Side Story: Showing Off Before Others

As he walked towards him, manipulating the Blood Pillar not far away with such a calm and composed demeanor, Clinton felt that his entire worldview had been completely overturned.

Does it really exist in this world?

This is a creature that is both Mage and a warrior.

"Hey, don't just stand there."

Upon hearing Galan's reminder Clinton realized that he had been standing there dumbfounded for a while.

He turned around and found that his Copy was being completely overwhelmed by Galan and didn't need his help at all.

Even without Galan personally intervening, could he have achieved such a crushing victory?

At this moment, his understanding of Galan's strength reached a terrifying level once again.

How many cards does the opponent still have up their sleeve? How many secrets are they hiding that we don't know about?

He didn't think about it anymore, and he really couldn't figure it out.

This young man is too complicated to deal with; it's not something I can get involved in.

From Serie to now, the strength he has demonstrated is enough to shroud him in mystery.

He was now completely unfathomable to her, but fortunately, at least he was on her side. If he had become her enemy, she probably wouldn't even know how she died.

Without lingering, he quickly grabbed his weapon and ran to support Pass's side.

Judging from the current situation, Galan's magic seems to be only enough to deal with one enemy, but that's more than enough for them.

If they can't even take down a Copy in a two-on-one fight, they might as well give up being adventurers.

Clinton Galan, watching as he ran to support Pass, let out a soft sigh.

The strength of these Copy was indeed far too much for them.

Fortunately, I still have this trump card.

At least dealing with its own Copy is a piece of cake.

He stretched out his right hand and made a series of movements in the empty space in front of him.

Not far away, the Blood Pillar that was entangled with Clinton's Copy immediately split apart, turning into two streams of blood that wrapped around the other's sword.

In this state, the blood is like a formless stream of water; no matter how much the Copy struggles, it cannot escape the ever-approaching blood beam.

Seemingly believing that dealing with the Blood Manipulation Magic would stop everything, after repeated unsuccessful attempts, the opponent charged towards Galan, intending to solve the problem at its root.

"He does have a brain after all."

Galan also expressed his approval of the actions taken by the Copy.

[Blood Manipulation Magic] is a highly customizable magic, and the form and techniques it currently employs are beyond the capabilities of ordinary warriors.

Unless the opponent is Mage who can use corresponding countermeasures, it is difficult to get rid of one's own magic.

No matter how the opponent dodges or tries to escape, Blood Curtain will relentlessly pursue him until he dies.

The only way for ordinary warriors to counter this magic is to fight the person who casts it.

The problem is, you can't even handle my magic, so how could you possibly have the time to deal with me?

Before the Copy even reached Galan, the effects of the blood stream climbing up the Copy along the sword's edge had already begun to show.

The powerful corrosive properties continuously erode the Copy's body.

Furthermore, Galan thoughtfully concentrated the blood on the wound that Clinton had previously inflicted.

Under such repeated erosion, the Copy's body, with old wounds compounded by new ones, quickly collapsed.

As he gradually slowed his pace and approached Galan, only the main part of his body remained, the rest having been devoured by venomous blood vessels.

In fact, the [Blood Manipulation Magic] itself does not have this corrosive property, but through his own research and improvement, Galan added Potion he had prepared in advance to the stored blood plasma, which transformed the originally non-toxic blood into a highly corrosive liquid.

Through countless experiments, this batch of finished products not only did not affect his control over blood, but also greatly enhanced the power of the magic—a truly epic upgrade.

"Call?

Looking at the Copy before him, he didn't even bother to lift a finger. He simply blew on it lightly, and the clone collapsed with a thud.

Its hand, which had been holding the sword, had been dissolved and severed on its way to the front, and now, along with its body, it was dissipating into Mana Particles.

I initially thought I had gone to the wrong place, but I ended up arriving at the crucial moment.

He turned his head to look at another battlefield.

With Clinton joining the fray, Pass's Copy were clearly no match for the two and were quickly defeated.

Currently, the other party has successfully dealt with the Copy and is heading in their direction.

"Thanks to you, buddy... If you hadn't come back in time, we might be dead here."

Having witnessed Galan's godlike combat performance, Clinton was now completely convinced of his abilities. Pass had also been watching Garland's fight closely, and although he didn't show any expression on his face at the moment, he was genuinely astonished by Galan's ferocious combat skills.

I can't even imagine what would happen if I got my hands on that blood-like substance and was completely corroded away like the Copy.

Our most important task right now is to find Lia and the other girl. The Copy that the Water Mirror Demon can create are a formidable enemy for Mages, and I'm afraid Lucina won't be able to hold out for long."

"Water Mirror Demon will guide the Copy to find them. If they don't find them, that's fine. But if they do, I'm afraid with Lia around, your teammates will have a hard time taking care of her."

Frowning, Galan pondered the current situation. He didn't know much about Lucina's strength, nor whether she could handle his Copy.

"But... Given this situation, how are we supposed to find them? This fog is just too eerie..."

We were completely lost inside...

Faced with the clueless Pass, Galan said with great determination:

"No, there's still a way, just like how I was able to turn back and find you again. This fog will confuse our vision."

This caused us to gradually stray from our original route, but as long as we followed our instincts, we wouldn't be affected by the fog.