Mage Hunter, one shot, one kill.
Now that was modern artillery!
Rowan leaned back with a smile as dark green smoke engulfed the New-Style Reinforced Warships, and the blast sent waves more than ten meters high surging upward.
The results of the previous two events had suggested this would be an evenly matched contest.
But no one had expected the clash between the Iron Warship and the New-Style Reinforced Warships to turn into a one-sided slaughter.
The Ironboat Adept spat blood, his abdomen wracked with pain. The energy that struck the Reinforced Barrier in that instant had left him no time to react.
He had never encountered such a violent collision of energy. Without any frame of reference, he had been unable to judge whether he could withstand the impact.
The Reinforced Barrier could easily withstand conventional cannon fire, but Mage Hunter was no New-Style Cannon. It was a ranged weapon that concentrated highly potent arcane and chaotic energies.
Moreover, Mage Hunter was simply too fast. So fast that no one aboard the warship had time to react.
Without Rhonin's protection, everyone operating inside the warship would probably have been killed in the explosion.
Before the sound of the explosion even reached them, the Teleportation Spell had already taken effect.
Rhonin brought Bob, Fern, and all the soldiers aboard the warship to one side of the spectator stands. The contest was over.
The guild presidents and aristocratic officials stared, dumbfounded, their rapid breathing sucking every last trace of cheer from the air.
In their eyes, Rowan's smile became the hideous face of a demon.
Cold prison cells seemed close enough to touch, and the gentle, balmy sea breeze turned damp and biting.
The lords began to applaud. Behind them, the spectators rose stiffly, forcing smiles as they suppressed their fear.