Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

It was like a divine hand dropping from the sky.

Link’s punch hit the remaining half-strength shield and was momentarily halted.

After the deafening noise, the shield of the Third Ring Defense Magic Tool shattered like a chicken egg striking a stone, hopelessly outmatched.

No obstruction was left in its path, and it advanced unimpeded.

Link’s fist had an intimate encounter with the forehead of the captain of the Flame and Metal Trading Company Team.

Being the captain, this man was outstanding among his peers.

His talent, disposition, diligence, and resources were all top-notch.

Among the students of Ravensmouth College in the last five years, only Lanny Taylor and Tiffany Colonna could surpass him slightly.

Although the captain’s Destiny Witchcraft was not of the Battle Armor class, leaning toward auxiliary properties, it had a certain effect of force relief.

He was sporting a top level First Ring suit, “Defender 3202,” not inferior to the ones in Ravensmouth College.

In his arms, he had a similar kind of defensive enchantment – a Second Ring Defense Magic Tool that he’d acquired from Sage Palo and that could be passively activated.

In the blink of an eye, he reacted in time and used two First Ring witchcraft spells.

A very thin, but highly resilient layer of metallic coating instantly shrouded his body, making him look like a Steel Power mutant.

Outside the coating were burning fierce flames, like the Vengeance Flame Soul.

An attack followed by a defense, intended to counterattack.

At the very least, he could deliver some damage to save face!

Thump!

The top-level First Ring suit, the Second Ring Defense Magic Tool, the highly resilient metal coating, and the Destiny Witchcraft, all combined, failed to last even 0.5 seconds, and completely collapsed under a steel punch.

The next instant, the captain’s head exploded.

Blood, brain matter, bone chips, and flesh splattered all around.

The raging flames of the suit that covered Link’s entire body couldn’t do anything about him, and they just burnt those scraps.

Link’s fist pounded further down, right at the captain’s upper body.

Although it didn’t end up as shattered as his head, it was still blown apart.

A captain with a great future just died like that!

Died so easily, without a chance of resistance.

His death didn’t befit a First-Class Official Wizard, instead, he ended up like a stray dog by the roadside, robbed of all dignity.

His death was completely worthless!

Link’s fist went through the captain’s head and torso before hitting the ground.

A strong circular shockwave spread in all directions from the site.

The shockwave churned, turning everything into dust.

The ground caved in, squeezing out a large piece of hard “clay”, which then cracked, much like a spiderweb.

The remaining nine players of the Flame and Metal Trading Company Team were all thrown away by the giant counteracting force of the “clay” from the ground.

Suspended in mid-air, vomiting blood, they lost their balance and were left dizzy, unable to make any effective moves.

Link summoned a water curtain with a wave of his hand, extinguishing the sparse remaining flames blown by the intense air pressure, washing away the dirt on the surface of the Battle Armor, stood tall, and remained upright proudly.

This punch contained spiritual power and Magic Power amplification close to the limit of an average Second Level Wizard, along with more than half of the Origin Power of his third-level “Small World.”

Converted into the standard measurement of an attack witchcraft, it was equivalent to the attack intensity of a Third Ring wizardcraft.

The force of a casual blow from a Third Ring Wizard was just like this!

The Flame and Metal Trading Company Team, all-out, still couldn’t withstand it!

And the result of their failure to withstand it was this tragic scene.

“WhooHa!”

Jasmine, leading “Anything Free,” mustered all her strength, using up all available speed-increasing witchcraft and magic tools, to barely arrive on time.

They arrived at the edge of the battle scene, witnessing Link’s rampage as he single-handedly blew through the defenses of the Flame and Metal Trading Company Team.

The morale of “Anything Free” instantly skyrocketed.

Buck led the cheering, his eyes bloodshot and veins on his neck bulging.

Like a bloodthirsty wolf, he pounced ferociously towards the nine survivors, whose lives Link had deliberately spared with controlled punch remnants.

Linn remained silent, raising her hand and wielding the Water System First Ring Witchcraft “High Pressure Water Gun.”

While having witchcraft and not using it, intending to mimic the leader’s punching, isn’t that foolish?

Did she honestly believe that everyone could be like the boss, being an Elemental Wizard and also practicing the True Spirit Wizard System, not to mention being able to engage in brutal melee combat like a body-refining Witch?

What kind of dream is that?

Everyone else, except for Jasmine in charge of the logistics and Betty for the medical aid, followed up with their best attack witchcraft.

They rushed to attack the helpless living targets suspended in the air.

Even if they allowed the living targets to last for a moment longer, it would be considered a poor performance, given all the work the Boss had done.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining nine members of the Flame and Metal Trading Company Team were either cut into several pieces, asphyxiated under the ground, charred by blazing rays, or nailed to the cracked ground with chunky wooden stakes…

Everyone died in different postures and ways.

In just one glance, they were annihilated.

From beginning to end, they failed to launch a decent counterattack.

Were they too incompetent for this?

No.

It was because Link was too exceptional, too abnormal!

“Holy shit!”

In the outside world, inside a building resembling an opera house.

The man leading Shadow City, a man as cold as a snake, abruptly stood up, exhaling breathtakingly, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

He no longer had the weird relaxed demeanor from before, instead, he seemed brashly vulgar.

The cold man pointed at Sandra, his finger trembling, his lips quivering:

“Can this fucking be a First Level Wizard?

You tell me, can a First Level Wizard be this fucking crazy?”