"Bloomfield, it looks like I'll be the victor today!"
As Walton spoke, the aura of magic power around him kept growing, as though his reserves were bottomless. Even the new storm taking shape high in the sky was torn apart.
But the Pirate King's magical aura was also growing stronger, as though his severed arm had nothing to do with him.
The next instant, the Pirate King moved first, charging on wind and thunder and slamming toward Walton like a cannonball.
"Then die with me!"
Walton neither dodged nor retreated. His gloves wove a vast net of magic power before him.
Boom!
The two seventh-tier combatants collided again. Although Mulan had already moved out of the way, the terrifying impact swept over him, sending him skimming across the sea like a leaf in a gale.
Walton's fathomless gaze met the Pirate King's lightning-filled eyes. At this moment, neither spells nor techniques mattered. It was a contest of sheer strength and magic power.
The magical storm Walton and the Pirate King unleashed stirred the air currents around the great vortex.
Walton felt the Pirate King's magic power growing ever more violent, as though he truly meant to take Walton down with him. But was that really the case?
The Pirate King's eyes were clearly filled with bitter reluctance. Walton, who had now regained his full composure, offered him a second choice.
After another shuddering clash of magic power, Walton flickered aside, deliberately avoiding the brunt of the attack.
In an instant, the Pirate King's lightning shot into the distance, finally vanishing where sea met sky. The Pirate King himself disappeared with it.
Bloomfield had fled.
Walton stood on the sea. Only after a long while did Mulan swim over. Now, only the two of them remained nearby; even Newt and the