"2764."
"Sister, I’ve fully assessed your abilities."
As their gazes t in the air once again, Il spoke for the first ti since the fight began.
The girl stood indifferently where she was.
Her figure, set against the surrounding black flowers, exuded an inhuman aura.
"Indeed, combining spell power with the direction of evolution is excellent, and your abilities have fundantally changed since our last encounter— but unfortunately, just this level is not enough to consu ."
In a tone that declared the outco of the battle, Il’s gaze subtly shifted towards Ronald, who was observing from the sidelines.
At that mont,
Il’s sister also responded:
"Il, you don’t understand my power at all now!"
"You think..."
"No, Sister, I do understand. I understand everything." Il interrupted the other’s rebuttal and then proceeded to speak as if stating a fact, "Using spells to enhance the core axis, the spell augntations during impact, the multi-faceted enhancents in form..."
"We co from the sa source; whatever you can think of, I can also figure out."
"..."
The wooden monster’s movents unusually ca to a stop.
Ronald, watching from a distance, could not quite read the emotions in the plant’s movents but could vaguely sense the creature’s state.
Il had certainly hit the mark regarding her opponent’s condition.
So much so that she dared not continue launching the fierce attacks as she had before.
While the wooden monster’s movents halted, on the other hand, Yerko showed no sign of stopping. The girl went on to say:
"Sister, I haven’t continued to deepen my own abilities, but have been collecting the powerful genes and techniques of other species."
"With the way I am now..."
"Can you guess what my next move will be?"
"..."
The air was very quiet.
Il’s sister did not give any response.
Or rather—as Il had indicated—she was unable to guess the state of her sibling, yet the latter had grasped her capabilities.
In the midst of battle.
Such an occurrence is undoubtedly a grave issue.
Just separated for a few months, her sister had already beco an existence completely different from what she rembered. Could her attacks... really succeed?
The wooden monster stood still, pondering everything.
But Il at this mont clearly would not let such an enemy off the hook.
As a breeze carrying the scent of withered foliage brushed through, Il’s human-like legs pressed against the ground, and she imdiately charged with a speed not at all inferior to her sister’s.
Taking the initiative to attack?
What kind of enhancents did Il’s body possess?
Several thoughts flashed through her mind rapidly, and then the wooden monster chose the most direct response— to withstand the blow.
The spell shield on her body was a product of rigorous testing.
It had proven its effectiveness nurous tis in the Yizi Forest.
Since Il had made it clear she hadn’t developed her abilities in the direction of spells, her current spell power was, obviously, the most critical factor in winning the battle.
The next second.
Facing the charging Il.
The wooden monster exerted force from her feet, charging forward just as forcefully.
Boom—
The sound of the air exploding imdiately rang out.
In the mont Il and the wooden monster clashed, the latter’s adversary was sent flying backward with a loud blast like a cannonball!
After crashing heavily to the ground, the wooden monster struggled several tis to regain composure and stand up, only to be imdiately pressed down again by Il looming overhead.
Thud—
Another painful sound to hear.
Il had once again knocked her sister to the ground and continued to pursue her:
"Sister, don’t count on the next phase of transformation."
"I know you very well, you don’t stand a chance."
"..."
This was utter suppression.
But what truly upset the wooden beast was that Il now appeared completely unhard. Even though the strong corrosive spell protection had been destroyed by glass, Il’s clean fingers... hadn’t even been stained with a speck of dust!
She couldn’t grasp the current situation.
Being thoroughly suppressed, even unable to continue activating other abilities—had she really chosen the wrong path on the road to evolution?
The strategizing on the battlefield continued.
The two sisters, not large in size, continued to maneuver with a combat level far beyond that of humans, with terrible sounds accompanying their movents erging non-stop in the surroundings.
Ronald, who was watching from the sidelines, saw everything clearly.
If one were to make an assessnt, even if you disregard their spell enhancents, the physical strength of the duo in the fight was certainly top-notch.
Extre speed, incredible strength, freakish reflexes...
With these elents combined in combat, killing a top-tier Caster wouldn’t pose much of a problem for them—and that included Il’s abilities.
Standing outside the fray, Ronald noticed the way she disrupted her enemy’s defensive spells.
In fact, it happened in the instant they clashed.
The structure at the location of Il’s hand bones would dramatically transform like a coiled spring, compressing the air at that position to an extrely small volu instantly.
Then, this special structure retracted into her hand.
The kinetic energy built up by the air would then explode in an instant.
Il’s sister’s protective spells were actually shattered by these bursts. Il had rely controlled her angles so well that her enemy couldn’t perceive the trick.
As Il continued to pressure and corner her own sister, the scales of battle began to overwhelmingly tip one way.
At this point, Costate spoke up:
"Sir, it seems there’s little suspense left in the fight."
Ronald had no objections:
"The basic strength difference between them isn’t actually that severe, but Il has completely mastered her sister’s fighting style, so much so that the latter has no opportunity to turn the tide."
Costate listened to Ronald’s analysis.
After hesitating a few seconds, he spoke with so uncertainty:
"Sir..."
Ronald turned his head slightly:
"What’s the matter?"
"You really don’t plan to intervene in the fight?" Costate asked his question and quickly added, "I an—Il’s sister has the sa ability to change her body’s shape."
"If you, sir, want to collect cute girls, perhaps it’s ti for Il to stop?"
"If this continues—Il’s sister will be killed."
"..."
"I won’t interfere!"
Ronald almost couldn’t help shouting.
Even so, he imdiately dragged Costate into a new round of ideological education. It was a mystery what kind of ancestors the Adler family had to make Costate think in such a way every day.
Crackle—
While Ronald was correcting Costate’s bizarre thoughts.
The battle on Il’s side was also drawing to a close.
The girl leaping towards her sister now had her arm wrapped in a coil of blue electrical arcs.
The electric light illuminated the night in an instant.
Il’s hand chop also struck down upon her own sister’s head.
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