Especially when he was no ordinary wizard.
Rage burned fiercely in his heart. He was furious and humiliated that a mere mortal had outmaneuvered him twice in succession. Did his opponent really think that those pitiful tricks of theirs could deal with a descendant of the Silver People?
The Buga people's sky kingdom should have been destroyed long ago.
The wizard slammed his staff heavily against the ground. He no longer had triggered spells or magical shields, but he still had magical items and all kinds of spell-storage tools. If anyone in this world could be called richer than a nation, then aside from the ill-gotten hoards plundered by dragons everywhere, the Artificer Wizards were unquestionably first.
Moreover, the clever and skillful Buga people did not simply store their treasures in dark caverns for thousands of years without seeing daylight, like those miserly dragons. They were better than anyone at putting their wealth to use. Almost no Buga ever ventured outside without being armed to the teeth. Thus, throughout their history of thousands of years, very few Buga Wizards had died unexpectedly. Almost every Artificer Wizard was synonymous with a long life.
But that was all in the past.
Just as this wizard had never imagined, his opponent was not a Witch Hunter. Her soul had once belonged to a wizard as well—and one far more outstanding than him.
No one in this world understood wizards' opponents better than wizards themselves.
Not to mention that, in another spacetime, countless members of the Silver People had fallen during the Tablet War.
The staff struck the ground, and a visible shock wave spread from that point, shooting straight toward Nemesis.
But the female knight had already rolled up from the ground. She twisted her body in midair and rolled to one side,