Lan Qingyou Expressed Great Disappointment. "Hmph, Lan Qingyou, do you think you've won?"
"Otherwise?"
Lan Qingyou kept her head tilted.
Other than that gesture—
her hands, feet, and body all remained perfectly still.
As though she, too, were unable to move.
"Good, very good. I always thought you were arrogant before, but I never expected you to become even more arrogant after a hundred years."
"Then let me see what gives you the right to be so arrogant!"
Seeing Lan Qingyou frozen in that affected pose, as if she were mocking him, Marshall gnashed his teeth.
"Is that so? Then I'll wait and see."
Lan Qingyou raised a brow, knowing he was likely holding back some ultimate move.
Being cautious did not mean she was afraid of trouble.
The other party was clearly preparing to fight.
She had no reason to stop him, either.
No matter how formidable it was, it could not defeat a Star Beast.
Since that was the case, she would see what tricks this old fool could pull off.
So Lan Qingyou quietly watched Marshall put on his show.
Then she saw Marshall raise the longsword in his hand.
Marshall raised his longsword very slowly.
And the movement was noticeably jerky.
Perhaps because he could not move, yet was forcing himself to do so.
But Lan Qingyou knew this was the consequence of moving within this anti-magic zone.
Or rather, the consequence of forcing oneself to move.
This area had been designed from the start to prevent people from moving.
But as the caster of the magic, Marshall naturally had permission to move.
It was just that this permission, while it existed, was not all that extensive.
That was why, when he forced himself to move, he looked like an unskilled puppet.
As for why Lan