The keen sense made Asa know that he and his opponent's combat strength were not on the same level.

General Gru seemed to just stand there casually, in no particular posture, with his hands behind his back. It was as if he was just watching a chick without the slightest danger.

But Asa felt that he was facing a giant beast in an ancient secret realm. The momentum lurking under that easy-going posture was as sharp and dangerous as a sword, as if it could reveal the true face of great madness at any time, tearing all the enemies in front of it to pieces, and then swallowing them in one gulp.

Judging from the other party's actions just now, he has no chance of winning. The white film of light that covered him was not magic, but another force that was simpler, more direct, more violent, and therefore more effective and indestructible. Even if he had that robe, a single blow to the body was still fatal. And this strength and the flesh become one, so that his every movement is beyond the extreme speed that the human body can reach.

Asa slowly half-crouched down in a starting motion, his right foot slightly outward, his left hand on the ground, and his right hand gripping the hilt behind his back. Every muscle in his body was building up strength as he made this movement, and then tensed, exploding with a single trigger. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and all his mind and attention were focused on the opponent in front of him.

One hit. All the chances are only on one hit.

Experiencing the threat of death, the primal fighting spirit and killing intent in the deepest part of Asa's heart began to permeate, as if there had been a wild beast sleeping there, and once touched, it would be awakened and begin to gallop wildly through its body. The clarity of meditation still envelops the mind, and the primordial hope that is awakened by this awakening turns into a cold, sharp, but still burning fighting spirit.

Looking at the opponent in front of him who was hunched down like a leopard, Gru's originally sculpture-like expression actually fluctuated a little. His thin lips stretched a little to the side, then curved up slightly, a little smile that made him look alive. White light began to shine through his entire body.

Neither of them moved in the slightest. The air inside seemed to freeze, leaching out the dreary dreary air of the sea before the storm. The city lord of Sedros, who was standing by the door, slowly withdrew from the stone house. He didn't want to interfere, and he believed he didn't need to.

All that was left in the room was the sound of the two of them breathing, chasing each other in a strange rhythm.

When the peak of Asa's inhalation caught up with the trough of Gru's exhalation, he suddenly burst out, and all the strength that had been accumulated for a long time burst out from this leaping action, and he rushed forward like a leopard, the strength of the muscles in his feet and waist was stacked all the way to his wrists, and the knife on his back turned into a jet-black electric light and slashed towards Gru who was standing in front of him.

The flame in Gru's eyes suddenly became smaller and weaker, as if he had lost enough fuel.

He could see that the power and speed of the knife were good, but he also felt that it was boring.

The strength and body movements of the knife striker are impeccable, but there is not the slightest spirit and fighting spirit in it, and it is just a simple use of strength. This is not the kind of attack that condenses life and soul in a life-and-death struggle, but it is just an action that is no different from chopping wood.

Gru was disappointed, and was excited when he first saw his opponent's beast-like reflexes and movements, thinking it must be a very enjoyable fight. He reached out his right hand and grabbed the blade as easily as he walked by grabbing the fallen leaves in front of him, and his left hand clenched into a fist with a little contempt and disappointment rage.

But he immediately noticed that his right hand was light and his left hand was heavy.

The blade felt very light in the hand, not only did it lack spirit and fighting spirit, but it also seemed that it had completely lost its strength and speed.

The knife is light because the person holding the knife did not hold the knife at all, and had already let go of the knife when it was about to be caught. All the strength is reserved to withstand the punch that comes from the chest.

One hand was pressed against the fist, but even all the strength that had been prepared did not weaken the castration of the fist in the slightest, and the hand was struck to the chest with it, and the shape of the hand was concave along with the chest.

But with the cushion of this left hand and the magical protective power of the robe, the sternum did not shatter to pieces but inserted into the heart and lungs, but only broke into several pieces, and knocked the person back a step.

There was no sound of bones shattering. The room was filled with a roar of air currents and mana. A huge, strange and wild fireball instantly grew between the two of them, sending a huge air current towards the door of Gru's face. This is the real fatal blow that condenses all the strength and spirit, and even the appearance of the fireball has become like a beast howling angrily due to the high concentration and alienation of the spiritual power.

Reflecting the light in front of him, Gru's pupils turned golden yellow. He could even see the mana running wildly in this low-level spell, enough to blow a bronze statue into red-hot debris.

Fireball is a simple fire attack spell that every beginner mage uses. But it is precisely because of the simplicity that the entire mana of the caster can be condensed in an instant, and it can be used in such a close kill.

Absolutely can't hide.

Asa uses at least half of his mana to speed up the fireball. It was a good timing, or a good timing, a good timing, a good deal with one of your own hands and a serious injury.

He had seen the speed of this opponent just now, and no matter how fast the spell was used at what distance, he was not sure of it.

Create opportunities when you don't have them. Only when the opponent attacks first, waiting for the opponent to attack and can't dodge, can there be a momentary opportunity.

But as long as such an opponent makes a move, he is almost absolutely sure that he will be killed with one blow, and the robe on his body alone cannot be defended, and there must be a greater buffer. So he used all his strength and one hand to defend, and then to attack with his magic.

The fireball was half a man's diameter. It's just that after it takes shape, it almost hits Gru's body, and it flies out faster than a crossbow arrow. The distance between the two was only two steps. Absolutely no one could dodge at such a close distance, and Asa was confident.

It's absolutely true that no one can hide, at least Gru doesn't show the slightest hint of hiding. He let go of the knife, the white light on his hand so strong that it seemed to have a shape, and this hand blocked the fireball in front of it at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The fireball is not really a ball, it is just a natural shape of a mass of mana running at high speed, as long as it touches something slightly, it affects the balance of the operation of the magic in it, and all the power will explode immediately. But now the fireball was blocked like a real ball by Gru's white glowing hand, and the flames at the edge of the fireball fluctuated uninhibitedly and repeatedly to break free from the shackles and continue to run forward, but they could not get past the white light in the slightest. Like the furious beast of hell being held down on the forehead by Ares, the god of war, powerless.

It was only a momentary pause, and with a wave of Gru's hand, the fireball completely changed direction and continued to fly towards the roof with its original wild momentum, and with a bang, the entire roof made of thick timber turned into countless fragments of flames and rushed into the air. Almost the entire city of Ofu was illuminated.

Gru's right hand was still in that swinging position, and it wasn't easy to change the direction of a rolling ball of mana without moving, at least it was several times more difficult than casting it.

So before his hand could be withdrawn, the hand that was casting the magic had already pressed towards his face, and a fireball began to flash out from his palm. This time, it was not fired, but it was just going to explode by pressing this fireball into his face.

This was not a pre-planned tactic, and the flow of mana could not be fast enough to cast magic again in such a short period of time, so it could be seen that the formation of the fireball was smaller and much slower than just now. It was another attack immediately after that blow missed.

How cunning is it to use one of your own hands and the danger of possible direct death in exchange for the most effective time to attack. And in the face of a full force blow missed, he was not discouraged in the slightest, but immediately launched another attack, which was more fighting than the most fierce fighter.

This is the real fighter. Gru let out a low sigh, "Okay." The fist that had been struck had been retracted, and it was grasped on the hand that was reaching out in front of him, and his fingers were clutching each other like high-fives between good friends. The fireball, which had not had time to form, was suddenly squeezed by the white layer in his hand.

Again, there was no sound of bones shattering, only the shape of the hand twisted strangely. The bones are like crispy biscuits squeezed by a machine, not that they can't make a sound, but that they are crushed into fine powder before they have time to make a sound.

'Dangchang'. The knife fell to the ground. The winner has been decided.

It was a really good fight, and this opponent showed all the wit, strength, and mental fighting spirit to the fullest. Gru was satisfied.

Asa was in despair. It's not just all the despair that all these efforts have not worked in the slightest, but also the anger, the pain, the fear of death. All kinds of forces swept together and finally annihilated all reason and even the taste of man, and what remained was pure primitive animal nature. He jerked his squeezed hand, almost ripping his broken hand off his wrist, and he used the force of the pull to fly straight at his opponent.

Without thinking, he doesn't have the ability to think now. It was only the instinct of all animals that saw the softest part of the connection between the other's skull and body, the faint throbbing above hinting at the large amount of red and fishy fluid flowing below. The hint fueled his instinct even more, and he opened his mouth and bit down wildly.

Gru's neck bent, and his forehead hit the head of his opponent who was rushing straight at him, making a 'ping' sound.

But Asa didn't sound like that at all, he heard strange sounds that people only hear once in their lives. It was the dull moan of his own cracked skull, the sound of a direct blow to the nerves.

It was as if an awl had pierced into the deepest part of the head, and then burst open, spreading sharp points and flying into every corner, breaking through from the inside out, and inserting everything in it to pieces.

Asa didn't feel himself being knocked backwards and then slammed into the wall and fell to the ground like a rag, nor did he know that his blood was flowing out of his hands and head like a happy river, constantly expanding his territory on the ground, he couldn't feel anything anymore.

"It's really a great fight, and it's the most artistic magic attack I've ever seen. I didn't expect the Necronomicon Guild to have such vitality and creative talents. What a pity....." The Lord of Sedlos walked into the room with a sigh and leaned over to take the book from Asa's arms.

Along with the book, two pieces of paper fell to the ground. These are two very high-grade parchments, very thick and strong, without the slightest roughness on the edges, and there are beautifully made embosses on them, which at a glance you can see that they are by no means used by ordinary people and mages of the Necromantic Guild.

Gru was still in place. Like a gourmand savoring a good dish, he re-chewed the details of every battle just now. This is the most lethal and exciting opponent he has ever met, if not the strongest.

"Good. He sighed and cheered.

"Not good. The city lord of Cedlos spread out the two pieces of paper, and when he saw the contents clearly, his face changed.