What's There to Be Happy About?

"Swish!"

The sharp saber sliced through the air like a streak of white silver light, descending from above and cleaving toward Luo Zhen.

Gretan appeared silently behind Luo Zhen and slashed down without holding back, the cold arc of light on the weapon flashing.

This general, who was reputed to stand alongside Edward Rutherford, had honed superb swordsmanship through years of campaigning across countless battlefields.

Now, in this completely anti-magic space, Gretan's superb swordsmanship had finally come in handy, allowing him to unleash a lethal slash at Luo Zhen.

Although Edmund had already extended an olive branch to Luo Zhen and been tempted by his power, wanting to recruit him, Gretan had no intention whatsoever of leaving him alive. He brought the blade straight down at Luo Zhen's head.

Thus, the icy glint on the blade reached Luo Zhen first, allowing him to sense the fierce wind rushing up from behind.

Faced with this sudden slash, unable to use magic or release magical power, even an exceptionally talented Magus would have met a tragic end, wouldn't they?

Although truly exceptional Magi were generally capable of learning the ability known as the 'Heavenly Eye' and perceiving everything happening in all directions, magical power could not be released outside the body in this anti-magic space. No magical waves could form, and the surroundings could not be detected. Naturally, the 'Heavenly Eye' could not function.

The same applied to the other Magus skills. Whether it was 'Telekinesis,' 'Magic Defense,' or even 'Magic Resilience,' they all required magical power to be converted into psychic power and released outside the body. It was impossible for them to work in this anti-magic space.

But...

"Do you really think this kind of sneak attack can fool the 'Mind's Eye'?"

Luo Zhen's voice slowly spread through the air.