103 Witch vs Wizard

The wizard moved swiftly, a surprise, seeing his wings weren't real but made out of flowers. It made Mei Xue wonder, what exactly was his cultivation road? Given the current evidence provided, and also Li Yinyis' book, it clearly had something to do with the endless expanse of the flowerfield. Imagine the shock she felt (and so did the other customers), upon finding out the true significance behind the fields they started their stories at. It was right under their nose all along, yet they failed to acknowledge it. But how could they? Who in their right mind would be able to guess such a fantastical setting.

Yet, many of her questions were answered at once, and as they did, it felt so obvious. The wizard had become the field itself, as indicated by the martial arts Li Yinyi acquired. If she cultivated it long enough, would she be able to achieve the same feat?

Though he had been scattered around the ground—which explained why the witch was so careful not to damage it—his indomitable will stayed the same, and it called upon other people, who'd in the future end up as the villagers. All this time, he wished for someone to liberate him, though he did not understand the ail he caused.

Mei Xue watched the wizard, as a whirlwind of petals surrounded him, with a rather complex expression.

"This is gorgeous," Lin Zhuyue, certified beauty connoisseur muttered. She was enthralled by the sight of the wizard, every movement he took refined and wise. There was something attention-grabbing about him, now that he had become real. It wasn't the traditional beauty such as Mei Xue, but something completely alien that had no worldly words to describe it.

The others, such as Zhang Yong and Ah Liang, had the same feeling. This was indescribable. In age where there was no CGI and special effects, an age, where they were taught to take everything that their eyes told them as real, the fight between the witch and wizard was something that broke their minds.

The witch was like the devil, she floated in the air through mystical means and created fire without an ignition. The orbs of fire defied logic and reality, as they seemed to have an infinite melting point. She was what nightmares were made of.

On the other hand, the wizard moved like a deity. He had yet to attack, but his movements, as he rode the wind were only reserved for the deities. Generally, humans were never meant to fly—at least so the people in this city and empire believed. The guest had a faint understanding on why a whole cult had begun worshipping him.

This was one of the fights described in ancient myths and legends. To behold such an incredible scene with their very own eyes, the guests were eternally grateful. Just to get a glimpse would help them steady their cultivation. No, it may even go beyond, some feared that if they stared too long, would they suffer from Qi Deviation? Ah Liang asked Shou, "Is it fine if we watch this?"

"It should be," Shou answered. He hadn't cared about stuff like that as to him, they were all low-level, but Si didn't seem like the person to skim on stuff like that.

Even the fight itself was nothing groundbreaking to him, but he still attentively watched as the story and emotion behind it was what made this brother/sister skirmish this unique. Who knew something like this was hidden within this little village? He certainly didn't otherwise he'd have tried to engage in small-talk a lot more.

The wizard dodged to the right, a spear of fire flashing right past him, as it took out a few strands of hair.

"And here I thought we could have a nice long chat," he lamented while stretching his hand out. It corroded, turning dark and dead, though he showed no signs of unwell. "Look at what you have become, a far-cry of who you were. Are you proud?"

The witchs' eye fluttered slightly. It wasn't an expression the onlookers had come to expect from the cold-hearted woman. She may have shown a few emotions here and there, but these were all for a reason. This one, in comparison, appeared so mundane, which made it human at the same time.

The wizard swept his arm, and following it was a dark substance that cut through everything—iron, flesh, air, and space, seemed trivial in the face of its ominous powers. "You aren't the only one with the knowledge of destruction."

"I've. . . learned this from you. . . in the first place," the witch said. She caught the dark substance that followed the wizard's attack. It had no form or texture, resembling nothingness the most. Yet, it moved as if there was life in it and gnawed its way up from her hands to her arm, thoroughly destroying everything it touched. As such, everything below her shoulder rotted away, leaving not even blood to spurt. Her arm—or what was left of it—slowly descended to the ground, landing rights in front of Mei Xue.

"Urgh, this is disgusting," the young lady commented, as she saw the rotten flesh. Those watching on from afar even felt unwell in their stomach.

The wizards' eyes widened a little, smiling. "You cut off your own limb so my darkness won't reach you? What decisiveness. I am proud to have seen you grown this much over the last few centuries." He paused. "Yet I am saddened that we have to fight and I have to put you down."

"Enough small talk," the witch replied to him. Her words had gotten clearer over the course, as she slowly became used to speaking again. However, the hoarseness of her voice never changed. She was still floating in the air, her left limb missing, yet she showed only indifference to this.

"Why not? Is this not a nice family reunion? I wish mom and dad were here to see us," the wizard said with a sad face. "Even in the end, even if you betrayed me, I see you as my sister. If only you could return to my side again."

A great fire broke out right next to the witch, and it assembled around her new wound, and at once, something miraculous happened. The fire, though rough and uncontainable at first, was forcefully tamed by the witch, and it took on a new form replacing the arm she lost as the new one. Though it was created through fire and ember, its intricacy was not lost, as when she tested her new limb, she could move her fingers and joints just as nimbly as before. If it weren't for the obvious bright orange color, and the incredible heat emitting from it (enough to warp its surroundings), one could not tell the difference.

"You. . . have no remorse for what you did at all, do you?"

The wizard marveled at her new creation. She wasn't able to do that before. Clearly, she had refined her cultivation even more. "What are you talking about? Of course, I do. There was still so much I wanted to teach you," he said elated, "You know, spending all these years within the statue, I've been thinking a lot about stuff. I've created some theories, but I have yet to test them. Though if I am correct, maybe we can even bring back mom and dad. Won't that be great?"

The witch didn't reply to him. Her arm continued burning.

"Look at this village," the wizard stretched out his arms. "Over time, so many new people have gathered, and they will certainly be different from the heretics in the past! We can all live together as a family again," he spoke, "Ah, that reminds me, what happened to the pet I had?"

"He's dead." The witch said with a flat tone. "Everyone is dead. The times that you have imagined have long died out," she continued. "And it is time for you to rest as well." Numerous fire drops appeared behind her, burning a hole within the atmosphere. They all launched at the same time, honing in on the wizard.

"Woah!" He escaped by ducking, but the orbs would not stop unless they hit their target. Everything they touched would disappear from the face of this world, it was a deadly technique.

In the end, the wizard could only survive by summoning the black substance around him again, and through that, he created a big curtain which hid everything behind it, and even the orbs that entered this place would disappear into nothingness. In front of his ability, everything was nullified and no attacks or techniques would pass.

As the curtain quickly rescinded, the witch already stood before him, to his surprise. She moved her burning hand and an incredible blaze quickly enveloped him, and burned away. The witch's fire was no ordinary fire, as their destruction could not be stopped unless she willed it so. Not even death could stop it from razing on. Even the wizard, who specialized in nullification and reversal, was not capable of ending the unending.

The wizard burned away, leaving not even ash behind. As the blaze enveloped him completely, their eyes met one more time, until he disappeared, leaving nothing behind. "Sadly. . . over all these years, you haven't learned anything," the witch spoke silently.

"I wouldn't say that. I am a scholar, sis. Learning is my best quality." The petals on the ground moved again. They twisted and turned, and to the witchs' bewilderment, she saw her brother slowly recreate himself, as if time had been rewound.