The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 653 Battle Against the Ancient Mage Flugar (2)

Altheris' capital gleamed beautifully under the night sky. The moon and stars hanging overhead resembled a masterpiece painted by the gods to inspire awe in everyone below.

Yet that splendor was torn asunder by two warriors engaged in fierce combat. Nolan and Flugar were those combatants.

Boom!

Boom!

Explosions trailed them wherever they moved. Shockwaves surged outward in all directions.

Fortunately, their clash unfolded high in the sky, sparing the ancient capital—which had endured for a millennium—from destruction.

Nevertheless, the quakes could not be overlooked. It was as if a colossal earthquake raged right beyond the city walls.

"What's wrong, old man? Tired already?"

Nolan smirked and drove a fist into Flugar's face.

The elder was hurled back fifteen meters but swiftly stabilized himself, panting heavily.

His typically arrogant expression had turned ashen. Blood trickled from his mouth, and a bruise marred his right eye.

'This fellow… he's incredibly powerful.'

Nolan's concealed strength had caught him off guard. Even he, with over a thousand years of life and at Beyond the World level, found himself overpowered.

In theory, such a feat shouldn't be feasible… unless Nolan matched his own realm.

'Impossible… no way. As a mage, my power lies in spells, not brute force like this…' he grumbled inwardly, struggling to compose himself.

He forced his fatigued frame upright and spread his right palm.

Suddenly, a black magical staff materialized from thin air, almost a meter in length. The air itself seemed to split around its ominous aura.

"Kid, don't get ahead of yourself. I haven't unleashed my full might yet!"

In a flash, he disappeared and materialized directly above Nolan.

Twirling his staff, he brought it crashing down toward Nolan's skull.

Nolan parried with ease. Yet the striking section ignited brilliantly, inflicting a piercing chill that raced through his arm.

Before he could counter, Flugar smirked and murmured, "Glacius Ferra!"

A five-meter ice lance plunged from the heavens, targeted precisely at his cranium.

"Die!"

Flugar whirled and bashed his staff into Nolan's visage.

Nolan soared upward—directly into the descending ice lance's trajectory.

Boom!

Upon collision, the lance fragmented, unleashing a ferocious blizzard that blanketed five hundred meters.

Flugar sneered contemptuously, "Before me, you're nothing but a feeble ant!"

"Oh? Is that right?" a mocking voice echoed from behind.

Flugar stiffened, then a abrupt blow struck his nape, propelling him dozens of meters away.

Nolan materialized in Flugar's former spot and flicked his left hand.

In an instant, the blizzard from the lance's detonation dissipated completely.

Flugar steadied himself promptly, staring daggers at Nolan, who appeared utterly unscathed.

"How… how did you endure that?" he demanded, stupefied.

That strike embodied forbidden ancient magic—fatal even against a Celestial Mage.

Still, Nolan emerged intact, without the slightest injury.

With a light laugh, he dusted off his robe.

"Glacius Ferra… I never thought you'd wield it properly. As expected from a veteran mage—your arcane lore is remarkable."

Far from pleased, Nolan's compliment filled Flugar with caution—and budding fear.

Previously dismissive, he now viewed Nolan as a true rival.

"However, your spell lacks true potency. Witness the real essence of Glacius Ferra magic."

Flugar recoiled. Ere he could retort, Nolan lifted his left hand and intoned softly, "Glacius Ferra…"

Whoosh!

A frigid gale descended from on high. Flugar glanced upward on reflex, his eyes bulging in horror.

A ten-meter ice lance floated menacingly overhead. Intricate ancient runes adorned its length, both captivating and lethal.

"Behold the authentic Glacius Ferra," Nolan declared with a grin. "Taste my strike now!"

His hand descended. The colossal lance hurtled toward Flugar.

Flugar flailed in terror, striving to evade, but an invisible chill locked the surrounding space.

"H-How can this be!?" he bellowed.

Reaction time eluded him. Clutching his staff, he bellowed, "Ignis Volcaniar!"

A three-meter fireball erupted forth to meet the ice lance.

Boom!

The impact unleashed a tremendous blast, with smoke clouds expanding over two kilometers and engulfing Altheris' capital below.

Terror gripped the spectators as the dense haze devoured all visibility.

"Damn! I can't see!"

"Honey, where are you!?"

"Mother, Father! I'm scared! Woaaa!"

Frightened cries reverberated through the city's tiniest lanes. Nolan and Flugar, however, paid no heed.

"Hah… hah…" Flugar heaved, scanning vigilantly.

The blast's mist was impenetrable—visibility limited to two meters.

Abruptly, his eyes blazed azure, clarifying his vision instantly.

Yet immediately after, a violet streak lanced from straight ahead, too swift to evade.

His form launched skyward as a firm grip seized his throat.

Nolan was the culprit. He hoisted the elder higher, beaming broadly.

"So, Old Man? Ready to concede?" he taunted playfully.

"Ugh…" Flugar's retort choked off. Speech proved impossible.

His torso felt crushed under an immense weight, each inhale a torment.

"Speechless? Very well, I'll mercifully allow words," Nolan teased, easing his hold marginally.

Air rushed in; Flugar croaked, "Nolan Lorian… How… how do you wield such vast power? Have you… concealed it until now?"

Nolan's prowess equaled—or exceeded—his own.

What realm lay past Beyond the World?

Flugar knew not. Beyond the World reigned supreme here, attainable by fewer than 0.000001%.

"Geniuses" fared even worse.

His own feats were legendary, yet Nolan rendered him insignificant, akin to an insect.

Celestial experts beholding this would doubtless reel, doubting Beyond the World's reality.

"Me?" Nolan grinned nonchalantly. "Merely a regular prince, that's all. Enough chatter. I planned your death before, but I've reconsidered."

Dread seized Flugar. While he desperately plotted flight, Nolan's gaze ignited.

His irises morphed into star and solar forms.

Flugar's stare widened in disbelief.

"You… Singularity of… Chaos!? Impossible!"

Ere more words escaped, a gigantic palm ripped open the space beside them, yanking him within.

Only horrified wails lingered.

Nolan loosened his tense limbs and pivoted toward the eatery housing Aldrian and his sibling.

"It's done, Aldrian…" A subtle smile played on his lips. "Your part ends here. Thanks for serving as my perfect tool…"