Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1119 - 464: Spirit Vision (Part 3)

Patty was circling in mid-air, her wing-like wind membrane shimmering faintly under the sunlight.

Her flight path appeared random, but she was actually weaving an invisible web of wind in the sky.

"Begin!"

Salamanda’s command sounded like a thunderclap.

The three of them launched their attack simultaneously, and their coordination was even more seamless compared to yesterday.

Edwin was no longer just launching a frontal assault; instead, he adopted a guerrilla strategy.

His figure moved swiftly through the lava maze, sometimes shooting lava bullets from the left side, and sometimes releasing flame surges from the right.

Every interval between his attacks was perfectly timed, giving Ron no chance to catch his breath.

Laku was creating continuously changing sand traps on the ground.

The originally flat training ground turned into a treacherous sand sea maze, where every step could lead into a swirling quicksand vortex.

Patty’s Wind Blades descended from the sky, silently slicing through the air like the scythe of death.

Facing such a dense bombardment, Ron could only go all out.

The Magic Sword in his hand continuously sliced through the lava bullets and Wind Blades.

The Flowing Shield Wall formed a silver layer of protection around him, but under the coordinated attacks of the three, this layer started showing cracks.

"It’s not enough!"

Salamanda roared loudly from the sidelines:

"This level of attack wouldn’t even get you into the top ten on Elemental Night!"

With his words, the temperature of the training ground began to rise sharply.

Salamanda activated an auxiliary Array buried underground, making the entire environment more hostile.

The scorching airflow began to disrupt visibility, and the high temperature of the ground made every movement difficult.

Ron felt an unprecedented pressure.

Under such multifaceted interference, his Perception Ability began to show deviations.

"Extraordinary Recognition" was affected by the heat waves, unable to accurately analyze the attack trajectories;

"Hermit’s Knowledge" also slowed down in calculation speed due to environmental noise;

even the "Eye of Observation" had its perception of time blurred.

"Boom!"

A lava bullet grazed his left arm, scorching the sleeve.

"Whoosh!"

Patty’s Wind Blade came from an unexpected angle, leaving a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

"He’s in!"

Laku’s triumphant voice came, and Ron realized his feet were already deeply trapped in the sand, slowly being devoured.

The three’s attacks grew fiercer, their coordination becoming more seamless.

Ron felt like a small boat in a storm, ready to be swallowed by the waves at any moment.

In this life-and-death crisis, his survival instincts were fully awakened.

His brain began to operate with unprecedented speed, pushing all Perception Abilities to the limit.

"There must be a way... something I’ve missed..."

In this extremely focused state, Ron began trying to reintegrate all his observation abilities.

"Extraordinary Recognition" handled detailed analysis;

"Hermit’s Knowledge" conducted logical deductions;

"Eye of Observation" perceived the flow of time;

"Spiritual Perception" explored deeper information...

Suddenly, as if a stroke of enlightenment, the four different perceptions resonated in the depths of his consciousness.

Like four tuning forks struck simultaneously, their frequencies reached a perfect harmony in an instant.

The world, in Ron’s eyes, changed completely.

This was no longer a simple physical space, but a composite reality overlaid with countless layers of information.

He saw the "Light of Life" that ordinary people couldn’t perceive.

Each living person emitted a unique energy aura, shimmering like stars in the night sky.

Edwin’s aura was a blazing orange-red, mixed with the majestic air peculiar to the Dragon Race’s bloodline;

Laku’s aura was a gentle earth-yellow, steady and deep, encompassing all like the earth;

Patty’s aura was a light green, as free and airy as a breeze.

Unexpectedly, around these living auras, Ron saw countless translucent figures.

These were souls — the lingering consciousness of departed individuals, continuing to exist in a form beyond the physical.

Behind Edwin, a massive dragon-shaped outline was roaring.

It was the ancestral imprint within his bloodline, an ancient and powerful lava dragon.

This soul was not an independent entity but a "memory imprint" within the bloodline inheritance, providing strength and guidance to descendants.

Around Laku were several Lizardman figures, their eyes full of expectation and pride.

Judging by the loving glow emanating from these souls, they must have been Laku’s elders.

Even after death, they still found solace in their descendant’s growth.

Following Patty was a group of small wind Elves, a more primitive form of natural consciousness.

These Elves chattered endlessly, offering her flight suggestions, pointing out optimal air currents.

These souls were linked to the living by countless lines of light.

Some lines were warm gold, the bonds of kinship;

some were gentle white, representing deep emotional connections;

other lines were different colors, symbolizing various types of relationships.

But Ron quickly realized, this new vision was not just an observation tool, but a powerful tactical advantage.

By observing the reactions of souls, he could anticipate his opponents’ next moves.

When Edwin prepared a powerful attack, the Dragon Soul behind him would enter an excited state in advance;

when Laku was about to change the sand form, the guardian ancestor soul showed signs of tension;

when Patty was about to change her flight path, the wind Elves would adjust their positions in advance.

These subtle changes provided Ron with ample warning time.

With the assistance of "Spiritual Vision," the once unpredictable attacks of the three became traceable.

He began to predict the timing and direction of each attack, and the perilous battle gradually became manageable.

"What’s going on?"

Salamanda furrowed his brow on the sidelines:

"How did the kid’s reaction speed suddenly increase so much?"

Edwin, Laku, and Patty also felt the change.

Ron, who should have been suppressed, was now displaying unprecedented combat skills.

Every dodge was perfectly timely, every counterattack hit its mark.

It was as if a divine eye had opened, seeing all the battlefield details clearly.

"Then let’s add more!"

Edwin unleashed a more intense barrage of lava.

Yet Ron merely focused on the wondrous experience this new ability brought.

In the world of "Spiritual Vision," death was not the end, but a transformation of existence.

The departed souls continued to influence the real world in their own way, offering protection, guidance, and strength to the living.

The scales of battle began to tip in his favor.

"Stop!"

Salamanda’s voice thundered, forcibly ending the training.

He strode to the center of the field, his golden eyes fixed on Ron:

"Kid, what Special Ability did you just use?"

Ron sheathed his Magic Sword, trying to steady his breathing.

The "Spiritual Vision" had consumed a vast amount of Spiritual Power, and now he felt somewhat fatigued.