A Legendary Battle (3)

"Whew, luckily I got greedy at Mosenkai Manor and took a piece of the crystal back then. Otherwise, Aimoda would have successfully assembled that piece of Legendary Equipment, and this battle truly would have been impossible to fight."

After having another two layers of protective spells shattered, Punk continued casting Legendary Level Spells in retaliation while casting a slightly relieved glance at the Legendary Red Dragon's neck.

Around Aimoda's neck, the large gray crystal worn as a necklace reflected all manner of dazzling, colorful lights amid the flickering spell radiance. Yet the crystal's own gray-black hue stained every vivid color with an inescapable gloom.

The boost that a fine piece of equipment gave a professional's strength could never be ignored. Spellcasters who had often relied on magical equipment to gain an advantage during the Master and Formal Level stages understood that fact especially well. The "gray crystal" Legendary Equipment in Aimoda's possession clearly did not look like some shoddy imitation. If the gray crystal in the Legendary Red Dragon's hands had been complete, Punk would have had no choice but to start running by now.

However... even without being able to use that Legendary Equipment, Aimoda still held a firm advantage. After fighting continuously for over an hour without realizing it, Punk could even hear the footsteps of defeat lingering beside his ears as his mana recovery rate fell far behind his expenditure.

"No! I need to find a way to weaken this mad dragon. Otherwise, after a few more hours of fighting, I won't even have a chance to turn things around."

Gritting his teeth in secret, the utterly grim-faced Punk narrowed his eyes and began to think.

When facing an enemy who was difficult to handle, a combatant had only two possible responses. One was to make oneself