Inside the Wizard Tower.
David squinted his eyes upon receiving the news.
According to the final duel rules, both sides would dispatch five wizards for battle.
However, the presidents of both sides would not participate.
And the Storm Sea is part of the Fifth-Ring Wizard Organization, which has two Fifth-Ring Mages.
In this case, apart from the president, the Storm Sea side has one more Fifth-Ring Mage available for battle.
On his side, only Isabelle, the Golden Dragon Descendant Mage, had power close to the Fifth-Ring level.
Even if the battle strength of a Dragon Descendant Mage is stronger than a regular wizard, it would still be difficult to defeat the opponentâs Fifth-Ring Mage.
Isabelle frowned upon hearing the analysis of the duel rules, showing a hint of unease in her eyes.
Although she was a Golden Dragon Descendant Mage, there was still a significant power gap compared to a true Fifth-Ring Mage.
"President, if we can only rely on me and the other four wizards, do we really have no chance of winning?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart.
A nearby alien race wizard also spoke, "This battle is nothing but a nightmare for us."
"With the Storm Sea president not participating and another Fifth-Ring Mage in their lineup, itâs like sending sheep into a tigerâs den, we have no chance of winning at all!"
"I admit the Storm Sea is powerful, but we canât give up easily," another alien member said.
He was a burly werewolf, clenching his fists tightly, "Even if our power might not equal theirs, if we unite, perhaps we can come up with a countermeasure."
"But the problem is, we lack effective tactics and sufficient information," the Elf Race member shook his head helplessly, "Moreover, they are likely well-prepared, not giving us any chance."
"I know this challenge is tough. But there is always a turn in desperate situations. Even if our power is relatively weak, we cannot give up on finding strategies and methods of cooperation. Any detail could change the battleâs course." Isabelle noticed everyoneâs unease and quickly tried to comfort them.
Then they all turned their eyes towards David, only to find his expression very calm.
"President, do you have any plan?" Isabelle asked.
Throughout this journey, the president had indeed brought them many miracles, and perhaps this time would be no different.
David stood up upon hearing her, "Leave this matter to me."
Though the aliens were puzzled, they could only choose to trust their president at this moment.
After the meeting, Isabelle directly approached David, "President, we can only put all our efforts into cultivation next."
"If I can successfully break through to the Fifth-Ring level under your power, I could definitely defeat the opponentâs Fifth-Ring Mage!"
David was somewhat surprised by Isabelleâs initiative. Since Isabelle proactively approached him, he naturally wouldnât refuse and planned to start cultivation.
Inside a spacious and mysterious cultivation chamber in the Wizard Castle, the walls were adorned with dragon totems, emitting a faint golden glow.
David embraced Isabelle and began the cultivation.
After completing a round of cultivation, he extended his arms, creating some distance between them, then leaned slightly forward while stretching the other arm backward with force.
"We call this posture âDragon Wings Spreadâ." he chuckled.
Throughout this process, they maintained eye contact, and every time they synchronized well, the airflow seemed to grow stronger.
As the cultivation deepened, they tried more complex and elegant movements such as "Dragon Form Twist" and "Double Dragon Entwined."
As they adjusted their posture and breathing rhythm, their minds drew closer, like two giant dragons flying side by side in the air, jointly guarding this land.
The cultivation process intensified further, and their bodies gradually adapted to the nimble postures.
With each breath, the golden glow around them intensified, as if a mysterious force was quietly flowing.
"Next, we will try âDragon Symphonyâ."
David smiled slightly, his voice deep and encouraging, "This movement requires a connection of minds, like a dragonâs chant, creating a harmonious resonance."
Isabelle nodded in agreement and began following his guidance.
She closed her eyes, focusing her attention on her heartbeat and breathing.
In her heart, she imagined countless dragons gathered in the sky, singing that melodious and powerful tune together.
At this point, both of them had already transformed into Half-Dragon form, which allowed them to better cultivate the dragon bloodline within them.
"Feel that power," David said, slowly extending his arms.
Isabelle felt a strong resonance and stretched her arms upward forcefully, forming a graceful, smooth arc with David.
An invisible bond seemed to form between their bodies, making her feel incredibly warm and resolute.
"Very good, now we need to channel this power into our bodies."
David continued guiding them as they slowly brought their hands together again, placing them in front of their chests.
An unseen energy flow seemed to circulate back and forth between them.
As their breathing rhythm accelerated, their movements became more synchronized.
When they unfolded their arms again, the surrounding golden light spread out, seemingly woven by two giant dragons.
Each movement contained power and grace, each action like depicting a majestic pattern in the air, full of natural wildness.
David gradually lifted Isabelle up and continued practicing.