Although her opponent wore an unfamiliar "armament," the enhancement an "armament" provided depended on the wearer's own strength.
Someone lacking sufficient personal strength could never suddenly become powerful just by wearing an impressive "armament."
Moreover, "armaments" consumed enormous amounts of magic power. The fiercer the battle and the more power used, the greater the consumption.
Thus, her initial plan had been to feign an exchange with her opponent, maintaining the appearance of an evenly matched battle until the other party's magic power was nearly exhausted, then pretend to be sent flying by a full-force blow—smoothly withdrawing from the battlefield.
After all, her opponent was a powerful human wearing an "armament," and there was another hidden expert standing watch. As a delicate Vampire Heiress, wasn't it perfectly reasonable for her to flee in order to save her life?
To make her plight look convincing, Nalar had even prepared to flee the Free City in one breath, escaping thousands—tens of thousands—of li away!
She could not see through this sudden group of academy-trained magisters at all. She had wanted to flee long ago.
If the "Immortal Demon King" had not truly been impossible to kill, and if she had not feared the Demon King settling accounts with her afterward, she would never have dragged things out until now.
Thus, believing she had found an opportunity, Nalar began exchanging blows with Dark in a cautious and steady manner.
But the moment they clashed, Nalar began to regret it.
Her opponent was at least twice as strong as she had judged. It was not that she was unable to fight back, but she could no longer control the entire battle.
And without control of the battle, how could she put on an inconspicuous performance?
"This is bad..."
Nalar immediately began to feel like retreating.