It was noon, and the sun hung high.
Rudeus hovered twenty meters above the ground, the Pride Water Dragon King held horizontally before him. The Magic Stone on its shaft refracted a deep blue sheen in the sunlight. The Dharma Wheel behind his head slowly rotated, radiating a pale golden glow that shone in concert with the blazing sun overhead.
Rudeus knew quite a bit about dealing with a swordsman.
Flight Magic was undoubtedly fatal to a pure swordsman, because they had a hard time hitting an enemy flying in the sky.
The same held true even for the Water God Style. Although it could reflect magic, that did not necessarily mean it could hit a mage high in the air.
As long as the mage kept gaining altitude, counterattacking with the Water God Style would become increasingly difficult, especially against a mage like Rudeus, who had both the raw stats and the special mechanics to back them up.
Unless the opponent practiced both swordsmanship and magic, like him and Radeus, dealing with it would be extremely unpleasant.
The opponent could keep flying overhead, constantly throwing spells at you, while you could only passively take it without any way to deal with him!
It was utterly obnoxious!
There's no way I can lose this fight! I'll win! Timing, terrain, support-everything's on my side. I can't find a reason to lose!
Rudeus looked down at North God III below, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Let me make one thing clear first. You're the challenger!"
His voice came from high above, carrying a condescending arrogance.
"Heh, so arrogant? Azure Death God, let me see what you're worth!"
Alexander looked up at Rudeus in the sky, without the slightest trace of panic on his face. Instead, he revealed an excited smile.
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