Jiang Han adjusted her strategy.
The moment the second match began, she seized upon her advantage. With magic power cradled within her, she charged straight into within ten meters of Ludwig like a moth flying into the flames.
A dangerous distance.
The Final Witch's magic power surged like ocean waves, restricting the speed that had once let her sweep through all opposition. That terrifying magic power could [evaporate] an enemy through proximity alone. It was like radiation—some utterly horrifying kind of radiation. Without magic power to resist it, it could destroy a witch's flesh in an instant, reducing even her skeleton to drifting ash.
With a light flick of the Sovereign Scepter in Ludwig's hand, six rainwater doves in elegant forms came swooping down like a flock of birds.
Jiang Han's spell recognition was not good enough to tell what kind of spell it was.
Her recognition ability was not strong.
But she possessed reflexes that countless witches envied.
Within her exquisite Eternal Ice Eye, the spell's trajectories were swiftly calculated. She could see them—she could see this method imbued with the power of destructive magic.
She had to put pressure on Ludwig.
Jiang Han's mind, Jiang Han's thoughts, every action Jiang Han took—all of them strained with everything they had toward that goal.
Light sword in hand, she launched an exceedingly swift close-range thrust. At the same time, she channeled magic power to create three active plant traps behind Ludwig, while drawing sand from the desert of the Pharaoh Giant Cat Lamp from her material pack in front of her and casting [Pharaoh's Death Pact], which could drain all the water from an enemy's body upon hitting them.
A carefully arranged killing blow.
But it was ineffective.
Ludwig first triggered the spell-negating shield on the Sovereign Scepter. Then, with