Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1559 - 537: Empire’s Rise to Fame
Previously on Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys...
Prior to this moment, excluding the ’Red Queen’ Menia, Reginald, and Luther, the bulk of high-ranking nobles and mighty warriors from the Empire in the viewing stands assumed that the seasoned Dragon Rider dubbed ’Storm Cloud,’ Pantoscoke, enjoyed a overwhelming edge in this clash.
Yet, the vast majority of nobles never anticipated Pantoscoke’s total rout at the hands of the youthful Rein!
As the proverb states, spectators enjoy the spectacle, but true masters observe the techniques.
The group of Imperial Guardians in the warriors’ viewing area clearly perceived far more than the Imperial Nobles ever could.
That sharp hum slicing through the toxic mists was none other than the dark silver metallic disc, its blinding speed and the sudden force that shattered Pantoscoke’s Dawn Killing Move, ’Storm’s Fury,’ all pointed to the young Lord Rein before them having command over an extraordinary Dawn Killing Move.
"That strike earlier... it looked like a scarce metallic Dawn Killing Move, didn’t it?" Perkins murmured, his voice hoarse and throat parched.
The wager he placed against Reginald was lost without question, and beyond the sting of the financial hit, what stunned him deeper was the apparently bottomless power of that young fellow.
"Exactly! The magical ripples confirm it’s a Metal Series Dawn Killing Move! However, as far as I recall, the Empire lacks any Metal Series Dawn Killing Move."
"Looks like Lord Rein reaped huge rewards from venturing into some ancient ruins."
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So youthful, yet already wielding a Dawn Killing Move?
It’s worth noting that even within Epic level strong players, clear ranks exist.
For example, typical Epic level strong players who haven’t grasped a Dawn Killing Move, haven’t bonded with a Giant Dragon, or don’t possess rare Epic level combat Demon Statues, rank as the weakest among Epic level strong players.
Take the three-colored Dragon-men like Bostaf and Quirut, whom Rein had slain before—they fell into this bottom category of Epic level strong players.
The next level up features experienced Dragon Riders who can harness their Giant Dragon companions’ might or Dawn Wizards skilled in a Dawn Killing Move, marking the entry point for becoming an Imperial Guardian.
One step higher involves Dawn Middle Stage Wizards, where the Dawn Killing Move’s strength grows with advancement to the Middle Stage, amplified by Giant Dragon aid—both Reginald and Pantoscoke stood at this rank.
The subsequent tier once defined ’Red Queen’ Menia’s standing: a Dawn Late Stage Wizard commanding multiple Dawn Killing Moves for varied fighting options; or backed by an ancient dragon-level Giant Dragon, with the Dragon Rider’s personal power at least matching a Dawn Middle Stage Wizard, just scraping into this class.
The Green Dragon Hazas, elevated to ancient Dragon Roar status alongside Pantoscoke, scarcely qualified for this tier.
And Rein’s triumph over his foe implied that nearly all the Imperial Guardians there couldn’t stand against him.
Moreover, numerous Imperial Guardians displayed grave expressions, haunted by a single doubt: did the display of skill they just witnessed represent Rein’s full capabilities?
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At the heart of the arena.
Pantoscoke’s complexion shifted from flushed to pale; he yearned to battle once more, yet the gash across his belly and the writhing agony of his Green Dragon ally Hazas warned him against it, lest he meet his end for real.
On top of that, Hazas’ soporific toxic fog bizarrely failed to affect Rein at all, baffling Pantoscoke completely.
With his mightiest assault proving useless, how could he possibly challenge Rein?
Above all, Rein refrained from pressing the attack fiercely, granting him leniency—if he pushed on...
"Sigh, Lord Rein, I concede!" As he spoke, Pantoscoke seemed to wither a decade older in a flash.
Pantoscoke’s surrender sparked claps from an unidentified noble, which rapidly swept through the Royal Arena like a wave, thundering across every corner of the grounds.
Even the cluster of elite warriors from the strong players’ stand joined in the applause.
Right in the arena’s central stands, the Royal Family’s section, ’Red Queen’ Menia grinned and applauded, while beside her, Second Prince Everton, face darkened with resentment, managed a strained smile, lifting his hand for a pair of claps to match his aunt’s motion.
But inwardly, he seethed: Rein, savor your victory! Yet pity you, I’ve uncovered your hidden truth—don’t assume aunt’s shield keeps you secure; once Father heals from his wounds... Multi-Headed Dragon Bloodline... heh heh!
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In the stands.
Witnessing her beloved basking in such splendor, the stunning Jennifer shed her typical refined poise, her delicate hands reddening slightly from the vigorous clapping.
Duke Drum, meanwhile, sat rigid with a pallid face, frozen like stone, eyes fixed on the unfolding drama, his mind a mystery.
In stark contrast to his vacant look, turmoil raged within his chest!
"How, why did the ancestor fall?"
"The Axon Auction House headquarters’ thirty percent stake, valued at close to a hundred million Imperial Gold Coins, a key source fueling half the Drum Family’s revenue, now forfeit in full!"
"This isn’t mere loss of energy—it’s devastation!"
"With the ancestor severely wounded, those cursed Reform Faction members will ramp up their crackdown without mercy."
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And at the arena’s core.
Rein eyed Pantoscoke and the collapsed Giant Dragon ahead, the ceaseless cheers flooding his ears, a swirl of emotions stirring inside him right then.
If this were half a year prior, he might have slain Pantoscoke under the pretense of a duel mishap, but after uniting with Menia, his perspective had started to evolve.