The mage couldn't figure out what was going on and guessed, "Try a different spell."
"Prostate Incontinence Technique."
The mage cast another spell on Allen.
As a result, Allen stood there as if nothing had happened, looking at him with utterly innocent eyes.
"There's no reason for this."
The mage turned and cast the Prostate Incontinence Technique on Nanaue.
At once, Nanaue's expression froze, his legs clamping tightly together as they trembled.
"Sphincter Relaxation Technique."
"Still no effect."
The mage tried it on Nanaue again.
The next second, Nanaue covered his front with one hand and his rear with the other, shouting as he ran toward the woods, "Nanaue can't hold it anymore!"
"Shut up."
Namor's heart skipped a beat. Just thinking about such a deranged spell being used on him was terrifying.
"Gout All Over Technique."
With a raised hand, the mage cast a spell that sent Namor sprawling to the ground, every bone in his body suddenly aching.
Gout wasn't an illness; when it flared up, it killed people.
Even someone as powerful as Namor couldn't endure the bone-deep pain throughout his body. Forget getting up to fight—moving even a finger hurt enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"What kind of lunatic invented this spell?!"
Steve howled in agony, as though he had stubbed his toe on a steel nail—and the entire nail had gone in.
His words seemed to wake the mage from a dream, making him think of the reason.
The mage wore an incredulous expression. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Something must be wrong somewhere."
"What's impossible?"
Allen had already walked up to him, his machete resting against the man's neck.
The Wind-Controlling Mutant, who had been trying to flee nearby, was struck by a casual lash from Allen's Bliss Whip and rolled around on the