But she did not beco anxious because of this, on the contrary, the more fraught the situation beca, the more calmly she approached it.
The Weave of Fate in her hands was already struggling to maintain its own form, and it wasn't far from dissipating completely, but Erald Sparrow still couldn't observe any opportunity that would determine the outco of the battle.
If she knew the exact abilities of her opponent's magic equipnt, then Erald Sparrow might have been able to directly sabotage "Bai Wu", but unfortunately, Yuan was combative rather than foolish. Once her aura had been separated, she kept silent about her abilities.
Clearly, she also knew that Erald Sparrow's magic equipnt had a certain ti limit. Once the five-minute limit was up, the enemy before her would no longer pose a threat. So, instead of being anxious to resolve the fight, Yuan seed more like she was enjoying it.
The ti limit for the reappearance had only half a minute remaining.
The rhythm of the weapons clashing grew faster, and Erald Sparrow began to press further, trying to find an opening in her opponent's defense. However, Yuan, though on the defensive, still guarded tightly, preferring more minor injuries over revealing additional information.
If it weren't for the fundantal nature of their battle changing, most would be unaware that they weren't engaging in a life-or-death struggle, but were instead waging a unique information war.
When the battle entered the final twenty seconds, Yuan even began to use defensive tactics akin to a turtle shell, focusing solely on not making mistakes, completely giving up on offense.
"So this is what you call a straightforward victory?" Erald Sparrow once again tried to provoke her opponent with words, "Winning by running out the clock?"
"Each soldier has their maneuvers, every battle its strategy."
Amidst intense attacks, Yuan's lips slightly curled into a smile: "Stamina is an indispensable part of combat, and there's no sha in outlasting your opponent."
"Excuses," Erald Sparrow blandly pointed out the true nature of her opponent's words.
"The fact is, as long as I win without guilt in my heart, that's enough."
Yuan laughed a bit casually: "No matter how pretty the words, victory is what matters most. When there's a chance to win, no matter how ssy the victory, you seize the opportunity!"
After saying this, she continued to adopt a defensive stance, seemingly determined to drag the fight out until the end.
With only ten seconds remaining, Erald Sparrow gave up all extraneous tactics and launched her final assault, using a hundred percent of her energy to unleash a full-scale attack.
Swords, daggers, and gauntlets—she kept changing the forms of her magic equipnt, steadily closing the gap between them, until at last, they could clearly see each other's eyes.
Yuan's heterochromatic eyes were like a fiery blaze, burning with confidence; Erald Sparrow's eyes were like a calm lake, hiding the unknown.
With only five seconds left, she unleashed her masterpiece of threads, weaving them into a form never before seen under their mutual gaze, a scythe extending from behind Yuan's back.
"Masterpiece, number five, Harpe of Reaping."
Exploiting the transformative nature of the threads themselves, bypassing the restrictions of human movent, Erald Sparrow managed to place the blade of the scythe just behind Yuan's neck, barely milliters from cutting her nape.
At this close distance, a re retraction of the scythe would conclude the attack and decapitate the opponent.
And this was the first and last ti she brought her opponent close to death in this close combat.
She didn't expect to truly kill her opponent with such an attack, but only with such imnse pressure could she possibly see Yuan's true magic equipnt abilities.
In the magical equipnt resurgence's final five seconds, Erald Sparrow flicked the scythe in her hand.
Under her gaze, Yuan's expression shifted from astonishnt, to confusion, and then to contentnt and relief. Then, as if conceding defeat, she raised the ink-like tal in her hand and infused it with Magic Power.
"Bai Wu."
At her call, the scythe in Erald Sparrow's hand beca notably more solid in that instant; it could no longer proceed an inch after touching Yuan's neck. It was as if it had struck sothing far harder than the blade itself, just grazing by.
This strike, which could have been lethal, was effortlessly blocked at Yuan's single call.
It seed as if she had won the duel, but both knew that from that mont on, Yuan had already lost in the information war.
Because she had revealed her magic equipnt's ability.
The masterpiece scythe created by Erald Sparrow, ford from her own magic equipnt and refined through personal Weave of Fate, was endowed with killing power far beyond ordinary Spell Techniques. In theory, if the attack was effective, there should be nothing it could not cut through.
To nullify such an attack required an opposing Magic Power strong enough to disperse the edge of the scythe, addressing the attack at the level of Magic Power.
However, under such intense pressure to make a decision, Yuan didn't resort to the Magical Power Release, which she was not skilled at, but to her most familiar magic equipnt abilities.
The effect ultimately displayed was as if Erald Sparrow's scythe had turned to re iron, losing all properties bestowed by Magic Power the mont it struck Yuan.
Only ordinary iron cuts a magical creation without causing damage, as if it had touched sothing hard and smooth, deflecting without harming.
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