Bang! Bang!
Mahama slammed his two fists together before his chest. With the impact of his fists, an infectious smile had already spread across his face.
Ruger could tell that it was a smile from the heart.
"Come! Choose your spell!"
Rolling his shoulders, Mahama walked over twenty paces away and stopped.
"Judging by the way you look, you probably haven't tried this kind of game before. Remember, since this is an unlimited single-spell match, if you instinctively use a second spell, it counts as a loss... Don't let me sense the fluctuations of a second spell. Of course, if you can cast it secretly, that's your own skill."
As Mahama spoke, he stared straight at Ruger.
In a single-spell match, there was no need to actively tell the opponent which spell one had chosen.
Ruger thought for a moment. Given his current state of mind, he wanted to let loose a little more.
But the name of this game alone made its nature clear. It was meant to be controlled—to keep the risks manageable. This was a single-spell duel where only one spell could be chosen. As the number of spells available increased, so did the danger to the two duelists.
"You seem to have a different opinion?"
Mahama seemed to have seen through Ruger's thoughts. Smiling, he looked eager to give it a try.
Ruger shook his head.
"There are still things to do. Getting injured wouldn't be good."
As Ruger spoke, he began rolling his shoulders as well.
Given his current mood, Foul-Smelling Skin was naturally not an option. He needed a spell that would let him fight to his heart's content while offering a certain degree of safety.
Looking at Mahama in the distance, he raised a hand and clenched his fist. He had already made