When their blades collided again, Caroso was not knocked back this time.
Tig used the same strength as before, without increasing it in the slightest. Clearly, this fighting style suited Caroso best.
Caroso felt his blood boil with that slash. An image flashed through his mind—himself in a military uniform.
It seemed that he had once wielded a sword this way too?
Why? Why had I only looked at laws before, and never at this...
Right. This sort of thing seemed useless in high-level battles.
But was it really useless?
And what did I mean by "before"? What was my past like? Who exactly was I?
"Ah!"
Caroso cried out in pain.
Splat!
Tig's blade sliced across Caroso's neck, leaving a streak of blood on it.
Then Tig took a step forward and struck the back of Caroso's head with the flat of his blade, knocking him unconscious.
"Caroso!"
Bai was horrified.
Before she could react—
An elf's soul slammed Bai to the ground.
Her card was already saturated and could not absorb any more power.
Moreover, Bai had no strength left. She could barely make this card, let alone use it!
Could I really not use it?
That's right. I no longer have the strength to use a card normally.
But what about blowing it up?
What cardmakers feared most was a card explosion. It meant the card had failed, countless materials had gone to waste, and it could even cause injury.
Some cardmakers had even been killed by exploding cards while developing advanced cards, just as alchemists in the past could be blown to death at their own worktables.
Bai knew all too well how to make a card explode.
Bai narrowed her eyes and bit down hard on the tip of her tongue.
Splat!
A spray of