The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 396: Teleportation (1)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

Angele caught the six cores.

"Only six?" Angele was kind of confused, so he quickly checked the location where he left the woman's corpse.

The woman's corpse had already disappeared together with the black light, and the only thing that remained on the ground was the deposit of black mud and grass that was within the explosion.

A technique like projection, maybe? Angele wondered.

His wounds had nearly fully healed while he was checking the surroundings. However, only a small amount of the energy reserves was left in the biochip. Had the woman cast one or two more spells of considerable power, he would have been the one who had lost the battle.

Angele needed energy and blood to aid in his healing process. If there was no ample amount of blood, he had to rely solely on the energy stored in his body and the biochip.

Even though the healing process did not consume too much energy, this time he had taken too much damage.

Angele wiped some of the dust off his body before he traveled to a small hill.

"Get out!" His long, red hair expanded and stabbed into a giant bush beneath the hill, easily capturing a thin man wearing a white mask.

"Take your clothes off," Angele spoke in a low voice.

The man's face turned for the worse upon noticing the killing intent exuded by Angele's eyes and decided to keep his mouth shut. He hurriedly undressed his coat and pants, throwing them at Angele after.

It was a black leather coat.

Angele caught the coat and the pants before he let the man leave.

But he frowned when he put on the clothes.

"It's a bit too small…"

The coat and the pants were both too small. On Angele, the black coat looked like a tight suit. Obviously enough, the clothes barely fitted Angele's body.

Some of the wizards who witnessed the fight were plotting an ambush, certain that Angele would need time to heal. But upon seeing that just now, they immediately gave up.

The wizards nearby hurriedly fled from where Angele was at, and the place soon became deadly silent.

Angele walked down the river wearing the leather coat. He hesitated for a moment before he tied up the cores using his dark red hair. He had, after all, ended up with ten complete cores.

The composition of the cores was abnormal. The cores neither floated on the surface, nor sank completely into the riverbed, but only lingered between.

Angele jumped into the river and began swimming. The water gradually washed the bloodstains off him.

His long, red hair spread out in the water. The cores that were tied up were wrapped in a light-purple glow. It bore semblance to mysterious and luxurious hair accessories.

Angele swam slowly in the river; it had been a while since he had taken a dip while being in such a peaceful environment.

Because he had collected enough cores, he decided to take a breather in the remaining time.

The woman in white had six cores, and he had four. Angele was assured that he would be the winner, considering how there wasn't much time left.

Besides, it was impossible for him to discover how to travel to other rifts in time, so he was now merely waiting patiently for the results to be announced.