Rhode actually wasn't all that confident.
Mainly, he had used up too much mana and couldn't cast any powerful offensive spells now. If he wanted to win, he would have to rely on Blue Melancholy.
Although Blue Melancholy had performed well before, his opponent this time was a formidable expert. The outcome was anything but certain.
The two of them now stood in the center of the clearing, while everyone around them tacitly spread out into two camps.
Clearly, this was a showdown between the leaders. This fight alone would essentially decide the final outcome, so there was no need for anyone else to interfere.
"Die!" Without another word, Oto roared and charged at Rhode.
Oto was closing in fast!
Rhode made Blue Melancholy leap backward, opening up some distance. At the same time, fireballs shot from its head one after another, hurtling toward Oto.
But Oto darted and twisted through the gaps between the fireballs like an agile cheetah.
The way he dodged from side to side reminded Rhode of the times he played with his joystick...
An airplane shooter, that is! Steer your plane through all those bullets. If you're a real man, last thirty seconds!
But this was far more dangerous than playing a game.
Oto dodged most of the fireballs. A few looked certain to hit him, but he brought his blades up in time to deflect them, then kept advancing.
The distance Rhode had just opened up rapidly shrank again, and Oto's murderous expression came clearly into view!
Rhode could even make out the details of the two dark blades in his hands.
Judging by the mottled, dried blood on them, those blades had not only seen years of use, but had also claimed plenty of lives.
In an instant, Oto was right in front