Whoosh!
A wisp of breeze swept past.
Malinda pressed down on her Deerstalker Hat, leaped sideways, and flickered into view a hundred meters away.
The next instant-
Boom!
The invisible breeze turned into a gray tornado.
And that gray tornado swept sideways like a club.
Amid the explosive roar, the spot where Malinda had stood was reduced to wreckage.
Trees and rocks alike were shattered by that sweeping blow.
A middle-aged man in a black military uniform, his expression cold, walked slowly out of the darkness.
In the distance, Malinda narrowed her eyes at him.
During their exchange, her Smoke had been countered, leaving her to rely on items and a few undead to deal with him. But against a Step-Entry opponent of this caliber, most items were clearly useless. She had laid two traps, and both had been triggered.
Yet neither had so much as scratched him.
Even his clothes remained intact.
And her?
Under his relentless pressure, she was running out of options.
This kind of stifling fight left Malinda deeply uncomfortable.
Boom!
After another flicker, the dangerous gleam of a big cat on the hunt appeared in Malinda's narrowed eyes.
She was ready to play her trump card.
There might be trouble afterward.
But...
If she could not even get past this obstacle and died here, what future was there to talk about?
At that thought, Malinda put her pipe back between her lips.
Whoosh!
The thick smoke carried the fresh scent of mint.
That bastard Arthur had said it smelled nice, so she had specially blended it herself.
And what had happened?
The bastard had left her behind and run off.
Some damned brother he turned out to be!
Malinda cursed inwardly.
Of course, she knew Arthur had left for a reason, perhaps even because he