"Die!"
At some point, a greatsword had appeared in Merlin's hand. Though he no longer had any mana, his physical strength rivaled that of a peak third-level Elemental Swordsman. He was only a step away from becoming a Fourth-Level Elemental Swordsman.
With such formidable physical strength, when he hurled the greatsword with all his might, it flew as fast as a streak of white light cutting through the air, producing sharp hissing sounds.
The hooded man had the same idea as Merlin. He spun around sharply, and a small black crossbow appeared in his hand. He pulled the trigger, and a black arrow instantly shot toward Merlin.
The hooded man was a wandering Spellcaster, and his means of preserving his life were endless. Carrying a crossbow was merely a precaution. After all, wandering Spellcasters did not possess the wealth of Spellcasters from Spellcaster Organizations, nor could they afford powerful casting tools. They could only carry crossbows or other tools for protection.
Whether it was the crossbow bolt or the greatsword Merlin had thrown, both were incredibly fast. Their mana had now been exhausted, and neither could cast defensive Spells anymore.
"Screech!"
Merlin's greatsword plunged straight into the hooded man's abdomen. The powerful impact nearly sent him flying backward before he crashed heavily onto the ground. His expression twisted in agony, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. Yet after struggling twice, he could do nothing more and finally lost all signs of life.
The hooded man's black arrow was equally swift. Merlin's Earth Guardian no longer contained any mana, and all he could do was cast Gale Spell and dodge to the side as quickly as possible.
However, he still failed to evade the black arrow. It pierced directly into his calf, and Merlin immediately felt intense pain, followed by