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"Is it possession?"
Narrowing her eyes at the Bald Man in front of her, Freya immediately guessed the type of necromancy he was using.
However, although Freya remained silent, the Bald Man seemed to have unexpectedly noticed the White Mask she was wearing. His dark pupils slightly constricted, and a sinister expression gradually appeared on his calm face.
"You are a Hunter from the Taboli Family! After more than thirty years, you still won't let me go! In that case, die!!!"
With his roar, the Bald Man charged forward rapidly, thick black smoke enveloping him as it emitted a hissing sound.
A powerful energy aura radiated from him.
Seeing this, Freya didn't hesitate to unleash her energy sense and quickly rolled away.
"Boom!!"
Before she could completely evade, a tremendous rumbling sound accompanied by a massive cloud of dust spread out.
The flying debris caused ripples in the Azure currents surrounding Freya, but fortunately, it did not harm her physical body.
As she retreated swiftly, Freya looked back in fear.
"This is physical!? His body has been enhanced to this extent; is this guy also a melee-type wizard?"
Throughout her journey, most of the wizards she encountered preferred long-range casting, using various strange Spells to kill their enemies. Aside from herself, she had not seen another melee wizard.
But unexpectedly, today she encountered one who combined physical strength with Spells.
Her gaze flickered slightly as she drew two Black Daggers from behind her. A flash of purple light surged in her hands before she suddenly shot them forward.
Amidst the thick smoke, a gigantic and pitch-black hand suddenly reached out and caught the two daggers with a sharp sound.
At this moment, the Bald Man twisted in the black smoke, his face contorted with rage as branch-like runes gradually spread to the top of his head.
He lowered his head to glance at the dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with deep mockery.
"The Hunter of the Taboli Family has devolved into this over the years."
Bang!!!
Before he could finish speaking, two massive bursts of Purple Flame suddenly erupted violently from his hands, engulfing him completely in a torrent of Ashfire.
This was followed by a series of piercing screams.
Freya calmly retracted her outstretched hand.
The bright flames made the vast space unbearably hot; this was Ashfire, a terrifying flame that could continue to burn as long as there was mental energy.
After a long while, as the screams inside grew weaker, Freya actively severed her mental connection.
Immediately, the raging flames quickly vanished.
The entire bright space returned to its original state.
In the spot where the fire had been, a dark figure lay on the ground, trembling violently, a strong smell of charred flesh emanating from it.
Standing still, Freya tried to move her injured arm and found that it was just a superficial wound, with no damage to the bone.
She extended her other uninjured hand to the wound. Tiny green light spots quickly burrowed into the injury like ants, repairing the damaged blood vessels.
She cast a slight glance at the seemingly still struggling charred body. Just as Freya slowly raised her sword, contemplating delivering another blow, the half-dead blackened figure suddenly spread its arms and began to crawl slowly off the ground.
This took Freya by surprise.
A faint sound echoed as the charred skin, resembling a peeled egg, slowly began to shed layer by layer, revealing the pulsating, crimson flesh underneath.
Thick gray smoke coiled like a serpent, continuously intertwining with the bloody flesh. In no time, the exposed flesh in the air had recovered significantly.
"I see you," a hoarse voice emerged from the damaged throat.
The Bald Man coldly fixed his remaining eye on Freya, his half-burnt face rapidly regenerating at a terrifying pace.
"However, there won't be another chance like this!"
With a rush, his not fully healed body lunged toward Freya.
The Black Smoke surrounding him immediately expanded, forming several grotesque, tangible claws that reached out toward Freya.
With a crunch, the hard stone slab was instantly carved into a long trench by these claws.
The attacks from the claws were relentless. However, thanks to the Power Field, dodging them was still somewhat manageable. But—
"Is he still alive after all this? This person's physique..." Freya thought in shock as she evaded the attacks while watching his body gradually recover.
Just moments ago, his muscles had been exposed to the air, and now they had completely healed in such a short time.
It was as if he had never sustained any injuries at all.
Freya estimated that even an average First-Level Wizard would struggle to match this level of strength.
'Could it be that during these thirty years, in this resource-scarce place, he has advanced to Second-Level Wizard?'
However, Freya immediately denied this speculation.
The difficulty of each promotion and the vast resources required meant that the accumulation of knowledge and the growth of mental strength could not possibly be established in such a resource-scarce place.
"Are you ready to die?!"
Just as Freya was distracted in thought, she suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from behind her.
Suddenly, a claw larger than her entire body came crashing down towards Freya's head.
Azure Wind automatically formed an invisible shield behind her, and then Freya quickly retreated.
'Bang!!!'
A series of transparent ripples flashed rapidly behind Freya. She felt her mind go blank for a moment, and then her body was violently thrown away by a powerful force.
'Hiss'
Her black boots left two long scars on the ground before she finally stopped.
Breathing slightly heavily, with cold sweat on her forehead, Freya glared at the formidable man in front of her.
If it weren't for her strong defensive abilities just now, she would have been in serious danger of having her head blown off.
However, even without injury, the mental energy consumed by Power Field to withstand that sudden attack had caused a brief blankness in her mind.
"Oh? You actually managed to dodge that!"
Looking at the girl who was still gasping for breath, the Bald Man smirked cruelly, revealing his white teeth. The black mist surrounding him transformed into sharp claws once again, as if he were wearing a strange suit of dark armor.
He looked at the Black Smoke on his body that reflected a metallic sheen.
Suddenly, Freya seemed to have thought of something, her eyes brightening slightly.
Just as her body had relaxed a bit, it suddenly vanished with a whoosh. Then, her form appeared above the nearly restored Bald Man.
"Blazing Edge!!"
A piercing buzzing sound mixed with intense flames erupted. The Cross Sword thrust down like a spear, aiming directly at his head.
"To think you would attack first, it's useless."
As if he had already anticipated Freya's attack direction, the Bald Man lifted his head. He extended his massive black claw-like arm directly toward the spear.
Clang!!!
A burst of red sparks exploded between them.
The Cross Sword, transformed into a Flame Lance, pressed firmly against the Bald Man's thick claw, making no progress whatsoever.
At the same time he blocked Freya's attack, the Bald Man's gaze suddenly sharpened. His other hand swiftly extended another black claw toward her!
Seeing the incoming claw, Freya did not hesitate to retract the Cross Sword and spun her body, slicing directly toward the claw.
"Second Strike!"
Sizzle!
The sharp red blade ignited as it made contact with the claw, immediately erupting in flames, accompanied by a deafening metallic cutting sound.
Even the Jet Black Armor composed of dense black smoke felt a wave of numbness from the intense heat cutting through it, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Feeling the strain on the smoke's endurance, the Bald Man's expression changed slightly. The cut black claw was instantly enveloped again by thick black smoke, becoming enormous and crashing down toward Freya.
"Die!"
'Bang!!!'
She barely managed to deflect the blow with her Cross Sword, but immediately afterward, Freya was sent flying again!
This time, however, she felt a tightness in her chest and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. Clearly, she had sustained internal injuries from this hit.
"Just as I thought!"
Wiping the traces from the corner of her mouth, Freya squinted at the distorted smoke swirling around him.
The edges of her Cross Sword had become jagged, damaged from using Special Sword Techniques just moments ago.
However, through those two attacks, Freya had begun to vaguely guess this person's weakness.
He was indeed injured, but not physically; it was his mental strength that was compromised.
Because up until now, the Black Smoke he had unleashed was nothing more than his Power Field. Everything else relied solely on his formidable physical combat abilities.
Thus, he might not be a Melee Wizard; he was likely forced into this role.
'If that's the case, then this will be easier.'
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Freya slowly stood up and flicked her Cross Sword. A Green Rune and a Red Rune gradually lit up on the Blade.
'Even with an incredibly strong physique and defense, there are limits. Nothing can appear out of thin air; not even a Power Field can cover everything!'
A stream of scorching air caused the Silver Cross Sword's Blade to emit a crimson glow.
Azure Blue Eyes revealed Azure runes as Freya stepped forward.
"Chirp!"
After a faint sound, she transformed into a white figure and charged towards the Bald Man.
"Sharp Blade, Waltz!"
Whoosh!
An invisible crimson hurricane instantly enveloped him.
Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of interlocking blades mixed with bursts of fire suddenly filled the entire space.
The speed brought by the Power Field and the explosive aura made it impossible for him to catch a glimpse of Freya's figure; he could only stand there with a dark expression.
Amidst the continuously erupting sparks, the surrounding twisting Black Smoke slowly covered him. Two sharp, black horns extended from his shining forehead, gradually forming a pitch-black armor. (To be continued)
P.S.: Congratulations on reaching two hundred chapters!
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