Odds of Winning

"All mana, release!"

"Ability: Super Enhancement!"

Mordred shouted, raising the demonic sword wreathed in crimson lightning. She stomped down hard, leaving a massive crater of cracked earth beneath her feet.

Her entire body became like a bolt of thunder erupting with a roar, radiating utter destruction as she charged Leon. There was no mercy in her movements—only killing intent.

The crimson lightning arrived in an instant, closing in before Leon.

Watching his daughter suddenly accelerate, he could not help widening his eyes. Mordred's lightning-clad form reflected in his pupils as a blade thrust out from within the crimson thunder, slashing toward his head.

Bang!

The Holy Spear hurriedly...