Tang Man frowned; his eyes filled with doubt.
"Director, what does it look like above the ninetieth floor? Is Joelson's strength really comparable to the saint-level?"
"I'm not sure either, but with Joelson's current strength, including all of his tricks."
Harriet Terrence recalled the fire dragon that had grown rapidly and suppressed the saint-level knight, Cliff, and said with a wry smile, "It should be no weaker than me."
Tang Man's eyes widened, he was so shocked that he could not speak.
No weaker than Harriet Terrence?!
Sir Harriet Terrence was a saint-level mage!
Joelson was a saint-level mage at the age of seventeen?!
Tang Man could not wrap his head around this. This was already beyond his comprehension, breaking his knowledge of magic.
But soon, he became very excited again.
"Sir Dean, with Joelson here, we have confidence in winning this year's four-nation trial!"
Harriet Terrence sighed softly and said, "I hope so."
...
Joelson was fighting fiercely in the Mage Tower.
The figure in front of him had already reached tier 5.
The figure's appearance gradually became clearer, not as blurry as before, giving him a sense of familiarity.
"The Mage Tower is a bit like my life in high school in my previous life. The first 90 floors are a lot of practice, and after the ninetieth floor is to fill in the gaps and constantly improve myself."
Joelson said in a low voice, "I really don't know what the final test I will face will be?"
Joelson soon found out.
A figure with the strength of tier 8, facial features, and clothes was revealed.
He had a slender figure and a cold expression. The most important thing was that he looked exactly like Joelson.
"Is it similar to mirror-image reproduction magic?!"
Joelson frowned and said, "It seems that the Mage Tower has been collecting information about me when I was clearing the level."
This red Joelson was more proficient in fire magic than Joelson himself.
If it were not for his powerful spiritual power, the power of any spell would have been much stronger. He would have been beaten to the point where he could not fight back.
However, he was still in a sorry state.
Joelson stared at himself, learning the combination of his various spells, the timing of his attacks, and the control of his magic power.
Under immense pressure, Joelson was also improving rapidly.
Boom!
A meteor flame blasted half of the red Joelson's body into pieces.
Joelson's face was pale, and he was breathing heavily, revealing a bitter smile.
"It was too difficult to win. I've always relied on the powerful combination of water and fire spells. I didn't expect that a single fire spell could be used so well and be so powerful!"
A tier 9 figure slowly appeared.
There was a hint of arrogance on his handsome face. The powerful aura of a tier 9 mage was emitted.
It made Joelson feel like he was looking at another version of himself.
Joelson shook his head and sighed softly, "I can't win."
"Roar!"
The next moment, a dragon roar sounded. Du Lu, who had almost recovered from the Dragon God Ranch, jumped out and was about to pounce on the opponent that Joelson had appointed.
He was suddenly stunned.
Why were there two masters?!
Joelson said helplessly, "Look carefully, that guy is a fake!"
Only then did Du Lu recognize Joelson's identity through the connection between their bloodlines, and he quickly rushed forward.
"A tier 9 human figure needs a level 9 spell to hurt him. I wonder if du Lu's breath is considered a level 9 spell."
It turned out that this method of cheating was really feasible.
Perhaps in the eyes of the creator of the Mage Tower, a pet could also be considered a part of a mage's strength.
Tier 9 Joelson was very powerful, but it was still not enough to deal with Du Lu.
Du Lu himself had most of the immunity to fire-type spells. With the addition of the protective dragon shield, Du Lu soon crushed "Joelson's" head after more than ten rounds.
Ninety-nine floors passed!
Joelson let out a long breath, but his expression became even more serious as he stared at the spot where the figures were gathered.
Was there still the hundredth floor?
It had been a long time since a new figure had appeared.
Just as Joelson was about to heave a sigh of relief, all the fire elements in the red space suddenly stirred and surged toward a certain place.
An extremely terrifying fiery figure slowly condensed. It was as if a tyrant was born from flames, controlling a scorching god.
Even Du Lu started to tremble under such a terrifying might. He slowly retreated with a low roar.
When he saw a pair of indifferent eyes, he slowly raised his hand.
Oh No!
His eyes suddenly widened, and he hurriedly bribed Du Lu into accepting the Dragon God Ranch.
The next moment, all he could see was red.
Besides the flames, there were still flames.
...
Joelson appeared outside the Mage Tower, his face pale.
The wind blew under his feet.
He was stunned.
He looked down.
Countless pairs of eyes were looking at him, excited, shocked, adoring, and admiring.
They surrounded him.
Joelson stood on the top of the gray Mage Tower and looked down at everything.
He saw the uncontrollable excitement in Tang Man's eyes and the gratified approval in Harriet Terrence's eyes.
Wait!
Didn't he fail?!
Joelson was a little surprised.
The magic light screen happened to be on the same level as him, and a name hung high in the sky.
Joelson Edward, sixth grade, Level 100, clear!
Only then did Joelson realize that there seemed to be many new things in his mind.
His understanding of the fire element flowed through his mind like a stream.
Then he looked at this world.
The light red spots in the air that represented the fire element had become interlaced and twisted lines.
The power of the fire element's law!
Was this the realm of the saint-level?
The experience value on the system panel did not change, but the upper limit of the experience value had increased by more than ten times.
The path to the saint-level had been cleared.
Even if Joelson could no longer accumulate experience points to level up, he would still be able to reach the saint-level.
All he needed to do was to meditate diligently and accumulate magic power. After a few decades, he would be able to successfully reach the saint-level.
Moreover, the speed at which Joelson was casting magic had increased once again.
Below the saint-level, when a mage cast a spell, it was actually to gather magic elements and then use spells to arrange countless magic elements into a fixed form.
If a mage's proficiency and understanding of a spell reached a certain level, they could skip the process of chanting spells.
This was also the so-called instant magic.
Now, the steps for Joelson to cast spells had been skipped by another step.
The magic elements were arranged into lines, and the lines combined into magic.
Now, in Joelson's eyes, the magic elements were direct lines.
As long as they were extracted, combined, and thrown out, they would become powerful fire magic.
It surpassed instant magic!
Of course, the benefits were obviously not limited to these!
Joelson felt that he seemed to have a magical connection with the Mage Tower under his feet.
As long as he was willing, he could reach any level of the Mage Tower with just a thought.
Moreover, even the image of the magic beast training in the Mage Tower could change according to his will.
He could change the magic wolf into a magic lion, a magic snake, or even a magic dragon.
The Mage Tower seemed to be his exclusive item.