The setting sun casts a long shadow on this secluded little corner of the base camp.

The sorceress's eyes were fixed on the old woman in front of her. The two men seemed to remain the same as before, but that was only superficial. Now there was something invisible in the air, as if some kind of electric light was shuttling between the two, so that the air was condensed with energy that could burst out at any time.

The sorceress's throat erupted with a slight animalistic roar, not loud, but mixed with indescribable rage. Her eyes were bloodshot at some point, and an indescribable pressure was being released from her. The person she faced—whoever it was—could clearly feel that she was not dealing with a human, but an unspeakable beast from ancient times.

"Is this your strength?" the old woman was like a bottomless pool, completely withstanding the pressure of the other party, and there was no fluctuation. "Use the magic of the seventh law to stimulate your will and plunge yourself into a rage, so as to stimulate your potential and burst out to the maximum of your combat power...... It is indeed ingenious and has found another way, but unfortunately it can only be called barbaric. ”

"You always call me savage," the sorceress's hand drew her sword. The sword is painted on the outside, so I can't tell what it is, but it's not an extraordinary product. "But everyone who faces me will understand what it means. ”

"Winning in the ring doesn't mean anything. That's just an advantage to take advantage of specific rule protections, and it can't be universal. That's why you can't get the title. The old woman sighed. "What a disappointment, but unfortunately expected. ”

They cautiously began to move their steps. The sorceress's anger was so intense that even her breath hissed in her throat. But his opponent was calm and almost mechanical. It must be noted that although the sorceress's anger has reached the point of smoke, she has not taken any reckless action. It's important to know that this is not a competition in the ring – it is a battle in the normal sense of the word. Although it seems that this is just a warlock from the same faction who provokes her and she chooses to fight, since the "devouring" magic has spread, there is no possibility of this type of battle being spared. The price of defeat is death.

Not to mention, the old woman's words already strongly implied that this was a battle of life and death.

After a moment's observation, the sorceress lunged forward, this time slashing at her opponent with her sword. The old woman leaned slightly sideways and raised her hand to resist the blow. She didn't have any weapons in her hands, but she used the palms of her hands as weapons. The weapons of the two men seemed to collide, but they didn't seem to be there, only a splash of sparks. Normally, this shouldn't happen in a collision of steel and flesh.

This is a contest between the third and fourth laws of magic, with the former being able to control tangible objects, including the sword in his hand, and the latter being able to control flesh and blood. For a moment they wrestled with pure magic, each pushing the sword in the sorceress's hand. Neither side had the upper hand.

"Is this your power?" the sorceress used more mana to push her arm, thus pressing the sword against her opponent. "Can't even defeat my magic power of the Four Laws? ”

"Indeed, I've heard that although you have the talent of the third law, you are known for the magic of the fourth law in battle. The old woman replied calmly. "There are a lot of such things, so the term 'high-level warlock' is not scientific or rigorous. High-level warlocks are also divided into different categories. Although many people have high-level magical powers, those powers are not much weaker than they don't have. Let's say you're like that. ”

"If you're talking about it, let's wait until you win!" the sorceress continued to exert her power furiously, making the extraordinary sword tremble.

Then the old woman broke the deadlock and stepped back. But her opponent had no intention of giving up at all and was in hot pursuit. This sword became the core of the contest between the two sides. Different forces are exerted on the body of the sword. But in terms of effect, the sorceress is swinging her sword and slashing wildly, either in the air or on the invisible wall, bringing out a spark that comes from nowhere.

The old woman snapped back, her movements quick, and apparently due to supernatural rather than physical forces. Her body didn't seem to pick up the wind at all. Proof of this is that her cloak remained intact at all times, not deformed and attached to her in response to her rapid movements. Especially if you look closely at the hood, you can see that the edge of the hood does not even flutter at all.

She dodged a sword slashed at her opponent's fury and crossed over against the sword, sometimes resisting and sometimes dodging, making her opponent seem uncomfortable. The sword not only slashed through the air, but also slashed at the ground.

The sorceress's movements were suffocated by the accident, which caused her to lose her sword. Before she could draw her sword, the old woman pounced on her spur and kicked it at the hilt. If she hadn't let go of her hand in time, the blow would have been enough to turn her hand into a pulp. The force that was enough to break the bones kicked the sword away with a sonorous thud.

If this mistake frustrated the sorceress, at least she didn't show it at all in the rest of the battle. Many warlocks despise weapons, believing them to be superfluous tools that are not as useful as the physical body. Perhaps this is a strong case for this view. Because after losing her weapon, the speed and accuracy of the sorceress's attacks are strengthened again.

But the old woman's cloak had a natural advantage. It obscured the old woman's form, making it impossible for opponents' attacks to target and evade her interception. So she looked like she could withstand the attack.

"Is this your power?" the sorceress taunted her opponent in a fit of rage. "It turns out that your third law magic won't last long after all, do you still think I'm savage?"

"I only regret in my heart, Fanny of the Flare Family, so full of energy, so stupid use. ”

The sorceress closed her mouth angrily, intensifying her attack. The two figures fought each other in this small, remote square where no one was around.

By this time, the arena had ended, but many people still hadn't left. No one knew that the two Warlocks were engaged in a real battle between them one wall away, perhaps more than one. If they were there at this time, even those of them who watched the game the most would be shocked. Because compared to the power of two warlocks, the competition in the arena is as boring as a fight between children in kindergarten. Of course, this is normal, how many people can have the opportunity to witness two high-level warlocks using the Fourth Law Magic to perform with all their might?

Both Warlocks were trained by Kazuki from an early age and learned all the known strategies of Warlock Fighting. Driven by magical powers, their strength has reached the limits of physical and biological strength, swiftness, and ferocity. They were no longer human, as if they were some mysterious natural phenomenon - they were blurred by the high speed, but they were still able to fight each other perfectly and precisely in the high speed, and each blow was as powerful as thunder, containing enough power to shatter steel.

Finally, the two intertwined figures separated. The sorceress stood aside and chuckled softly, though the sound sounded like a death knell. She licked a long bloody streak on her arm like a female beast. Although the wound was quite frightening, it only shed very little blood due to the use of magic.

This is the mystery of the Fourth Law of Magic, which can be used not only for combat, but also for healing. Lacerated wounds can be reclosed under mana, broken internal organs can be undamaged under mana, even bones that have turned into powder can be easily reassembled, and warlocks are indestructible as long as the mana is not exhausted, as long as the brain is still intact. To kill a warlock, you have to deal a firm blow, you have to destroy his brain, or you have to tear some vital organ straight from your body. Of course, there's an easier way to do it - drain his magic.

"Is that all there is?" she said, looking at the old woman in front of her. Even in a rage due to her magic, she still maintained a rational mind and held the intense emotions firmly in her hands.

The old woman's body did not move, and the cloak hung down her shoulders like water. The hood still covered half of her face, so that she couldn't see the depth at all.

"What I saw with my own eyes did not correspond to the legend," the old woman's voice was full of regret. "They say you're strong in Fourth Law magic. Someone told me that you were almost one step away from winning a streak in the Proving Ground. ”

This sentence really irritated the sorceress. "It was a blatant fraud and betrayal!" her eyes were so bloodshot that they turned bloody. "A victor has not been able to get his spoils! simply because they are jealous of my power. You people, jealous of me because you can never reach me!"

"You are not a victor," said the old woman, with her head raised a little more, revealing a small half of her face. "It should be...... It is precisely because of this that the winner needs to be judged. Trust me, those judges won't be jealous of you, they've seen too much of what you're proud of. ”

The words caused a furious roar, and the sorceress reached under her clothes, plucked something out, and slammed it to the ground.

"Restraints?" was not a hint of surprise in the old woman's voice. "I see, you're wearing this kind of thing...... Limiting your power? It seems that I really underestimated you. ”

"Yes!" the sorceress smirked. With this smile, her clothes glowed blue-white. "Use the third law magic to stop me again, and see how long you can last!"

As a warlock, everyone knows that Fourth Law magic is definitely the most used, effective, and long-lasting form of magic. The most important thing is that the relative consumption is very small. Compared to the third law of magic that unleashes outside the body and attacks the enemy from the outside, it is almost as abundant as if it cannot be used.

At this moment, the blue-white light that even the setting sun could not hide traveled along her body, composing various complex and mysterious figures again and again. A warlock knows what this means, she has reservations just now, and this time she really intends to use all her strength.

"There is no need for this," the old woman chuckled. "I'm going to use Fourth Law Magic, too. She had a similar reaction. On top of her cloak, blue-white light also began to travel along the lines of the intricate pattern.

"Can't take it anymore, my noble lord?" the sorceress mocked. "Have you finally used all your strength, and if you can get the title by defeating you, has this game been successful by hundreds or thousands?"

"No, it's never been a game for me. The old woman said. "You treat everything like a game, and that's why you haven't succeeded so far. Your secret method is to control yourself with rage, but this method ...... And it didn't work out. Anger stimulates potential, but it also eliminates rational thinking, and it is debatable whether the benefits are greater or the disadvantages are more debatable. Perhaps because of this, you leave a bad impression on everyone. Most people can't trust a companion who doesn't have reason, so no one can trust you. You really can't be trusted. That's why you're here. ”

"Could it be that Lu Wu is your descendant and deserves your protection?" the sorceress scoffed. "Probably your youngest son, right?"

"It's a pity," the old woman laughed again, but this time there was no calmness in her voice, only anger. "You shouldn't have been in front of me. She took a step forward, and several parts of her body hit the ground, rolling away, making a series of crunch noises. "No one can say such a thing in front of me and be safe!"

"......" The sorceress's eyes widened, looking at the falling object from the other party's body in disbelief. It was exactly the same restraint she had just put on the ground. In fact, it's the same thing.

One, two, three, four...... Six! Not one, but six whole restraints.

Then she saw that the hood of the cloak had fallen off the old woman's head.