106: The Final Battle (Part 3)

"Damn it..."

"How is this a little lamb?"

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's a wolf cub that looks like a Black Wizard."

Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill cursed.

"Hmph..."

"Didn't you underestimate him?"

"You still wanted to get closer before hitting him again. Couldn't you have done it from a bit further away?"

"Ender Weill, I remember the maximum range of your bloodline Wizardry isn't just five meters, is it?"

At this moment.

Insect-raising Wizard - Pierre also crawled out of a nearby swamp.

He questioned Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill.

If he hadn't seen how heavily Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill was injured, Pierre would have suspected he had already defected.

"Why do I feel like you're putting on a show for me?"

..."A show?"

"You f*cking try putting on a show for me!"

At this moment, Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill's angry eyes were burning crimson.

"This second head of mine requires eight years of painstaking cultivation, countless resources, and hundreds of hearts and livers to grow."

"I paid such a huge price just to put on a show for you? Have your brains been eaten by worms?"

"Then what happened before?"

Pierre asked, wanting more information.

"How should I know?"

"I told you, all these White Wizards are sly old foxes, playing the pig to eat the tiger."

Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill said indignantly:

"That old schemer is definitely not a novice; he's a wolf cub, even more cunning than we calculated."

"I did my best just now."

..."Then that's troublesome..."

Insect-raising Wizard - Pierre frowned, remaining silent.

After a while.

Once Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill had temporarily suppressed his injuries.

Pierre said:

"There's no other way."

"In the face of absolute strength, any schemes are useless."

"We don't have much time."

"We can only fight head-on."

"I still don't believe that the two of us can't defeat a novice."

"Ender Weill, I need you to create an opportunity for me. That White Wizard isn't unharmed either; his breastplate has been completely destroyed by your Exploding Fireball."

"I tested it with my little darlings before, and the Wizard Array lines on it are completely damaged. He can only rely on the material itself to withstand attacks."

"Alright, I said I'd have that cub's heart and liver with my wine."

Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill's face was ferocious, grim, and terrifying, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty hatred... "Clatter, clatter, clatter..."

Urgent footsteps came from a distance.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

A large swarm of various magical insects also swarmed in, launching an all-out charge at Green.

Green calmly watched all this, his brow unfurrowing.

"It seems there are only these two Black Wizards in the Fate Palace Swamp."

"Hmph..."

"I can't fight ten, but fighting you two smelly rats from the gutter is no problem."

"Is this what a Black Wizard is?"

"Nothing special."

..."Cross Cyclone Slash..."

Green's fighting spirit was triggered, and he keenly perceived the general strength of the various magical insects.

Gusts of death wind, stirred up by the Magic Gold Greatsword, blew, and countless magical insects were cut into several pieces and fell into the mud. Green's Life Aura was also being consumed intensely.

From the very beginning, the battle entered its most intense phase.

Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill also arrived, directly raising his greatsword and charging at Green.

Unfortunately.

Two-Headed Wizard was severely wounded earlier, and the loss of one head was immense; not only was his vital essence excessively consumed, but even his Spiritual Power was torn with a large crack.

Now, Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill could only act as a meat shield, providing even less pressure to Green than Adler.

Green skillfully parried Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill's attacks again and again. This time, Green did not rashly attack, but focused on defense, with occasional attacks directly aimed at Two-Headed Wizard's right shoulder.

In the previous beheading tactic, Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill's right head was severed with a single sword, also taking half of his right shoulder with it.

Therefore.

When Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill wielded his two-handed greatsword, his left side was stable and powerful, but his right side was weak and powerless, making many exquisite sword techniques full of flaws... "Ah ah ah..."

"Despicable cub..."

"If you have the guts, don't rub salt in my wounds, constantly targeting my injuries. What kind of hero are you?"

"Come down and fight me head-on!"

Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill was so enraged he was fuming, wishing he could jump up and curse.

Green, however, remained unmoved, like an emotionless robot.

In reality.

Green had concentrated most of his energy on the Insect-raising Wizard hidden in the shadows. This was Green's primary threat.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

A colorful mist drifted from behind Two-Headed Wizard - Ender Weill, attempting to envelop Green. Green instantly cast an Exploding Fireball, directly eliminating most of the colorful mist.

The remaining mist corroded Green's armor with a "hissing" sound, which Green ignored.

Three huge cyan wind blades attacked from the flank, forming a triangular formation, firmly locking down all of Green's dodging space.

Green stood his ground and attacked, not dodging at all.

One Exploding Fireball dealt with one cyan wind blade;

One ultimate slash dealt with another cyan wind blade;

For the last cyan wind blade, Green directly took it with his left arm guard. It didn't exceed 30 Intensity, so the damage was minor... Wave after wave of Wizardry attacks... or magical insect attacks... poured down on Green like a torrential rain.

There were even several Swamp Crocs that appeared, trying to use their size advantage to push Green off the Goat Boulder, but Green defused them one by one.

This Intensity of attack wouldn't even rank in the top ten of the combat training Green had endured.

The more Green fought, the more relaxed he became, the more intense the fighting spirit dormant within him grew, and the more adrenaline and dopamine were secreted.

Green's state was continuously improving, and his will to fight was being tempered and strengthened.

But under the blessing of his extremely calm fighting spirit, Green's defense and counterattacks were very steady, firmly restraining his own power.

Now was not the time.

Green was looking for an opportunity for a fatal blow; the opponent still had trump cards unrevealed.

One word: Steady!

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