Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1366: Section 1367 At Odds Over a Single Phrase
 

Although in his memory, Brufen should have been a fat man, he had also seen what Brufen looked like when he was thin. So, when Angel felt someone watching him, he turned his head and immediately recognized both Brufen and Winchester.

However, what puzzled him was that Brufen appeared not to have recognized him, so why did that Winchester keep his gaze focused on him?

Could it be that he saw through the Yan’s Disguise Technique?

Only now did he finally understand.

Winchester’s gaze was constantly focused on the lobe of his ear; as a Fire Transmuter, what he recognized was not him, but the Flame Mark on his earlobe.

Brufen looked at Angel in confusion and then at Winchester, “What exactly are you talking about?”

“Don’t you feel it?” Winchester said quietly, staring at Angel, “Although the fluctuation is very subtle, I once sensed it clearly in Lassudral, so even if it’s extremely concealed, I can still feel it distinctly.”

Brufen was still in a daze, not understanding what Winchester was saying, but the mention of “Lassudral” made his expression turn serious.

“This is the fluctuation of the Primeval Flame.”

As soon as Winchester finished speaking,

Primeval Flame? Brufen reacted immediately, looking at Angel in surprise, “Could it be that you are…”

Before he could say Angel’s name, a terrifying pressure started to emanate from him. Whether the person in front of him was Angel or not, the correct choice was to control him first.

As the pressure released, over ninety percent of the people on Demonic Materials Street collapsed, trembling and looking towards the source of the pressure.

The others were merely affected by the pressure, but Angel was at its center.

However, Angel did not lose the ability to move, and even his expression did not change.

Behind Angel, Nausicaa, although also not fallen, was half-kneeling on the ground, barely holding on but having lost the ability to fight.

As for Lyon… Angel’s peripheral vision had already noticed that Lyon had not only collapsed on the ground but also started to bleed.

Smelling the faint scent of blood at the tip of his nose, Angel’s eyes suddenly became dark and gloomy.

Brufen was puzzled as to why he seemed unharmed at the center of the pressure, but when Angel’s eyes changed, Brufen suddenly had a bad feeling flash through his heart.

Owing to the unremitting presence of the Calamity Curse, such premonitions had been frequent of late, so Brufen was not unfamiliar with them.

What really befuddled him was why a mere change in gaze could bring back the foreboding feelings?

“This place is still under the law enforcement jurisdiction of Sky Mechanical City, aren’t you worried about the Enforcement Squad?” a cool voice broke the silence, reaching Brufen’s ears.

All those affected, but who could still move, also turned their gaze towards the voice.

They saw the middle-aged man confronting Brufen begin to blur slowly, like smoke being blown by the wind.

As the smoke dispersed, a scruffy, greasy appearance vanished, revealing an attractive young man dressed in meticulous noble attire.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Although the pressure suppressed their ability to speak, the shocked and questioning look was deeply etched in their expressions.

Two events have been most popular and discussed among them in Sky Mechanical City recently. One was the New Star Contest; the other was the core figure reported extensively by “Glowing City Night Talk”—Angel.

And now, the true identity revealed by the middle-aged man was indeed Angel!

“Could that really be Angel?” “How could Angel appear in Sky Mechanical City?” “And who are those two confronting him?”

A stream of questions emerged in their minds, yet the vast majority didn’t see a bright outlook for Angel’s situation.

After all, this was Wizard Level pressure!

However, just when they were worried for Angel, the real Angel’s lips suddenly moved.

Angel didn’t speak but used the Spell of Whispering to Nausicaa behind him, “Take Lyon back to Fangling Hall in a bit, I’ll come find you guys later.”

As soon as the whisper ended, before Nausicaa could respond, she heard Angel’s voice again, but this time not whispering to her but speaking to Brufen with a voice full of cold indifference,

“Since the Enforcement Squad has not yet arrived, I shall take the liberty to enforce the law myself for once!”

As his words fell, Brufen’s heart began to pound furiously.

He had already sensed Angel using the Spell of Whispering and had a bad premonition. Why was Angel, at the center of the pressure, unaffected and still able to use tricks?

And at this moment, that bad premonition reached its peak.

Just as Brufen was about to speak, Angel’s figure nearby suddenly vanished.

“So fast!” The thought had barely formed in Brufen’s heart when he immediately sensed something wrong. He turned his head sharply, only to see that Angel had appeared behind him at some point.

Brufen tried to activate his bloodline instinctively, but before he could do so, Angel’s fist struck toward his chest.

An intense sense of danger made Brufen dodge with all his might. Though the fist didn’t hit his chest, it still landed on his stomach.

Like the sudden boom of spring thunder, everyone heard only a muffled crash, and Brufen was sent flying like a cannonball.

It wasn’t until he crashed down dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust, that he finally landed.

At the same time, the oppression caused by Brufen was instantly lifted. Yet, even without the oppression, no one else dared to make a sound, let alone move.

They all stared at Angel with eyes full of surprise and shock. Among these people, many were jealous of Angel and had even secretly hoped that Angel would be punished by Brufen. But now, no one dared to entertain such thoughts, and they even avoided making eye contact with Angel.

How could Angel have brought down an Official Wizard? Could it be that he had already become an Official Wizard himself?

All kinds of thoughts churned in everyone’s minds, including Boli’s.

During the conversation between Brufen and Winchester, Boli finally recognized who Brufen was. The nickname “Black Sugar Follower” was indeed famous within the Alchemy Circle, but this was the first time Boli had seen Brufen looking so frail.

It was because Boli recognized Brufen’s identity that she naturally began to worry about Angel.

Brufen was from the Frostmoon Alliance, and they were now openly searching for Angel. Although they used the very mild term “inviting Angel,” everyone knew that there was definitely no good intent behind it.

Now that Brufen and Angel had crossed paths, would Angel be forcibly taken away?

However, Boli had not expected that the outcome would be completely unexpected. Angel, when confronted by Brufen, was not only unafraid but had knocked Brufen away with a single strike?

Was this really the Angel who, according to the rumors, was still an Apprentice?

Could an Apprentice leap over such a great barrier and pose a threat to an Official Wizard?

Boli looked at Angel with shocked eyes, her mind teeming with thoughts.

Angel, however, was not concerned with how others were viewing him but was preparing to pursue Brufen. Just as he was about to make a move, Winchester suddenly stood in his way.

“Angel, don’t misunderstand. We just want to talk to you…”

Before Winchester could finish speaking, Angel had already turned into a swift arrow, carrying boundless force as he charged forward.

If Winchester didn’t get out of the way, Angel wouldn’t mind striking him first.

Winchester indeed did not step aside. He did not actually want to fight Angel. Rather than have a dispute with Angel, he would prefer a peaceful solution. Of course, if he could study the Primeval Flame for a few days, that would be even better.

However, now that Angel had made his move, Winchester had no choice but to respond.

In Winchester’s mind, Angel’s previous successful strike was nothing but happenstance, combined with Brufen’s own misfortune. But when he truly started fighting with Angel, he realized that it wasn’t the case at all.

Winchester didn’t use his oppression because he clearly sensed that it had little to no effect on Angel. Instead, the one releasing the oppression would consume more energy.

In such a situation, it was better to fight directly.

But the more he fought, the more uncomfortable Winchester felt.

As a Fire Transmuter, he naturally had an advantage against wizards of the three major frameworks. However, it was difficult to be effective against Angel.

The main reason was the Flame Mark on Angel’s earlobe, a symbol of a higher being that could absorb most of the fire attacks.

Winchester’s original plan was to use his Talent to alter the nature of the Flame Mark. But after testing it, he realized he couldn’t do that at all because the Primeval Flame nurtured that Flame Mark, or rather, was protecting it.

While Winchester could alter the nature of flames, he had no way of dealing with the Primeval Flame, the original fire.

Even when he cast fire spells on Angel, they were greatly weakened as a result.

It could be said that when facing Angel, Winchester’s strength was inherently halved.

Meanwhile, Angel’s physical body was incredibly strong due to some unknown Bloodline integration, so much so that Winchester had yet to penetrate it. Plus, Winchester himself was spitting blood from time to time, which affected the quality of the fight, and thus he was unable to do anything to Angel.

Although Angel’s physical body was strong, his attacking methods ultimately lacked variety, and he could not inflict significant damage on Winchester in a short time.

Therefore, the battle fell into a stalemate for a while.

While they were fighting, the others finally dared to move, but all they did was run to a safe area. None of them left but watched the battle with excited eyes.

It was Nausicaa who took a deep look at the two figures in the sky that were impossible to track and then quickly left Demonic Materials Street with Lyon in tow.

Previously, when she was in the Infinite Battle Tower, she had hoped Angel would reveal his strength. At that time, she thought she might be able to catch up. But now, she realized that Angel had definitely held back then.

The gap between them might now be too vast to even describe as a chasm.

Yet, Nausicaa was not discouraged. She was happy for Angel’s increased strength. However, she had her own life to live, and her goals differed from Angel’s; there was no need for lateral comparisons.

Seeing Nausicaa leave, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. His impulsive action against Brufen earlier was partly because Brufen had first used oppression, but also because his brother Lyon, due to being associated with him, happened to be in the center of that oppression and was affected by it.

This irritated Angel, which is why he made the first move.

Now that Nausicaa had taken Lyon away, Angel’s only concern was gone, and he was much more relaxed.

Whether to continue fighting or to leave was now up to him.

Meanwhile, Brufen, who had been knocked down by Angel’s earlier attack, had also recovered his senses. He looked at Angel, who was tussling with Winchester in the distance, with eyes filled with more anger than surprise.

He pondered for a moment, then decided to release the Alchemy Creature he had recently synthesized in his alchemy workshop…

However, before Brufen could make a move, his shoulder was tapped.

Brufen jumped in fright, turned his head, and saw a burly figure standing behind him – one he hadn’t noticed arriving.

“You are… the Mad Bear Sabo?!”