Seeing his opponent already pulling out the knife, ready to launch another attack at any moment, the fat man knew this was the time to fight for his life. He steeled himself and strained his right leg with all his might, trapping the blade with his bone. At the same time, he swiftly swept his magic wand backward with his right hand, and a visible blade of air automatically formed at its tip.
This was an innate ability of his Cutting Magic Wand. Simply swinging it would automatically produce an incredibly sharp cutting air blade, capable of slicing through metal and stone with ease. In close combat, it could serve perfectly well as a sword.
The fat man believed this strike was more than concealed and sudden enough, but to his surprise, his opponent seemed to have anticipated his move completely.
The moment he swept out his magic wand, his opponent abandoned the knife and retreated, easily dodging the lethal air blade.
"You're leaving your knife behind?"
The fat man was astonished, but had no time to dwell on it. He abruptly stopped his wand halfway through its swing, its tip pointing precisely in the direction his opponent had retreated. He rapidly chanted a spell-still the Fireball Spell, his strongest spell and the one he could chant fastest!
They were less than three meters apart. At such close range, a fireball would be almost impossible to dodge once launched, and the rain would barely weaken it. It was the perfect opportunity to cast!
Watching the fireball begin to take shape at his wand's tip, the fat man felt victory was assured.
But just then, to his surprise, the man opposite him also raised a magic wand toward him, a little fireball emerging at its tip as well.
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