completely enraged Jack and the others.

Their attacks became even more frenzied, yet they still could not break through that destructive energy barrage.

In such an intense battlefield, Jeming’s attention was surprisingly drawn by another question.

As he maintained the terrifying output of the "Great Light Appearance," he actually opened his mouth to ask Jack directly, as if in casual conversation:

"Senior Jack, I’m really curious. Back then on the square, why did you specifically invite me?"

Although Jeming still didn’t know their specific purpose until now, it was very clear that Jack and his companions aimed to hunt Wizards as prey.

Then... it’s still a matter of cost-effectiveness.

If they were looking for prey, a First Level Wizard would be much easier to deal with than a Second Level Wizard.

Indeed, from the subsequent recruitment by Jack, it was evident this was the case.

Thus, Jeming was puzzled.

However, when Jeming asked his question, he overlooked another matter.

His relaxed demeanor was completely at odds with the life-and-death battleground around him, as if he were simply having an ordinary inquiry.

This was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation.

Jack and his companions’ faces twisted with anger, their attacks became even more violent, yet yielded negligible results.

After a moment of silence, perhaps trying to find a flaw in Jeming’s emotional state, Jack hoarsely asked Jeming a question: "Do you remember the question you asked me a few days ago?"

Jeming was taken aback, and after recalling it, he nodded slightly.

Of course he remembered.

Back then, after witnessing the astonishing transformation of a corpulent wizard, he had asked Jack why the originally fat, now emaciated wizard resorted to such a self-destructive technique.

At that time, Jack didn’t answer directly.

Now, with a roar filled with countless grievances, he gave the answer:

"Because he simply couldn’t learn any better techniques!"

"Jeming! Not everyone is a favored one of heaven like you! Not everyone can so easily master those profound knowledge like you do!"

"As a genius, have you never wondered why you never heard my name mentioned by Professor Clark?!"

"Because even though I luckily chose the most promising ’Logistics Element’ with some guidance from my parents, I lack the wisdom and aptitude! I’m not even qualified to call myself Professor Clark’s disciple to the outside world! I’m just an ordinary apprentice!"

His words were somewhat beside the point, but Jeming had already understood the answer to his previous question.

— It was "jealousy".

The opponent, embittered by his own mediocrity, was insanely jealous of the talent Jeming displayed.

Therefore, when choosing "prey," his subconscious drove him to fixate on the dazzling Jeming in the square.

"So that’s how it is..."

Having figured everything out, Jeming suddenly chuckled softly, a certain inexplicable doubt in his heart quietly dissipating.

This laughter completely pierced the fragile nerves of Jack and his companions.

"You look down on me?!"

They roared, their attacks becoming even more frenzied, yet they were still firmly suppressed by Jeming’s manipulation of the "Great Light Appearance," making them appear even more wretched.

Jeming’s laugh was not out of contempt, but rather he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The Wizard World always seemed too cold and rational, rational enough to betray and slaughter without a burden for profit, leaving Jeming with a constant sense of alienation.

However, Jack’s recent eruption, filled with personal emotions and irrationality, made him clearly realize that even in this world, so-called "rationality" is often just a facade.

He couldn’t help but recall Amy and Victor from the past. Even though the emotions displayed by both were entirely different, the core essence was the same.

Underneath the shell of rationality, hidden are still vibrant souls that can cry and laugh, that can be jealous and angry.

Feeling enlightened, even his control over the "Great Light Appearance" became a bit more fluid and sharp.

With the ebb and flow, Jack and the others were beaten back step by step, barely holding on with a Fourth Level Witchcraft Artifact, but the signs of defeat were evident.

The final straw that broke them was the conclusion of the flanking battle—the remaining Black Giant, with the several heavily injured First Level Wizards, at the cost of another fallen comrade, finally took down the last two enemy Second Level Wizards!

The tide of the battle completely turned.

Soon, amidst desperate and unwilling roars, Jack and his group were annihilated one by one by Jeming and the remaining wizards.

Someone tried to escape, but in their panic, ran into the twisted spatial turbulence nearby, instantly tearing their body and soul apart.

The ground battle temporarily came to an end, but Jeming dared not relax at all, frowning deeply as he looked to the sky.

The aerial battle also reached a conclusion at this moment.

The result... was the catastrophic defeat of the Fourth Level Wizard!

That figure was seen plummeting like a meteor from high in the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

He struggled a couple of times, ultimately unable to rise due to his severe injuries, and could only glare furiously at Levin Mills, who was slowly descending from above.

Levin Mills, at this moment, had no time to concern himself with the defeated subordinate.

Even though his wounds were healing rapidly with the Power of Rules, the massive tear on his wizard robe caused by the Spatial Blade, the large stain of fresh blood, and the intense fluctuations of his soul essence, all indicated the heavy price he paid to defeat this "imperfect" Fourth Level Wizard.

Levin Mills’ gaze crossed the ruins, meeting Jeming’s from afar.

Silence spread through the swirling dust, leaving only the crackle of leftover energy.

Jeming grinned, showing a cold smile, breaking the silence first: "How about we each retreat?"

Levin Mills was silent for a moment, his icy gaze sweeping over the still slowly rotating "Great Light Appearance" behind Jeming, exuding a disconcerting energy disturbance, before shaking his head slowly and resolutely:

"...No!"