Infinite Mage (Novel) Chapter 82


Feeling a presense, Ethella looked to her side. A shadow burst out of the empty darkness at incredible speed, striking her jaw.


Dozens of shadow fists flew at her. Ethella crouched down and covered her vitals with both arms. Even in the midst of the dull sound of blows echoing through the mountains, she did not budge as if she had taken root.

'Hoo? She can still hold up like this?'

Any ordinary person would have had their bones shattered. However, Ethella's eyes, visible between her arms, were still clear.

“I admit your toughness, but let’s stop this.”

Shadow hands appeared from all sides and grabbed Ethella in a groggy state. As the power of the darkness gripping her wrists and ankles increased, her limbs were spread outwards. Her oversized glasses were cracked and tilted, and blood was dripping from her lips.

Arcane cast Poison Cutter. It was a triple-mix magic, much more difficult than fusion magic, which added poison to rotating darkness.

The razor-sharp magic cleaved through the air and rushed in. Sensing that it was an instant death spell, Etella used all her strength to break free from the shadows, took a deep breath, and let out a scream.


A high-frequency roar that knocked down the bushes shattered Arcane's darkness like smoke.

It was the Pama's Cry, a technique of the cleric.

Karsys Jung, the ancestor of the Karsys Holy Order, said early on that the awakening that awakens the human spirit comes with a roar. Pama's Cry was a chant that created a roaring sound to break evil magic. It was the same principle as a sinful human being frightened by thunder.

Buried in the roar, Arcane shuddered. His skin tingled and his hair stood on end. A woman in her mid-twenties could utter the Pama’s Cry, which he had only heard a few in his 130-year life.

'Hehe, this is why I can't leave this field.'

The greatest talent sharpens a single ability to the extreme, wielding a refined mind like a sword.

How fun it is.

Some will die, some will survive.

Wouldn't magic develop through countless destruction, creation, and regeneration?

'That's how it is. Whatever.'

Arcane recast Poison Cutter. Judging there would be no other chance, Ethella severed the darkness holding her ankles and cast spatial teleportation. As the flash flew by like a whirl, the Poison Cutter passed through the light's afterimage.


Arcane whistled. The stronger the human being, the greater the sense of humiliation when running away. However, the ability to retreat without hesitation was also important in battle.

Arcane headed to the place where Ethella was standing. There were drops of blood, meaning she hadn't escaped perfectly. If the poison had seeped in, she wouldn't have been able to run far.

"That tomboy young lady must have had a hard time."

Arcane, who had met a worthy strong enemy after 40 years, was happy. He saw a genius who had a triple combination: Joiner's spirit zone, martial arts that severed the power of darkness, and the high mental strngth of a monk.

'Was she a certified 6th-level mage?'

It's obvious that it's a high position for her age. However, they were geniuses because social standards didn't apply to them. If she hadn't been tied down by the mission of being a teacher or a cleric, Ethella's current rank would have been much higher.

"Mirhi Alpheas. Is that brat receiving respect?"

Arcane looked up with sad eyes. As the domination was lifted, the trees straightened their bent backs, revealing the darkened sky.

“Aren’t you ashamed, Alpheas? To be respected by people who are superior to you. What a cruel reality this is.”

Lamenting his disciple's incompetence, Arcane slowly moved his steps. The darkness laid upon the forest showed him the way he had to go.

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