Psychic Blast Cannon

Selina soon paid for her mistake. When she leaped up to dodge the first Fireball, Sissol smiled faintly instead and turned his Magic Staff toward her in midair.

In an instant, the Fireball flared and changed direction, racing toward Selina like a homing missile.

Oh no! Selina realized she had been too rash. Quick as she was, she flipped in midair, transformed into a raven, and dodged the second Fireball. But the third followed close behind, faster than the first two. It struck before she could fly away.

The blow sent Selina's Magic Power into turmoil. Unable to maintain her transformation, she reverted to human form and plummeted nearly ten meters to the ground.

Sissol was about to move in for the kill when Freya appeared. She was covered in blood, with two enormous Bone Claws floating behind her and murderous intent radiating from her like a witch from hell. The sight of Selina wounded made that intent sharper still. Sissol frowned. Knowing he faced a formidable opponent, he abandoned his attack and fixed his gaze on Freya.

He stayed on guard. The little girl controlling those huge Bone Claws felt ten times more dangerous than the woman who could make ravens explode. He could sense that Freya was also an Advanced Magic Apprentice. But as a graduate of Saint Tower Academy, he had every confidence in himself. He had exceptional talent for fire magic, superb control over his Magic Power, and plenty of combat experience. He saw no reason to lose to a girl of eleven or twelve.

Sissol was proud and confident. As long as his opponent was not a Formal Rank Transcendent, he believed he could take them on.

This time, however, Freya exceeded his expectations. She looked up at the mage standing on a roof twenty