Facing Fang Zheng's incoming sword strike, the red-haired female Magus felt the blood in her entire body nearly freeze. Though it looked like a casual swing, it carried the force of a mountain torrent crashing down, leaving her without even the courage to block. She could only wait helplessly for death.
Yet Fang Zheng's sword did not strike the red-haired female Magus. Instead, the black greatsword howled past her body, sweeping forward in a flash of steel. Then lightning suddenly appeared, illuminating the previously pitch-black park. Only then did the red-haired female Magus turn her head and discover, to her surprise, a short figure in a hat and black coat clutching his right arm as he retreated. His severed arm lay beside the black-clad man Fang Zheng had previously turned into a human stump.
It seemed that fellow had intended to take away his companion while the two were fighting, but unfortunately, Fang Zheng had thwarted him.
"You think you can steal my prey?"
Fang Zheng sneered and strode forward. Blood still dripped from the greatsword in his hand—well, no matter how one looked at it, the scene resembled a vicious serial killer in the middle of committing a crime.
"...!!!"
Facing Fang Zheng, the little man in black opened his mouth and made a string of indistinct noises. Then he abruptly raised his right hand and flung it forward. Another bolt of lightning shot out and struck Fang Zheng.
Then it vanished without a trace.
This time, the red-haired woman was certain Fang Zheng had done nothing. She clearly saw the lightning magic unleashed by the other side fly toward Fang Zheng, only to dissipate automatically before touching him. It was not as if the magic had been dismantled or destroyed; it was more like it had encountered an