Peide leveled his Spear. In an instant, two identical figures appeared on either side of him.
This was a very practical Spell Art in close combat, effectively distracting an opponent to better expose openings, but it had little effect on Kallen.
Behind Kallen, Puer's phantom spread her arms.
Then a ring of fire about six meters across appeared beneath Kallen's feet. It rose into a three-dimensional sphere of flame, completely enclosing him. Even the air before him distorted in the heat.
A fake was still a fake, no matter how convincing it looked. Kallen did not need to carefully distinguish the real from the false. He only needed to create an environment around himself that he could sense. The sensations produced when the real one and the fakes approached were entirely different.
Of course, only Kallen could respond this way. His reserves of Spiritual Power were so abundant, his foundation so deep, that he could afford to squander them.
In his earlier battles, the hardest part had not been fighting, but restraining himself from using his full strength as he fought.
He no longer cared what Ophelia learned, because she had already guessed. His concern was letting his opponent see something and then failing to kill him to silence him.
Kallen believed his opponent certainly carried many Sacred Artifacts. A young man from such a family background would never lack accessories. The Reincarnation Church was staying in the hotel right now, so unexpected intervention could occur at any moment.
That was why Kallen had warned Ophelia earlier. Either he kept things under control and beat him down to capture or kill him, or, if he lost control and let him see something he should not, he absolutely could not let him live!
Peide tilted his head. Kallen's fighting style had