Over the imperial capital of Kyrik, a black tower lood in the sky, emanating a cold, rciless aura.
It was like the chill of winter, piercing and biting, with white snowflakes frozen in the air, drifting down continuously.
"Interesting, it's been a long ti since I've seen such a reckless junior," Taylor said with a cold smile as he stood under the shadow of the Dark Tower, watching Leslie charge toward him.
The black tattoos on his aged face squird, gathering at his feet and transforming into a thick, inky black swamp. Then, black spikes shot upward, colliding with the frigid current emanating from the Dark Tower, producing a resounding clash.
Even though Taylor could see that the Dark Tower was extraordinary and mysterious, as a grandmaster-tier mage, he wielded the power of the world itself.
He transford the environnt into a swamp, matching the power of the Dark Tower.
With each collision, his suppressed aura was gradually recovering.
"Ice Dragon's Wrath!"
At that mont, Leslie's cold, low voice suddenly rang out.
The turbulent mana and mind power surged from her, pouring into the ice runes.
Behind her, a massive ice dragon, ford entirely of frosty energy, slowly erged.
This ice dragon, tens of ters tall like a towering structure, glead with sharp triangular scales that reflected the biting cold. Its imposing and ruthless gaze conveyed its
overwhelming might.
As Leslie charged at Taylor like a teor, the dragon opened its fearso maw and unleashed a blast of frigid blue dragon breath.
Wherever the breath reached, the temperature plumted, and everything froze over in a flurry of snow and ice.
The dragon's breath contained the power of Order, and even Taylor, a grandmaster-tier mage, found his body encased in thick ice, freezing him into a statue and completely halting his movents.
However, the frozen layer cracked almost imdiately, the fissures resembling exploded fish scales, ready to shatter at any mont.
But in that brief instant of freezing, Leslie had already closed the distance.
Surrounded by the blazing magic flas born from burning her mana core, Leslie's aura beca even more volatile and fierce.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Leslie had turned into a human weapon, unleashing a relentless barrage of magical attacks that pounded against the ice encasing Taylor.
Empowered by the Order of Ice, each attack landed with deafening force.
"Ugh!"
Taylor groaned in pain, blood spurting from his mouth.
The blood was ice-cold, steaming with frost, and even had tiny ice crystals forming within it.
After being frozen by the Order of Ice, Taylor's defenses were at their weakest.
He couldn't cast any spells to block Leslie's ferocious assault, and he was forced to endure the full brunt of her terrifying attacks.
"Damn it!"
Within the blink of an eye, the enraged Taylor clenched his fists.
The black swamp beneath him exploded outward in a powerful shockwave, instantly
shattering the ice ford by the Order of Ice into dust.
Then, with a fist that had been gathering strength, Taylor struck forward like a sledgehamr. Mana swirled like a hurricane around his fist, the force of his blow tearing through the void.
The swamp transford into countless twisted tentacles, sealing off Leslie's escape routes. Taylor's rage-fueled fist grew larger and larger in Leslie's eyes, but she was already prepared. Her cold, ruthless gaze shot toward the Dark Tower above Taylor's head.
The Dark Tower trembled, and from its abyssal depths, a massive kitsune claw erged like a descending pillar of heaven, slamming into Taylor's body unexpectedly.
Taylor, whose attention had been fully focused on Leslie, didn't anticipate this sudden change.
The kitsune claw pinned him in midair, pressing him into the shattered void, his lower body sinking into the broken mirror-like space.
The injury, combined with the fact that he had been wounded by Leslie, a re diamond-tier mage, made Taylor's eyes burn red with fury, as though they would bleed!
"Inferno Obliteration!"
A hoarse and crazed voice erupted from Taylor's throat.
His body turned into a black sludge, breaking free from the kitsune claw's hold and the constraints of the void. He reappeared in front of Leslie like a specter.
Taylor could sense clearly that Leslie's mana core was nearly half burned.
On any other day, he might have backed off, allowing her to destroy herself.
But Leslie's defiance and provocations had stoked his fury.
He wanted Leslie to die by his own hands, not by the burning of her mana core!
Instantly, Taylor, now wrapped in black sludge like a nacing specter, lunged at Leslie with relentless fury, aiming to destroy her completely.
Leslie's body glowed with a cold light, armor of solid ice forming around her.
Like an ice queen, her entire being radiated with surging magical energy.
Their collision shattered the very space around them, their intertwined figures blurring as they exchanged rapid, unpredictable strikes.
Buildings near the battle zone, even under the protection of the Dark Tower, cracked and
crumbled.
In the shockwaves of their combat, it seed as though all matter was on the verge of being
pulverized.
"Her Majesty Leslie's strength is terrifying! She's fighting a grandmaster-tier mage!"
"To think a diamond-tier mage could hold her own against a grandmaster-tier mage-this is unbelievable!"
The mages in the imperial capital, who had been watching the battle between Leslie and Taylor, were in utter shock.
Though they had always known Leslie was an exceptionally talented and powerful queen, they hadn't realized her power reached such extraordinary levels.
Even the spies from various nations, who had been lurking in the capital, were dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.
For them, a master-tier mage was already considered the pinnacle of strength.
Now, this grandmaster-tier mage was clearly going all out, shattering the very void, yet he couldn't take down Leslie. In fact, his injuries were growing more severe!
The clash between these two had shaken the entire city.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing, staring at the distant battle in awe.
Though they didn't know why the grandmaster-tier mage was fighting Leslie, the outco of
their battle would undoubtedly alter the course of history.
As the first queen of Azure Kingdom, Leslie's fall or survival would decide the fate of the kingdom-whether it would be torn apart by other hungry nations or continue to stand
strong.
And if she defeated a grandmaster-tier mage, it would be a historic first on the continent!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Their battle continued for only a short while longer. After exchanging hundreds of blows in quick succession, a deafening crash echoed across the sky.
Suddenly, a figure was thrown back, battered and bloodied by the aftermath of the clash.
The onlookers held their breath, staring intently at the scene. Was Leslie finally overwheld?
As this thought crossed their minds, they saw the figure arc through the air before crashing into the palace walls with imnse force, shattering the wall into rubble and sending dust
flying.
Then, everyone saw Taylor lying in the massive crater, his body drenched in blood, covered in claw marks, with crimson blood pooling around him.
Taylor, the grandmaster-tier mage, had been severely injured and thrown from the
battlefield!
Countless onlookers widened their eyes in shock, unable to close their gaping mouths.
At that mont, a chilling gleam cut through the air-a spear thrown by Leslie, tearing
through the sky with the sound of splitting fabric.
It aid directly at Taylor's forehead, carrying the final blow of the fight.
Taylor, still in excruciating pain, felt his body unresponsive.
Leslie's relentless attacks, along with the Dark Tower and kitsune, had been more than he
could handle.
Now, this spear was imbued with lethal intent, and in his current state, he had no way to
survive a final strike infused with Order.
In desperation, Taylor crushed a ring on his finger, causing the space behind him to warp and
swallow him whole.
Almost at the sa mont he vanished, Leslie's spear, its energy spent, fell from the sky, its glow fading as it tumbled to the ground.
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