Chapter 979: But You Won't Win Even Once
They had won.
Amilo, collapsed on the ground, had also tipped the scales at the same time, making victory in this chaotic battle lean completely toward them. Ash still maintained his peak combat strength. No one knew how he had managed to severely injure Amilo at the cost of just a few ribs. This man was lazy, childish, and vulgar to the extreme, disastrous when it came to the little things, but he had never once disappointed anyone when it came to the big ones.
Igula's heart trembled. He knew the rest was only garbage time. Even the Earth Abyss Young Man Arcanist, who could use Spell Spirits, had no path left but defeat under the pincer attack of that scumbag master-and-servant pair, Vishy and Ash, let alone the Curse Elf female arcanist and the Coffin-Bearing Princess Tiramisu.
They had won, and they had done it by defeating this group of Legendary Arcanists openly and squarely with absolute, overwhelming power. They were fugitives chased by Fate until they had to run east and west, always drifting through life in misery. They had lost from Blood Moon to Gospel, from Gospel to Senluo, from Senluo to Stars, losing and losing all the way—but before they knew it, even the legends of the mortal world were no longer their match.
When Igula first saw Ash in Broken Lake Prison, he had thought this guy was a loser destined by Fate, and he still thought so even after this guy beat him up. It was only when this Heretic Leader tried every trick in the book to drag him into his crew and told him the mayor's plan for Blood Moon Judgment that Igula suddenly felt he might have been wrong.
There were too many