Therefore.
In his view.
Only the Age of Gods, where miracles and divine acts coexist, could nurture such a horrifying talent—the Age of Gods is the most mysterious era in the Wizarding World, and it's said that wizards of that era frequently dealt with Divine Spirits, entirely different from the current absence of divine acts. Only such an environment could create a Legend in their teens.
At least that's Merlin's judgment.
However.
Ian had no response to this, his gaze remained calm, as though he had long anticipated that the Fiery Fire would not harm Merlin, the magic wand lightly touched the air once again.
Magic Power surged in eruption.
The power of the paradox locked onto the future where Merlin would inevitably be hit by Fiery Fire—Merlin's expression subtly changed, he immediately sensed Ian's intention.
"Is this your Legendary Essence?"
Merlin could clearly perceive his own abilities failing, yet he wasn't flustered, "Revealing your essence so early is not the choice of an experienced wizard."
In the instant his body completely transitioned from illusion to reality, Merlin spread his hands, and countless golden flames erupted, colliding with Ian's Fiery Fire.
It was like the thunder of the heavens and earth continuously blasting.
The blazing flames painted the sky.
The scorching heat waves rushed towards him, making one feel as if they were in a Hell fire sea, the surrounding air twisted by the high temperature, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
The two types of flames intertwined in the air, emitting a deafening roar. Little Morgan was so frightened that she took several steps back, yet her gaze remained locked on the colliding magic.
"This is the magic I crave..."
The golden fire and the blue fire intertwined, like two furious dragons biting at each other, the surrounding space under their collision distorted and shattered. In the center of the colliding flames, Merlin and Ian's figures flickered, as if they were shuttling through this fiery storm.
Amidst the roaring flames.
Little Morgan's bright eyes reflected the boundless sea of fire and the figures within it.
There was an unprecedented ambition.
Now deeply rooted and sprouting in her heart.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Fiery Fire and golden flames tore and contended, forming a splendid yet dangerous scene. They intertwined and tore at each other, constantly devouring and counter-devouring, the surrounding space under the powerful Magic Shock began to distort and ripple, like a wrinkled mirror on the verge of shattering.
The entire sky seemed torn open, Fiery Fire and golden flames filling the sky, every flicker of flame blossoming with terrifying magic power, baking the land for miles around into bare bones.
Countless animals suffered.
Fortunately, Little Morgan was enveloped in Ian's protective spell.
"It's too intense."
Merlin looked at the fierce battle scene before him, frowning tightly into a '川', shaking his head helplessly, "It seems this place isn't suitable for our battle, let's switch to another place."
In the midst of battling Ian.
He was still able to spare a thought, raising his hands, weaving complex seals in the air, a technique of casting entirely unaided by any external items.
And then.
Merlin raised his hands above his head, continuously forming seals, chanting ancient and mysterious Spells. As he chanted, the surrounding space began to undergo drastic changes. The forest originally engulfed by Fiery Fire gradually became blurred, trees, grasslands, streams all became indistinct under the influence of this mysterious power.
"Hmm?" Ian raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing a strong spatial ripple. The next moment, his body was enveloped by an invisible force, the surrounding scenes changing rapidly. The forest, lakes, flames all vanished in an instant, replaced by an endless desert.
Thus Ian and Merlin were transported to this desert through Merlin's magic.
The scorching sun shed its light unreservedly on the golden sand, reflecting a dazzling glow. Howling winds blew, kicking up whirls of sand, the entire desert seemingly cloaked in a yellow veil, emitting a "wooing" sound, as if narrating the age-old desolation and solitude of this land.
"Different from Apparition, it's Space Magic." Ian pondered. Merlin marveled at his magic system, yet Ian was equally amazed by the magic Merlin wielded.
"Here, is our most suitable battlefield." Merlin said in a low voice, his tone steady. Even though Ian was also a Legend, he still retained the confidence of victory.
"What was that magic you used just now?" Ian inquired, but did not cease his actions, his magic wand tapped once more, unleashing Fiery Fire from it again.
It collided with Merlin's golden flames. The flames intertwined, as if they would consume the entire desert. The yellow sands turned into scorched earth under the flame's roasting.
Hot winds fluttered their robes.
"Want to learn it? Then defeat me... let me taste the flavor of failure." Merlin responded softly, with a slight hint of expectation in his voice.
"Your magic wand is intriguing too, I'd like to study it, I can sense your firestick is very special." Clearly, it was a new wager being placed.
Ian neither agreed nor disagreed.
"Coincidentally, since learning magic, I've never truly been defeated, and now, I won't be defeated." Ian's gaze remained calm, his magic wand wielded revealing endless magic power.