Patricia’s move this ti was indeed different from the past.
After switching to this attire, her attack speed had leapt up a notch, with no distinct blade in sight, tearing through the air as the sharp edge reached the enemy Caster’s face almost instantaneously.
At this mont, Ronald noticed so details.
In the past battles he had witnessed, Patricia’s approach had always been a combination of techniques learned from classical texts, excellent physical fitness, and her own strong reflexes.
But now it was different.
The Magic Power that could not be ignored coursed through crucial parts for movent such as her arms, spine, soles, and joints, with muscles used for exerting force also falling under the scope of Magic Power enhancent.
However, beyond that, there was nothing.
The Magic Power exuded by Patricia gave off an extrely strong sense of disconnection.
Ordinary areas remained ordinary, but if it were related to combat positions, then they corresponded to very potent Magic Power enhancent reactions.
— Clearly specialized in combat.
Good steel should be used for the blade’s edge, a simple truth understood by all.
However, when Magic Power is used to strengthen the body, it typically needs to be uniformly distributed to ensure stability during Magic Power consumption. Moreover, given the precise instrunt that the human body is, receiving such uneven enhancent could easily cause harm.
The capabilities of Patricia,
can only an that the Nicholas family is revered by Casters.
There are indeed reasons for this.
"Nicholas!"
At the sa ti, the Caster of the Nine Commandnts, faced with the attack, let out an alard cry.
He recognized Patricia’s identity.
Or rather, at the sight of her platinum blonde hair, he should have realized it—the fact that he was being approached by a Nicholas!
A flicker of magical aura flashed on his body, as the defensive spells he’d set up earlier activated instantly.
And in the next instant, Patricia’s attack had already arrived in front of him.
Bang—
A muffled sound.
The sword blade clashed fiercely with the defensive spell.
The capability of the defensive spell was instantly weakened, and after one or two more attacks like that, damage was an inevitable outco.
However, before that could happen, the Caster’s own physical constitution gave out.
Because of the protective spell, the force of Patricia’s first strike didn’t feel like a slash from a blade but rather as if she had hit him with a hamr.
This mber of the Nine Commandnts wasn’t a body-strengthening Caster.
His naturally frail constitution caused him to stagger imdiately.
He flew backwards!
In that instant—
The Caster from the Nine Commandnts lifted his head.
As he was flung two ters away, Patricia didn’t pursue him directly but instead drew an arc with her blade, flashing past another Caster.
This guy was no holder of classical texts.
Lacking substantial abilities to back him up, his awareness hadn’t even caught up to the mont he was attacked.
Patricia’s lightning-fast attack gave him no ti to react.
He only saw a flash of silver light on the blade.
Then, a chill passed across his neck.
Hiss—ah—
Blood seeped from the wound on his neck.
The Caster instinctively reached up to cover it with his hand, but this only resulted in blood pouring into his windpipe.
His completely severed vocal cords could no longer produce any aningful sound.
Just like an ordinary person.
This Caster struggled as he fell backward, stopping after a few weak movents.
Although Patricia was already known as the strongest Swordsman of the current Nicholas family, anyone who witnessed the scene would harbor no doubts about the Mystic side’s perception of this family.
— Encountering a Nicholas.
——You must never engage them in close combat!
"Huh?"
"Ni... Nicholas?"
At this mont, the last enemy in the arena who had not yet been attacked finally reacted.
For him, the situation was utterly incomprehensible.
In the brief span that could barely be counted as a second,
two of his allies, the original text holders, one was dead, the other had retreated, and another lay on the ground clutching his throat, clearly not long for this world.
And around him?
The unfamiliar blond man was half-crouching on the ground, smashing his boss’s head into the floor with one hand; on the other side, a woman recognizably Nicholas by her hair flicked her longsword, and the struggling movents of his comrade grew weaker and weaker.
"..."
"Sir, you can take a break now."
At that mont, the caster’s vision went dark.
Ronald, who had been crouching on the ground a mont before, appeared before him with a speed he could not match, and then flashed an indifferent smile.
Imdiately after, the Hell’s black fog followed Ronald’s palm and slapped across his face.
Without any magic spell to defend himself, the man was instantly stripped of consciousness by ’Fury’, then turned into a ’wax statue’ with a rigid body in the factory.
"..."
"You... How did you find this place?"
A voice full of hatred rang out.
The original text holder, who had previously been repelled by Patricia, struggled to stand up, casting a brand new defense spell around him once more.
However, at this mont, as he faced Ronald and Patricia,
The primary emotion in his eyes was not hatred or panic but confusion at the current situation.
For this powerful mber of the ’Nine Commandnts’,
his own defeat was not the problem.
The true urgency was the exposure of their hidden location!
"Hmph—"
However, no one would answer the caster’s question.
Just as he posed his query, Patricia let out a cold snort, and the flash of her sword initiated another attack.
And with the experience from the previous attack,
Having gauged the enemy’s defense spell strength and physical constitution, Patricia altered her thod of attack.
Every strike exerted just enough force to make the enemy take a small step backward, pressing him to lose balance without directly widening the distance, precisely controlling the battle within a two-ter radius.
Bang bang bang—
Silver arcs continuously slashed at the defense spell.
The opposing caster could only keep retreating under the pressure.
In the push and pull, Patricia swiftly cornered her adversary in a section of the factory, leaving him no route to escape.
Under the intense pressure, the caster beca desperate.
He struggled to maintain his defense spell, then shouted:
"Nicholas, don’t think that—ah!"
"Mmm mmm mmm—"
Patricia was not one for courtesy.
In the previous exchanges, she had already figured out the defenses.
—It was a type of defensive magic that clung to the skin, adjusting to the caster’s body shape and movents.
So the instant the fool opened his mouth,
Patricia delivered a most precise thrust straight into the enemy’s mouth.
Her swordsmanship honed to perfection, there was no chance of error.
Even though the spell blocked the blade from penetrating, the sheer force still impacted a vital spot, and dizziness surged forth imdiately.
His legs gave out.
And the man collapsed in the corner of the wall.
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