Chapter 363 – Ovakin's Final Kill

Witnessing five compact scrolls radiating blinding magical brilliance materialize simultaneously, Punk immediately halted all spellcasting and activated the Anywhere Door fixed on his Mage Robe.

It must be said that Ovakain was truly a formidable Master-Level Caster. His methods were utterly unconventional, including his trump cards which bordered on absurd. Though Punk knew Ovakain was likely an enchanter and conjurer specialist, and that using scrolls to “pay-to-win” in critical moments was plausible… the scrolls the black dragon now employed still managed to surprise him.

Master-Level Scrolls! The highest grade! Crafted specifically as strategic weapons, each could be traded for a small city’s worth of Gold Coins. Yet here was Ovakain deploying five in rapid succession.

That alone would be remarkable, but… sensing the mana fluctuations from the five scrolls, Punk discovered something even more alarming.

“Mana Compression! These scrolls contain spells enhanced through Mana Compression!”

Watching the five scrolls begin radiating surging spell energy, Punk once again realized he had underestimated this “monster” Ovakain.

They were both casters – if Punk could master metamagic techniques, naturally Ovakain could too. Though the black dragon might not wield metamagic in combat as skillfully as Punk, that didn’t prevent him from incorporating mana enhancements when crafting scrolls.

Spells augmented with metamagic existed in a completely different league from ordinary spells. With this power-amplifying technique applied, the five scrolls floating before Ovakain’s chest instantly escalated from “dangerous” to “lethally dangerous.”

“Villains who dare violate my sacred domain, victory shall forever remain beyond your reach!”

Accompanied by the black dragon’s taunting threat, five beams of hazy white radiance erupted simultaneously from the scrolls.

“Master-Level Conjuration Spell – Bigby’s Crushing Hand¹“… Quintuple Cast!

Five enormous energy hands over five meters tall materialized, slamming toward Punk with mountain-shattering force. Indeed, all five of Ovakain’s massive palms targeted Punk exclusively.

“Damn it! Unfair! Why focus solely on me?!”

No sooner had Punk stepped through the Anywhere Door than he faced an incoming “wall” composed of five Bigby’s Hands. The utterly unexpected scenario nearly stunned him.

As the sole “high-intelligence” caster in their three-person team, Punk knew he’d be Ovakain’s primary target. Still, he never anticipated the black dragon would prioritize attacking him over dealing with Jiaoni, who was hacking with increasing frenzy right beside the dragon’s head.

Through the translucent energy of Bigby’s Hands, Punk even glimpsed Jiaoni breaching Ovakain’s final protective barrier, the Holy Warrior’s golden blade already striking the black dragon’s foreclaw.Yet even so, the great dragon ignored the blood gushing wildly from the wound on its right claw and turned its head, opening its maw wide toward him.

“ROAR”!!

Like a tidal wave, the Dragon Breath followed “Bigby’s Crushing Hand” as it flew toward Punk. This was the full-force breath of Ovakain, renowned as “Acid Throat.” With the dragon’s breath combined with the imminent “Bigby’s Crushing Hand,” Punk found himself trapped in a deadly setup—one that Ovakain had orchestrated at the cost of having one of his claws severed by Jiaoni!

“Bigby’s Crushing Hand is one thing, but… getting hit by that Dragon Breath would mean certain death. It’s a waste to use my trump card this early… but there’s no other choice.”

Faced with the impending doom, Punk felt no fear or panic—only further calculation and analysis. As a spellcaster who no longer experienced emotions like fear, even watching the colossal hand that crushed space itself hurtling toward him didn’t stir any unnecessary feelings. After all, everyone who had reached the Master-Level had a few hidden cards up their sleeve.

“Bigby’s Crushing Hand” was an extremely lethal, purely offensive spell. Even among the violent spells of the “Bigby’s Hand” series, “Bigby’s Crushing Hand” ranked among the top. The massive hand descending from the sky moved at a terrifying speed of fifty to sixty times the speed of sound, its enormous attack area making evasion nearly impossible. Most troublesome was that its assault could simultaneously distort space, so when those five sky-obscuring hands slammed down together, Punk couldn’t use the “Anywhere Door” to escape again.

However… suspended in the vacuum compressed by “Bigby’s Crushing Hand,” the azure glow of magic suddenly ignited in Punk’s pupils! Just as the hazy white hand made contact with his magical defenses, a cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

“Ovakain Acidmaw, your power is truly undeniable. But… on this ever-shifting battlefield, couldn’t such power also be the very cause of your downfall?Floating within the distorted and shattered space, the calm-faced Punk carefully retrieved a dusty wooden small box. At this moment, everything in the surrounding space, including the Master-level Robe he wore, began to warp and tremble under the chaotic energy torrent—yet the small box in Punk’s hand remained perfectly steady.

“Haitzita’s Magic Box—Walkerin’s Modified Ruby Shield”!

“BOOM”!!

The force of the “Bigby’s Crushing Hand,” enhanced by “Mana Compression,” reached utterly insane levels. The moment the solidified energy hand struck him, Punk felt the terrifying ultra-high-pressure shockwave blast through seven layers of magical defense, shattering at least half of his bones. Then, as the energy of the “Crushing Hand” fully discharged, not only was Punk slammed into a crater dozens of meters deep, but four of the seven magical shields around him were utterly obliterated.Logically speaking, with Punk’s remaining three layers of magic protection that weren’t specifically designed against spell attacks, he absolutely couldn’t withstand Ovakain’s full-powered Dragon Breath. With his soul still affected by “Bigby’s Crushing Hand,” Punk couldn’t immediately cast any powerful spells either.

According to the script in Ovakain’s mind, Punk would soon be completely corroded by his Dragon Breath in that dust-filled giant crater. Then, even with one arm severed, he wouldn’t need much effort to deal with those two reckless fellows, Ben Lajie and Jiaoni.

But what the black dragon didn’t know was that his calculations had actually failed from the very beginning.

Through the thick dust, Ovakain’s sharp eyes clearly captured Punk’s figure. As the deadly dark green toxic breath was about to hit Punk, whose defensive spells had dimmed, the corners of Ovakain’s mouth even curled into a victorious smile!

But… in the next instant, that relieved “Smile” on the black dragon’s face suddenly transformed into an expression filled with shocked disbelief and… utter panic!

“This… how is this possible”!

(End of Chapter)