339: Chapter 166: Determining Superiority and Deciding Life or Death_3 339: Chapter 166: Determining Superiority and Deciding Life or Death_3 The two ladies’ swordplay was spectacular, their figures agile, their moves quick, with golden locks billowing.
The fierce radiance of their swords intertwined, tracing cold, beautiful arcs across the half sky like a dance.
This was not a re contest of strength; each strike was imbued with technique and combat experience, taught by the sa master, and thus, unbreakable.
Being from different worlds ant they were different people, even if they shared the sa face, change was inevitable.
The harsh living conditions of the Inverted World had shaped Rufullo’s swordsmanship to be extre and ruthless, gradually seizing the initiative and pressing Philona.
The tips of their swords danced with a cold brightness, colliding to paint a magnificent, flowing picture.
Philona’s defense was watertight, and she calmly said, “Stop this, the conspirator lurks in the shadows.
Even if you can kill , you will not be the ultimate winner.”
Rufullo couldn’t bear to hear this.
From the mont the battle started, she lost control of her emotions and fell into hysteria, her eyes bloodshot with the singular thought of killing her counterpart from the real world.
Philona, seeing this, felt helpless.
The enemy had not yet revealed themselves, setting up two large barriers was a bold move.
She wanted to persuade her doppelganger to cease this aningless conflict, but the other simply wouldn’t listen.
Since that was the case, she had no choice but to shake off ‘herself’ first.
Philona moved nimbly, with several leaps, she jumped into the ruins of a corridor that had been shattered by magic.
Sensing the pursuing blade right behind her, she calmly deflected her sword, leaned back into a bridge while placing a hand on the ground, her straight back tensing her robe, waiting for the fierce blade to whoosh past her face before sweeping her own cold edge down.
Rufullo, eager to press the attack, moved too quickly and failed to evade this stroke, a line of blood tearing open across her chest and abdon, instantly soaking her white robe red.
With one hand on the ground, Philona finished her move with a sweeping leg kick, sending Rufullo flying into the distance.
She picked up a suitcase from the rubble and kindly said, “You do not belong to this world, its grudges have nothing to do with you.
Your wounds are not lethal.
Do not pursue any further.
Once the Forbidden Magic Domain disperses, tend to your injuries and return.”
With that, she left without looking back.
“Stop, I haven’t lost yet!”
Rufullo shouted loudly, clutching her bleeding chest and abdon as she gave chase.
“You are no match for , your murderous intent has clouded your mind…”
Philona walked further away, not bothering whether Rufullo could hear her or not, as she searched for the original second floor in the chaotic space.
She had tried to persuade her.
If the other insisted on being obstinate, all Philona could do was to pray for her.
Hope she’s safe!
First, it was the Mirror Space, followed by the Forbidden Magic Domain—deadly moves without providing a single chance of escape.
“These two barriers couldn’t possibly be sustained by ordinary forces…”
Philona felt a shadow of concern cross her mind, considering the possibility of the Windsor Magic Departnt being involved, rembering that two Golden Mages were still in combat, she clung to a sliver of hope that there might still be room for maneuver.
anwhile, Rufullo, with a pallid face, chased after Philona, blood dripping down her robe onto the ground, each step taken with extre difficulty.
“Excuse , miss, are you the person from the mirror?”
Hearing the voice behind her, Rufullo turned her head with venomous fury.
“It seems you are.”
Seeing the red glow in the eyes of the stranger, Wayne silently nodded, slightly conflicted before preparing to take a detour and leave.
He does not hit won.
“Wait a mont.”
Rufullo called out to Wayne, her gaze turning to Mona at his side, specifically to the neck area, swallowing her saliva with a hint of longing.
Mona frowned, the palpable malice making her quite uncomfortable: “Boss, can I hit her?”
“Forget it, don’t bully soone.
She is already injured.”
Wayne shook his head, showing compassion: “Take her sword away; it’s too dangerous.
If she falls, it could worsen her wounds.”
“You’re so thoughtful.”
“Always been this way, just used to being a good person.”
Wayne sighed.
He was too kind, which often put him at a disadvantage in society.
Rufullo listened to their conversation, dumbfounded, the ridiculousness making her burst out laughing.
Although injured, she was still a Golden Mage at her core and confident that she could subdue them with her Essence of Life alone.
Kill the man, keep the woman for blood replenishnt!
A flash of white, and the world spun around Rufullo before she fell, losing consciousness.
Her last monts were filled with astonishnt that Mona could still wield magic power.
To ignore the Forbidden Magic Domain, she must at least be of Legendary Mage level.
Good, this ant her other self from the real world was dood.
Mona retracted her straight punch, the glow of the Stigmata on the back of her hand fading.
Unaware that she had just knocked down the Golden Mage from the Inverted World, she picked up the dropped sword.
Seeing Rufullo’s severe wounds, she felt a pang of pity and tore her own robe into strips to provide a rudintary bandage.
What goes around cos around, she received her reward on the spot!
Upon lifting the white robe, Mona noticed a gun holster at the waist of Rufullo.
Her eyes lit up: “Boss, there’s also a gun.”
“That’s even more dangerous.
If it goes off, it could be fatal for the injured, quickly take it.”
“Oh.”
Mona knew such behavior was shaful; her education didn’t allow her to abet wickedness, but then again, principles applied to the situation, not the person.
If it were her Angel master, everything would be excusable.
The master had told her not to ask questions when unnecessary, and being obedient, she refrained from further explanation.
“The sword is a bit slender, but the gun looks good…”
“A Magic Handgun?!”
Wayne’s eyes brightened.
What did he say?
Tis have changed, and surely soone had upgraded the model.
“Brilliant, I’ve finally found you.”
Wayne moved forward, morizing Rufullo’s face, curious to see if the original handgun was the one he had lost.
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