"How is that possible? Do you feel no fear at all right now?"
Faced with the caster's calm, indifferent expression and the Legendary Level Abjuration Spell, Time Stasis, flying straight at him, Ankazan, who had been glaring at Punk for quite some time, finally could not help voicing his astonished question.
He had never imagined that the "pre-battle" standoff, during which he had given up the chance to strike first and wasted so much time, would unprecedentedly prove completely useless!
There was not the slightest trace of panic or muddled thinking in Punk. His expression remained as naturally cold and sinister as ever, his movements perfectly matched those of a calm combatant, and most importantly, his spellcasting had never wavered or shown even the slightest tremor of magic power.
Every sign indicated that Punk possessed no emotion of fear whatsoever. His current combat state was practically perfect!
"Ankazan Flamebrow! There really is something wrong with those eyes of yours!"
Boom.
Before the question had even ended, Punk's Time Stasis collided violently with the Scorching Fireball hurled by the Incinerator. For a moment, roaring explosive flames abruptly froze within a patch of stagnant space. Then, as the spell model reignited more energy, the terrifying explosion finally broke free from time's influence. Like a small sun rising into the air, the blazing fireball instantly illuminated a vast stretch of darkness.
Against the interplay of light and shadow, the atmosphere between the two Legendary Mages grew even more dangerous.
Neither of their first attacks struck the other, but the two old foxes had both gleaned a great deal of important intelligence from a few rare details.
For example, Punk's gaze toward Ankazan now flickered with extreme uncertainty.
In truth, from the very beginning, the cautious Whisper of Destruction had noticed something unusual about