"Sir Mage, I don't know you. If I've offended you, please accept my apology." Zola took a step back and lowered his head. His lowering of his head looked like he was apologizing to Salin, but in fact, it was just a prelude to him drawing his sword.
"So, you admit that you were using me just now?" Salin's voice suddenly turned cold, and the snowflakes drifting down from the sky also swirled around his body, forming a tornado-like shape.
No matter how brilliant Zola's swordsmanship was, his perception wasn't as exquisite and powerful as Salin's. Salin caught Zola's hidden killing intent, and he immediately used Water Flame Alchemy to activate the spell Snow Kill. Snow Kill wasn't considered a close-combat spell, but Salin's control was strong, and he could mix the magic with the natural falling snow to form a barrier around his body. It was impossible for Zola to ambush and control him.
Even if he broke through the protection of Snow Kill, Salin still had the Ice Patterned Armor and the Water Patterned Shield. And the blue Water Flame in Salin's hands wasn't just used for alchemy. Since it could even easily destroy the structure of a metal like Sorghum, the Water Flame itself was a powerful offensive spell.
Anyone who was hit by the water flame would be disintegrated into extremely tiny particles. These particles were almost the same size as elements, and even God couldn't resurrect them.
There were a dozen pirates around Salin specifically responsible for his safety. Anyone who wanted to approach him would first be shot by the steel crossbows, and then they would have a chance to attack Salin. Neris and Shika weren't by his side, so Salin was unusually careful. And this situation made Salin realize the importance of Neris and Shika. As long as either one of them was there, they would have the confidence to block Zola's strongest attack, and create an opportunity for Salin to counterattack.
A Sword Saint's speed at close range surpassed that of a mage, but as long as there was a slight delay, the power of the magic attack wasn't something that could be completely offset by sword aura. Powerful mages all had followers to protect them, to avoid being ambushed at close range by people like Zola.
Salin suddenly revealed a strong hostility, and the change was so fast that Zola hadn't expected it. But he had already finished preparing, and had no choice but to strike.
Zola pointed in Salin's direction, and Qin Yin's eight-sided sword on his back automatically flew out of its scabbard, landing in his palm. Everything was done in one go, and it was incomparably smooth. Zola's body also turned into an afterimage as he charged at Salin at high speed.
In front of Zola's body, the sword aura that burst forth from the longsword was even more dazzling than magic, emitting a golden glow. He wasn't even a Silver Sword Saint, but the Sword Qi he emitted was close to that of a Gold Sword Saint.
Only now did the four Magical Beast Swordsmen know how terrifying Zola's abilities were.
If Salin hadn't become a level-5 mage, he would have been hit. Zola's Sword Qi had yet to arrive, but his spirit had already locked onto Sarin. That Sword Qi and killing intent mixed together to form a powerful force. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, it would still be destroyed by this sword.
Ordinary people would be scared to death if they saw this. Even for professionals, it was rare for a Night to be able to withstand such pressure without being affected. Salin was different from other mages. His spiritual power would grow explosively every time he advanced, and he cultivated his spiritual power with his family's badge. That badge made him almost immune to all negative statuses.
Because there wouldn't be any negative statuses that were stronger and more real than the pain brought by the badge. Salin had long since gotten used to fighting in terrible situations. As soon as Zola locked onto him, he spat out a single word: "Release the arrows!"
His voice seemed to have a direct effect on the pirates' spirits, and the pirates' bodies were naturally controlled. They pulled the crossbows, and hundreds of iron arrows whizzed out. Some weren't even aimed at Zola.
Zola's white robe stuck tightly to his body as if it was soaked in water, and the resistance became very small. This was the first time he had raised his speed so high. As long as he could control that mage, he could escape.
Zola didn't want to kill everyone here, and he couldn't do it. The Sword Qi of a Sword Saint was also limited. There were more than a hundred people here, and every one of them had a certain amount of combat power. There was also a high-level undead creature behind them.
Salin was incomparably calm. Anyway, before finding the ruins of the second dynasty, the Three Lords wouldn't let him die. He wanted to use the battle with Zola to enrich his own experience. In the past, he rarely fought a strong person alone. If it wasn't Shika or Nelis by his side, these two would always create opportunities for Salin. Now that the pirates around Salin were almost negligible, he really had to face a powerful Sword Saint alone. This was the best opportunity to gain experience.
In Salin's heart, he still hoped that he could defeat Zola alone. If the Three Lords attacked, then he would gain a lot less experience.
A rain of iron arrows enveloped Zola's figure. His body was like a loach, weaving through the rain of arrows. Only a few iron arrows touched his white robe. Every iron arrow that hit Zola would be instantly bounced off by his white robe. Zola's technique was enough to shock most Sword Saints.
This also made Salin a little surprised. He said expressionlessly, "Don't help me."
As he spoke, there were already hundreds of icicles in front of Salin. These icicles floated towards Zola and suddenly accelerated. They were even faster than the iron arrows, and every icicle had locked onto Zola's body.
This kind of locking wasn't magical locking, and it couldn't automatically track the target. What was needed was Salin's judgment. These icicles were just the prelude to the attack. The tornado formed by the snowflakes around Salin's body flew forward at the same time, wrapping around the approaching Zola.
Zola's white robe was riddled with holes by Salin's icicles. The icicles were much stronger than the iron arrows, and the angle couldn't be predicted. Every icicle was controlled by Salin alone. Zola's movements were forcefully slowed down by the icicles, and he no longer had that indomitable momentum.
A fifth-level mage? Zola almost couldn't believe that he was actually blocked by an icicle spell. Qin Yin's eight-sided sword in his hand burst forth with an even stronger sword aura, cleaving apart the tornado formed by Snowfall with one strike. A few snowflakes that escaped the net drilled into the holes in his robe, cutting open his skin and causing blood to spurt out.
Snowfall was a sixth-level spell, and he couldn't completely block it.
Zola was injured, but he became even more ferocious. He didn't care about the wounds on his body at all, and the sword aura bursting forth from his longsword almost condensed into a solid form. He raised it high and fiercely chopped down. But at this time, he was already less than ten meters away from Salin. Coupled with his speed, his sword aura would be able to hit Salin's body in just half a second.
Salin waved his hand, and the blue water flame in his hand floated up, wrapping around a huge shield of water and blocking Zola's path. Zola's sword chopped down, and the shield of water rippled and broke. However, the water flame melted a huge gap in Zola's longsword, and an ice blade accurately hit this gap.
Although the longsword was still maintaining its shape by relying on the sword aura, this attack was the weakest part of the gap. Salin's mental strength had never been used like this before, and in this instant, he had already determined all of Zola's attack methods. This was the first time his formidable computing ability was displayed in actual combat, and it produced a jaw-dropping effect.
Rex's teacher had once said that as long as he was given enough time, he could use the ice blade to cleave the Golden Sword Saint in half. Ever since Salin had digested the ability of Goddess Myers' necklace, he already had enough time in battle. As long as the enemy's speed was slightly slow, he would have the opportunity to calculate the enemy's weakness.
After calculating the weakness, he only needed the time of two vibrations to launch a counterattack.
If Salin had used a fifth-level or sixth-level spell, it wouldn't have had this effect, because he still couldn't instantly cast higher level spells. Instead, it was this third-level spell that directly broke the longsword in Zola's hand.
The broken sword flew up, and the intense sound of friction in the air was even more violent than the sound of a steel crossbow bolt piercing through the air.
Zola turned around, his movements smooth as if he had long since been prepared, and in one step, he bypassed Salin's water flame. After the shield of water ripples broke, the water flame shrank to about a meter in size. Zola seemed to be able to predict this outcome, and with this turn, the distance between him and Salin was already less than three meters.
At a distance of three meters, a mage couldn't do anything. The corners of Zola's mouth curled up, and the scabbard on his back automatically untied itself and fell into his hand, pointing at Salin. This scabbard was very simple and unadorned. It was unknown what material was used to carve it, but it clearly didn't match the style of his longsword.
Zola thought that he had succeeded, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Salin's expression. The corners of Salin's mouth also curled up, as if he was smiling.
"Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me!" A huge spider suddenly appeared in front of Salin's body. It was his demon hunter spider puppet. This puppet's illusion was activated at the same time, and its body was twice the size of a wheel. Salin's body also slid back a few meters to accommodate the demon hunter spider between him and Zola.
If Zola was a hothead, he wouldn't be afraid of this huge illusion at all, but he just happened to recognize the demon hunter spider's appearance, and knew that this thing specialized in destroying sword auras, magic shields, and divine protection. Even if he forced the sword aura out of his body, it would still be torn apart by the demon hunter spider's claws.
This illusion was too real, and at this moment Zola forgot that the demon hunter spider couldn't grow to this size at all. For any arachnid magical beast, half a meter was already the limit.
Zola finally released his lock on Salin, and the scabbard in his hand trembled as he accurately hit the demon hunter spider's two front claws. An aura of death burst forth from his scabbard, and directly and completely destroyed the demon hunter spider's illusion. When an illusion was destroyed, it was usually by destroying a magic matrix or using magic to control it, but this kind of power contained in Zola's scabbard was basically directly obliterating the illusion in the air.
The demon hunter spider returned to its original appearance, and a ball of blue electricity suddenly condensed on its body, accurately hitting Zola's hand. Zola felt his body go numb. He had clearly determined the danger of being attacked, but he just couldn't avoid it. A human's speed couldn't avoid an electric attack at all.
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