At this mont.
The entire battlefield of the shattered city was interspersed with the figures of the resistance and the governnt forces.
Both sides intertwined with one another.
In such a chaotic situation, yet each fulfilling the combat tasks assigned by their respective leaders, a significant section in the center of the battlefield was tacitly left open by all the combatants.
And here, naturally, was the battleground where Ronald and Sedir would determine the winner.
As holders of the original to, the two were undoubtedly the strongest combatants on the field. A single mistake in their duel could instantly result in the death of ordinary people or casters at their hands.
So even on a battlefield already dictating life and death, people specially left space for Sedir and Ronald to move freely, to prevent themselves from being hard by the aftermath of their battle.
As for Sedir and Ronald, who were engaged in combat...
Fighting from night till morning, the battle between the two went through many twists and turns, with each having monts where they were on the brink of defeat or were very likely to win.
It's just that whenever these monts occurred.
Soone on the battlefield would always risk their life to assist them at the crucial mont.
As a result, Sedir and Ronald couldn't decisively settle the duel like a true one-on-one, instead, they continued casting spells, attacking each other in a prolonged tug of war.
By this point, their conditions had beco quite dire.
On Sedir's side, due to severe blood loss, her skin was pallid, and her body bore countless wounds of various sizes.
Only by relying on the ghost she controlled to support her body and continuously gathering valuable resources to strengthen herself.
Could Sedir avoid collapsing on the spot.
On the other hand, looking at Ronald—
This King of Agents wasn't in any better condition. Currently, only his upper body maintained a human form, while his lower body had transford into grotesque and hideous sea beast tentacles.
In terms of injuries, his entire body was visibly battered, with nurous wounds severe enough to be fatal.
Under normal circumstances, Ronald could certainly handle such injuries.
But at this mont, his magical power had been drained to its limits, and apart from the necessary output to sustain combat, he couldn't spare any to repair these potentially deadly injuries.
"Seems like it really is about to end..."
At this mont, Ronald in the air also made a judgnt.
He arrived directly above the battlefield of these two, just as Sedir and Ronald ended their previous exchange, each standing at opposite ends of this open space.
Cautiously sensing the state of the two below.
In terms of body, spirit, or internal magic power.
Sedir and Ronald had already pushed themselves to their limits.
As long as they didn't wish for both to collapse from exhaustion, the next move would likely be the final chance to determine the winner.
Precisely due to this extre state.
Neither Sedir nor Ronald noticed Ronald's arrival in the air.
While both adjusted their states with labored breath, they watched each other warily with apprehensive eyes:
"Sedir, you are not my match!"
It was at this mont that Ronald spoke.
Despite both being in terrible states, this King of Agents still maintained his confidence in the battle:
"I can sense your life is nearing its limit."
"If you give up the fight now and flee, I might just spare you from being hunted down."
Of course, Sedir couldn't be swayed by such words.
So she imdiately replied with sarcasm:
"Such nonsense, save it for when you're dead and tell it to those you've victimized, see if they're willing to believe it!"
"Ronald, today is your death day."
"There's nothing that can change that!"
"Hehe—" Ronald sneered at Sedir's response.
To this King of Agents of Entrode, his confidence differed from Sedir's relying on spiritual endurance—Ronald himself had tangible assurance from material ans!
Without any visible movent from Ronald's upper body.
Only one of those tentacles from his lower body effortlessly retrieved a small tal vial, and he imdiately injected it into himself after opening it.
"Hiss—"
This thod of drug injection was the most common usage thod of magic potions in Entrode.
After giving himself an injection of the magic potion, Ronald's condition indeed improved considerably compared to before.
This wasn't the first ti today Ronald had used the potion during the battle.
Although the wounds on his body couldn't be fully healed, and the depleted magic power couldn't be restored.
Yet at this mont, thanks to the potion, his mind beca clearer and more rational, suppressing the pain that affected his brain's ability to think.
——He could continuously recover his state with magic potions.
——But rebels like Sedir lacked such advantages.
With the clarity brought by the potion, Ronald quickly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of himself and the enemy.
Then, without hesitation, he charged toward Sedir again.
"Sedir, what can an idiot like you accomplish? Can you draw strength from the wails of ordinary people?"
Hearing Ronald's taunt, Sedir's expression turned exceedingly furious!
Facing the enemy's charge, the girl neither dodged nor evaded, charging head-on with her frail body!
"Ronald, do you think I'm like you, deriving all my strength from the original to's spell?"
Bang—
This strike was of astonishing force, yet the outco remained a stalemate.
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