The Battle Ends
After analyzing the current situation, Galan retreated again and again, and finally simply led the two women towards [Äußerst].
This mission is probably going to fall through. If these two fight, there won't be any monsters around, and probably not even any living creatures left.
Moreover, Serie's clone doesn't seem to have any intention of ending the battle immediately, so it would be best for me to leave this place right away.
If we stay any longer, we don't know if we'll be caught in the crossfire of the upcoming battle.
As for Serie... if she's a clone, then he has nothing to worry about; if she's not a clone, then he has even less to worry about.
Because of the use of [Defensive Magic] and the alteration of its structure to completely envelop the arm, there was always a certain space between Rivale's fist and Serie's fist.
His fist seemed to have struck a steel wall, barely leaving a few cracks.
And all the impact and damage inflicted on the other party were returned to oneself.
"Is there such a use? You never used this move a hundred years ago. It seems your control and understanding of magic has improved significantly."
Rivale was only surprised and amazed by Serie's move.
"Using magic in combat"
With this level of understanding, Serie can be said to have surpassed everyone of this era.
Having gained a near-complete understanding and mastery of all magic, they combined different spells to form a series of combat systems.
"What do you mean by saying I didn't use this move a hundred years ago? It's as if you only recently came up with it. It's just that against you back then, I never even thought I'd need to use this move. Even against you now, I feel there are many moves I don't need to use."
"Still so ruthless with words..."
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Rivale simply smiled at what Serie said, unable to deny it.
After seeing that his full-force punch was still blocked by Serie, he knew that it would be difficult for him to fight her head-on.
In theory, Mage is absolutely no match for an experienced warrior at close range. However, there are always exceptions. Some Mages specialize in melee combat and compensate for their weakness in close combat with powerful spells.
Through honing their magical skills, they are even able to hold their own against powerful warriors and sometimes even defeat them.
Serie, on the other hand, simply combined some magical techniques, yet she already caused people a great deal of trouble.
Little did she know, the magic she actually used was far more than what she verbally claimed. "I remember your habits; you're not limited to just these obvious methods, are you? Besides the four spells you just unleashed, what other magic have you prepared to deal with me?"
The power of that punch was finally worn away by Serie's relentless attacks.
The crystalline [Defensive Magic] barrier on her arm reached its limit at this moment, scattering like broken glass.
"Looks like you haven't come up with absolutely no progress."
Looking at the Mana barrier in her hand, which was still crumbling even after she had infused it with a large amount of Mana, Serie had to admit that Rivale had become much stronger in the past hundred years. If it had been the last time, the opponent would never have been able to break through her [Defensive Magic], let alone the fact that she had added other magic to it.
Besides these four spells, I also cast three more. Even if you manage to break through my [Defensive Magic], I have plenty of ways to deal with you.
"It seems that's indeed the case."
Rivale nodded calmly, agreeing with the other party's statement, seemingly unaffected by his loss of the upper hand.
"But if that's all, killing me would be a bit of a stretch, wouldn't it? But it's rare to find someone who lets me throw a punch with all my might, and it's been a long time since I've felt this exhilarating."
"Since you like fighting so much, why don't you go and fight the Demon King?"
Serie said with a hint of teasing.
After hearing this, Rivale paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.
"You really know how to give me terrible advice. The Demons is currently controlled by the Demon King with his terrifying power. If I start a battle without cause, I'm afraid I'll be greeted not by the Demon King, but by Schlacht and [Seven Sages of Destruction]."
He shrugged. "You know, without the Demon King, we Demons would probably lose our command and act as we please, ultimately being wiped out in some corner. For us, only our own lives matter."
"But the Demon King is different. He is truly thinking about the future of the Demons, and even the future of humanity. From this point of view alone, I have great respect for him."
Rivale lowered his head slightly and said nothing more. His black military overcoat billowed in the breeze blowing through the woods.
The open ground beneath their feet was a complete mess.
Although it was only a single blow, the destruction they caused in their battle left an indelible mark on the terrain.
Regardless of the type of ecosystem, all were affected to varying degrees by their opposing waves.
"It seems this duel is over. Compared to last time, you've barely made a move this time."
"Since we already know the outcome, there seems to be no need to keep trying. If we really drag this out until your main body returns, it will become a big problem whether I can leave."
So you still think that I'm just a clone right now?
With a wave of her hand, Serie caused ripples to spread through the space around her, and the atmosphere in the area noticeably eased, clearly indicating that she had dispelled a lot of dangerous magic.
Just as she said, she still has quite a few tricks up her sleeve.
Now that it has been determined that this battle has come to an end, there is naturally no need to continue it indefinitely.
"Who knows? Only you know the answer to that question. For me, I had a great time today, that's all. I hope I'll have the chance to challenge you again next time..."
As he spoke, Rivale's black Military Boots stepped back in the direction he had come from. He waved to himself, then turned around, his tall figure disappearing back into the woods.