Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 580 - 578: The Struggle for the Throne

Withered vines will eventually run out.

And where they end, they are broken and frayed; the vines stop abruptly midair, their tips charred, the beginnings long vanished in flames.

On the ground, tumultuous, raging flames burn incessantly.

At the center of the flames, replacing the vine stump, stands a fiery stone mountain, within which you can vaguely see something of a lush green hue.

The stone mountain of flames is fiery red and crystal clear, towering four to five meters high.

Inside, the green seems to be a monument, about three meters tall.

Ivan and Meg understood; the throne has no fixed shape and can be anything, with the most common being a royal seat, which this clearly was not.

The stone mountain is the Throne of Flames.

The green inscriptions form the Green Monument Throne.

This is their targeted destination.

"The number of Ancient Kings must be more than just that old Snake-man; we'll see how things unfold and not rush ahead in panic."

"I understand. We'll play it by ear."

As their green vine neared the fiery earth, it vanished without trace, hurling them forcefully into the flames.

Even Ivan, who mastered fire, felt uneasy amidst these blazes, not to mention Old Tree Man Meg, who naturally disliked fire.

According to Clement, these flames have been touched by the power of rules, possessing an extraordinary fierceness.

"Retreat!"

Ivan glanced upward and saw countless vines retracting, shadows materializing from the void, and he sensed other competitors arriving soon—he signaled to Meg to join him in retreating to the edge.

Now was not the time to touch the throne.

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After the two withdrew to one side, a series of dull thuds were heard.

Creatures swept in by that ancient divine light landed one after another, unlike Ivan and Meg, they only regained their senses upon landing.

Each one of them warily scanned their surroundings.

Among the twenty-odd figures, three particularly stood out: an old Snake-man, a blood-elven, and a two-headed poison dragon, standing in a triangle.

What most did not expect was that among their group, there were actually three Level 5 Ancient Kings.

An ominous situation indeed.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is, that's how it is. I, Harlington, seem to have stumbled upon my fate today."

That blood-elven Ancient King recognized the items on the field, his eyes greedily fixed on the Stone Mountain of Flames.

"Roar! This Green Monument Throne is mine, do not dare compete with me for it, or I'll devour you all." The two-headed poison dragon, a beast of dragon descent and sub-dragon species, had inherited memories from its bloodline and similarly identified the throne.

Unlike the evasive blood-elven, it stated the truth bluntly.

The Snake-man Ancient King wore a complex expression, excited yet unable to hide his disappointment — disappointed that there was no Wind-type throne, ill-matched with the power he controlled.

Still, the throne's value was immeasurable.

One must compete for it no matter what.

"Two of you, since ancient times, the struggle for the throne has meant the strongest reigns. How about we clear out these nuisances first, then decide on the rightful owner of the throne? What do you think?"

The Snake-man Ancient King sinuously proposed.

All three had reached their current station with ample backing and were likewise wise.

"This proposal is good." The blood-elven Ancient King smiled lightly in agreement.

"It's always you who are the most treacherous, but I, the dragon, like it." The two-headed poison dragon's four eyes maliciously fixed on their surroundings, also showing its approval.

This remark caused a stir.

Others couldn't help but inwardly curse these three shameless fellows, leaving no opportunity for the rest, but in the face of absolute power, they were helpless.

Many cast a glance at the dazzling halo on the outermost edge, which, without a doubt, was the place for giving up and leaving.

"Roar! I'll go first, don't you two think of playing any tricks."

The two-headed poison dragon couldn't restrain itself and charged towards the outer edge in one direction, with its purple-green head roaring, as poison smoke swirled.

"That human sorcerer, you won't be so lucky this time, let's see where you can run to." The Snake-man Ancient King also made his move, setting his sights on Ivan, but not only on Ivan.

Ivan muttered inwardly, what a persistent ghost.

He gave Old Tree Man Meg a look, indicating him not to act just yet, wanting to gauge the Snake-man Ancient King's strength first and then consider other plans.

"It's outrageous; let's fight them!"

Though the Ancient Kings were strong, the lord-level creatures were not simpletons; seeing the trio's aggressive demeanor, the lords quickly exhibited their Elemental King Bodies, vowing to match the Ancient Kings' sharpness.

Compared to the lord-level creatures, the energy controlled by Ancient Kings was more vigorous, denser, and their elementalization more thorough; their physique, even more formidable.

It's a fact that powers not on the same level can't stand against each other.

For a time, the trio swept through, any lord-level creature not agile enough was struck flying away, countless wounded, some could only follow the tide and withdraw from the competition.

Ivan was not surprised by this situation.

Facing the approaching Snake-man Ancient King, he adeptly deployed the Nine Python Fire Whisker Spear; nine scaleless, red bizarre pythons appeared, coiling around his fire giant form.

The fire giant's momentum soared.

The Snake-man Ancient King also transformed into an elemental body, but his figure didn't enlarge or shrink, his presence kept subdued.

In front of Ivan's Elemental King Body, the Snake-man Ancient King's frame appeared so thin, yet their bearing seemed not much lesser.

"Fancy tricks, overestimating yourself."

The Snake-man Ancient King glimpsed the Golden War Drum flashing behind Ivan, unfazed, only a disdainful sneer on his face, and an unadorned counterattack.

He delivered a plain punch, meeting Ivan's magnificent strike head-on.

When the forces collided, a thunderous explosion ensued.

After the fierce clash, Ivan clearly was at a disadvantage, stumbling a few steps backward.

"Again!"

"Hmph! Somewhat capable, still nothing much."

Ivan's toughness was somewhat unexpected to the Snake-man Ancient King, whose gaze turned colder, his attitude turning a bit more serious.

A lord-level creature with such unique strength must be killed to prevent future troubles.

With this thought in mind, the Snake-man Ancient King became ruthless; in their next exchange, the Pure White Fire erupted, and the Snake-man Ancient King, caught off guard for a moment, was nearly injured, retreating a bit to dodge the brunt.

Ivan, however, was sprayed with blood on the spot, hurled away, as the Life Core urgently repaired the damage.

It was indeed a bit forced.

Seeing the enemy so strong, Ivan wasn't foolish, and took the chance to slip away.

"Think you can escape, too late!"

Why would the Snake-man Ancient King let him get away, without a second thought he pursued.

Ivan went full speed straight towards the Flame Stone Mountain, towards what everyone dreams of.

Two thrones, three Ancient Kings.

He certainly didn't believe that three creatures from different races would be so in sync, so harmonious.