Chapter 522: Chapter D193: Victory
The brother stood silently in the center of the training ground, his erald green eyes glistening with enchantnt from the Magic Power, unblinking.
He focused intently, analyzing every move of the Hero.
How will you attack? Start with enhancing magic? Rely on the instincts of Transformation to cast Attack Magic? Or charge directly into close combat?
As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle.
In the brother’s mind, combat was never purely a contest of Strength, but a struggle of intelligence and strategy.
By analyzing the enemy’s intelligence beforehand and predicting their movent, if his observations and calculations succeed, he could leverage on-the-spot tactics or overarching strategy to gain absolute advantage, playing the opponent cleverly.
With this precise foresight and master-level arcane expertise, he could engage in close combat with powerful Magic Creatures, defeat opponents unhurt; he could also remain unfazed amidst the surging Arcane Surge, lightly raise his Magic Wand and annihilate the enemy.
But today, the girl before him broke all his forecasts.
Her words and deeds were unexpected and filled with surprising changes.
His earlier strategic arrangents beca aningless, now he attempted to turn the tides tactically through ticulous observation.
The next mont, he saw his sister slowly open her eyes.
Neither erald green, nor blue, nor crimson, but—
Pure gold.
Her golden eyes resembled the sun in the sky, gently reflecting their shadows, captivating as if in a dream.
Then, the girl softly raised her pale arm, gently as a breeze caressing by, making the light of the world stand still.
It was neither an Attack, nor a chanting.
“Dance—?” Recognizing the opening move, the brother’s pupils contracted.
In the next instant, it’s like staring directly at the sun, tears welled up in the young man’s eyes, involuntarily closing them in pain.
[Brother activates skill: Ice Heart (Above 206, Brother First Attack)]
2d311 93=(277) (27) 93=397
The Hero lightly raised her pure hand, her fingers blooming open like flowers, yet gathering like shy grass, the dancing fingertips tracing golden swirling marks in the air, scattering burning stardust.
The sun above transford into her spotlight, the flickering atmosphere as if unveiling the stage curtain.
Boots burned into Ash in the fiery light, her bare feet gently leapt, the tip of her foot glided over the polished stone slabs of the training ground, drawing a bright arc of fla.
Instantly, the flas spread as if igniting the entire stage.
She smiled lightly, extending an invitation.
“Brother, please enjoy—”
“—I am not a re audience below the stage, do not underestimate .”
Hardly had her words faded when a Raging Wind blew through, scattering the dancer’s invitation.
Freed from the Charm influence above Legendary, the brother reopened his eyes, a faint hint of blood in the whites, pupils icy amidst molten lava, gaze sharp.
In an instant, his silhouette vanished from his original spot.
“In a preditated battle, a Mage needs to move slowly.”
A flash of his father’s teachings in the brother’s mind—the key to absolute victory lies in prolonged ticulous preparation.
“But in an unexpected encounter, a Mage must be fast, even a second’s delay can change the outco.”
Even if it’s only a second quicker, after completing the first Magic Technique, a Mage could begin to plan for victory; even just a second slower might lead to their downfall.
The brother abandoned any analysis of the Hero’s abilities, casting aside any predictions of the future, now with only one thought in mind:
‘Another second’s hesitation and doubt will lead to defeat!’
[Brother activates skill: High Wind Chanting (Every 70 points = one stacking opportunity)]
2d143 30=(4) (142) 30=176
The sword wand sliced a curve through the air, the Wind Magic Power surging, harmonizing with the elents in the atmosphere.
At this mont, the young man seed less like a Mystic Master pursuing knowledge, more like the most decisive Swordsman, unhesitatingly unleashing a fierce slash upon the smiling dancer!
Before the sharp sword light could arrive, the sword wind already cut through the flas below, but faced with the sword edge Inches Away, the Hero’s smile remained unchanged, rely bowing in a gesture of gratitude to the audience,
Then, she danced elegantly.
[Hero activates skill: Dancing Fla Prayer Light]
D184 d263 120=d184(142) d263(197) 120=459
[Brother activates skill: Thousand Forms Array (50 , 120 )]
2d156=(15) (103)=118
The girl’s smile was as bright as the morning sun, her dancing graceful as celestial beings descending, invoking all the audience’s longing and imagination for beauty.
Even with the sword swung, the brother’s expression blurred for a mont, though it quickly chilled once again.
“Once and again, and again! Truly infuriating!”
However, the brother’s anger did not make the Hero flinch, she rely raised the corners of her mouth slightly, winking mischievously.
“But this ti, it’s my first to be faster than brother.”
After a blink, the Hero’s bare foot lightly stood in place, her body leaning back, her waist bending into an admirable arc like a flower blooming in Fiery Fla.
Her dance aroused the Magic Elent across the heavens and earth, eagerly responding to the Hero’s call, rushing to her side, encircling around her.
[Hero activates skill: Immobility, Grudge]
[Hero’s dance succeeded, Holy Stage—Fortress, successfully constructed]
[This round, Hero’s Shield Value (Grudge shield D Intelligence 50, Constitution Armor 39, Equipnt Wind Moon Night 40, vow 66, Immobility*2, Praying Light Dancer status, Wind Moon Night’s Extra Skill cannot be activated)]
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