In their minds, a thought kept popping up—’What kind of magic is this?!’
The most stunned, of course, was Raine’s opponent, Aiel!
His eyes widened as he watched the sharp ice spike flying back toward him, and by the ti he snapped back to reality, the ice spike was nearly piercing his chest.
"Roar!"
Aiel quickly raised his hand and roared, trying to block!
A white dragon claw phantom instantaneously overlapped with his spread right hand.
"Pfft!"
But because of the rush, Aiel, who hadn’t completed gathering his strength, had a hole the size of a baby’s fist pierced through his right palm, and blood gushed out instantly.
Although the ice spike was stuck at the palm bone, it counted as having been blocked.
But just as Aiel was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his pupils constricted again!
Because at this mont, Raine had already arrived in front of Aiel.
For Raine, the counterattack was just beginning.
"Bang!"
In the final step of the Barbaric Charge, Raine’s left foot in steel boots stomped a deep inch mark on the hard stone floor of the castle plaza!
A counter force rising from the ground soared up through his ankle, calf, thigh, hip, and waist, right up to his right arm.
"Armor-Piercing Strike!"
The Cold Steel Warhamr, with a fierce wind howl, ca crashing down on Aiel’s head like lightning.
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, even in this situation, Aiel could still raise his left hand holding the staff to block it.
And with an unexpectedly excellent strength, he managed to deflect more than half of Raine’s Armor-Piercing Strike.
Raine’s Warhamr stopped just a few centiters from Aiel’s face.
"You damn fellow..."
But before Aiel could finish his sentence.
"Boom!"
Suddenly!
Raine delivered a lightning-fast kick, his war boots striking Aiel’s soft abdon.
Instantly, Aiel, unable to finish his words, was sent flying backward until he crashed into the castle’s rock wall seven or eight ters away, finally coming to a stop.
"You talk too much."
Raine slowly withdrew his outstretched right leg.
Bestowed with the High-tier Boarman Warrior’s ’Brute Force’ and ’Thick Hide’, he already possessed strength and constitution comparable to a Level 4 Warrior.
Benest, standing to the side, gazed at the scene, unable to recover his senses for a long while.
It’s important to know that the difference between a Dragon Vein Mage and a Mage is that, due to the bloodline influence, the forr’s physical attributes usually surpass those of Mages of the sa level.
Even with a rough estimate.
An eighth-level White Dragon Mage’s physical attributes alone are equivalent to a Warrior at Level 4 Classes, but even so, this young man easily kicked him away.
"Sulfur Vine, are you certain this Raine only recently beca part of the Classes?"
Benest couldn’t help but turn to ask the Druid Maiden beside him.
"Huh?" Hearing Benest’s question, Sulfur Vine snapped back to reality and hastily said, "Yes, there’s no mistake!"
The Druid Maiden’s head was also in a bit of a jumble at the mont, but recalling their previous encounter, as well as the news from the other mbers of the Giant Blade Squad, she imdiately added.
"Raine...Mr. Rein, not long ago, was not yet part of the Classes. My Adventurer Squad once collaborated with him, and I can confirm this."
The Half-Elf Arenia looked sowhat incredulously at Sulfur Vine.
Thinking to himself, ’Such a level of speed and power is clearly that of a Level Three or even Level 4 Warrior. How could he have just stepped into the Classes?’
But imdiately, a thought crossed Arenia’s mind—’What exactly is his Classes?’
Just as he was about to ask Sulfur Vine, many fully ard guards and Leather Armor Swordsn started surrounding them on the ground.
This made Arenia imdiately beco cautious.
anwhile.
The White Dragon Mage Aiel, who was kicked away by Raine, suddenly lifted his head to look at Raine, his eyes filled with fury.
"Very good!"
"It’s been a long ti since I’ve felt this angry."
"You probably don’t know the consequences of angering a White Dragon Mage!"
As he spoke, Aiel nonchalantly stood up straight, and his body began to change.
The trapezius muscles on both sides of his neck connected to the shoulder blades began to bulge, and the blue veins on his face and neck started to wriggle like worms. The originally loose Mage robe was now tightly stretched by his swelling muscles.
The magic staff in his left hand had already been thrown aside as Aiel fiercely pulled out the sharp ice spike from his right hand, gripping it in his hand.
"Since Frost Spell doesn’t seem to work, let’s have a brawl!"
Because of Raine’s earlier impressive Ice Shield Reflection, Aiel couldn’t figure out whether this young man in front of him could reflect any magic.
"Rip!"
Aiel’s Mage robe suddenly split open at the back, revealing a pair of nearly two-ter-wide grayish-white wings growing from his back, while his hands grew thicker and beca claws.
Benest watched the scene in front of him with a solemn expression.
As the most brutal among the Dragon Vein Mages, anger often prompts a White Dragon Mage to further revert to an ancestral form, which also indicates a rise in their power level.
The current Aiel had already displayed partial White Dragon Transformation, especially his pair of wings and claws, which would significantly enhance his close-combat abilities.
However, as long as the young man in front could hold on for just a while longer, once his injuries are stabilized, they should be able to jointly withstand the White Dragon Mage’s attacks.
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