“Enchanting a magic-forged sword? What kind of heretical magic is that?”
The black-robed mage leaped down from the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, landing on the audience seats below. He actively distanced himself from the enemy’s bizarre magician, looking up and shouting in question.
Although his action essentially trapped his boss together with the dangerous person, what was his boss’s life compared to his own?
Rather, his choice to distance himself immediately showed that he was a battle-hardened mage.
Being ambushed at close range by an assassin was only the second most feared situation for a mage.
What truly terrified a mage was an unknown spell formula.
Like now…
The black-robed mage completely failed to understand why a nun could use magic.
Moreover, it was an extremely bizarre crimson magic, turning mana into a weapon and then enchanting that mana weapon — all incomprehensible techniques.
“I haven’t yet fought an ordinary human elder mage before. The ones I’ve fought so far have all been freaks.”
Samimi also slowly floated down from above the VIP room, standing with her hands behind her back as if treading on air, landing on the audience seats to face the black-robed mage.
At the same time, several hundred slave knights quickly gathered around the black-robed mage, organizing a defensive line to surround the black-clad nun.
“Who exactly are you?” the black-robed mage asked again.
“I am the Chief Battle Priestess of the Church’s Valkyrie Knight Order, Charlum Payne.”
Even at a time like this, Samimi was still lying, even pulling out her High-Level Saint Certificate to show off.
But it wasn’t exactly a lie.
She really was Battle Priestess Charlum, with a high-level ID, and this identity already had considerable fame. She might not have made a big name yet, but wasn’t the reputation coming now? At least everyone in the South knew her, though it hadn’t spread to the West Coast yet.
“So the clothes you’re wearing aren’t just some fetish gear? Those idiots actually dared to move against the Church?”
The black-robed mage was speechless at these nobles.
“We were assassinated by mysterious attackers and traced it all the way here. If you don’t want to die, get lost, senior,” Samimi said.
“Hmph, little girl, you don’t know your place. A heretical magician from the Church? I am a true-blue Academy mage. What makes you think you can fight me?”
The black-robed mage said coldly.
“That’s great,” Samimi said with a gentle smile.
“What’s great?” the black-robed mage frowned.
“I was afraid you might actually run away. I’ve never sparred with an old mage before.”
Samimi clapped her hands, looking innocent.
“You all go save Master Perry. There’s still a saint up there, and there might be more of her comrades lying in ambush. Go support them.”
The black-robed mage gave the order first.
In the blink of an eye, the slave knights scattered and all rushed toward the VIP room.
In an instant, only Samimi, the black-robed mage, and Niubao, who was dozing on the stage, remained on the audience seats.
Niubao on the stage finally woke up and summoned a runic staff in a second.
“Niubao, stop sleeping. Give me the staff,” Samimi shouted.
Niubao immediately tossed the staff toward Samimi.
“[Chaotic Fireball].”
Seeing that, the black-robed mage immediately acted, summoning a deep crimson super fireball and hurling it fiercely at Samimi, not giving her a chance to retrieve the staff.
However, the anticipated violent explosion did not occur.
A magical wall suddenly rose up in front, directly corroding and devouring his Chaotic Fireball.
“What!?”
The black-robed mage was greatly shocked.
His Chaotic Fireball had smashed into it without even causing a decent ripple.
The enemy didn’t need much mana at all to easily repair the magic shield, while his own mana consumption was a real net loss.
But he was an old mage.
The greatest advantage of an old mage was having a vast mana reserve to wear the opponent down.
The reason young mages couldn’t beat old mages was that they would be slowly drained to death.
But ultimately, advantage aside, this fighting style was too disgusting.
As a mage, if you couldn’t see through the enemy’s spell formula, even if you won, it was the same as losing.
Bullying the weak, losing face, and dishonorable.
Samimi easily caught her runic staff.
Her belongings were still in Niubao’s storage space, which even contained two legendary magic tomes, one of which was a strange book that hadn’t shown its abilities yet, still hidden as a trump card.
“You are a dual magic talent user,” the black-robed mage said in a low voice.
“Another pathetic fire mage, no originality,” Samimi mocked.
“You’ve awakened the power of healing, and also a special corrosive mana. I suspect you’re only good at healing and defense, with no offensive means.”
The black-robed mage analyzed.
“You guessed right. I can’t learn any attack magic, only a magic shield,” Samimi laughed.
“You’ve already used mana weapon forging, enchanted a mana weapon, and even launched a long-range mana impact. Mastering that move already makes you a qualified mage,” the black-robed mage commented coldly.
“Old man, you’re not bad. Your analysis is quite accurate,” Samimi nodded.
“I remember now. A year ago, a heretical magician wiped out the Flame School at the Academy and even defeated the Lion King. Her signature spell was a wall of mana that could corrode other mana.”
The black-robed mage suddenly recalled everything, and his face turned pale.
“You… are the founder of the School of Healing.”
“Old man, you have a good memory.”
Samimi hadn’t expected anyone to recognize her, and she smiled even more brightly.
The sudden success of pretending to be weak made her a little happy.
But only a little.
After all, it wasn’t a carefully planned face-slapping scene; the act wasn’t complete, so the satisfaction was limited.
The mage circle was just too small.
But the other party only recognized this identity of hers; he still didn’t know her other identity.
“Since even the Lion King lost to you, I can’t underestimate you anymore. I must use one hundred percent of my mana to fight you.”
The black-robed mage said solemnly.
As he spoke, he suddenly saw a beastman nun slide-step in front of the founder of the School of Healing.
“You are skilled at amplification spell formulas, and you have a beastman swordsman beside you to use as a magical tool. She is your magical blade.”
This made the black-robed mage even more certain of Samimi’s identity.
“Niubao, don’t worry. I want to have a fair spar with senior. It’s rare to encounter an Academy mage out in the world, so let me enjoy this. You go chase after those slave knights—quick, get the kills. If you’re slow, your teammates will take them all.”
Samimi said rapidly.
“Yes.”
Niubao trusted Samimi completely, and with a flash, she vanished to support the other teammates.
“…”
The black-robed mage’s face darkened further, feeling greatly humiliated.
He, a dignified legendary magic tutor, was being looked down upon by such a junior?
“Don’t think that just because you defeated the Lion King, you’re invincible!” the black-robed mage shouted angrily.
“Isn’t it true? Can you beat the Lion King?” Samimi retorted.
The black-robed mage was momentarily stuck, then after a moment of thought, he barely came up with an excuse:
“I know you three fought the Lion King together and barely won.”
“Then you should also know that we first beat down over a hundred Flame School apprentices before going up to the rooftop to face the Lion King, right?”
Samimi asked with a smile.
This time, the black-robed mage froze completely. His lips moved, but not a word came out, and sweat began to form on his forehead.
The reason Samimi was so arrogant was that she had roughly figured out the enemy’s strength.
The black-robed mage’s mana level was about on par with Holy Knight Second Captain Ophika—very substantial.
But his spell formula strength was definitely inferior to the Dark Sword Saint’s; in the end, it was just ordinary fire magic.
This level of strong opponent was right within her kill range.
She had recently upgraded her skills and equipment, so she could handle it.
However, if a noble young master had a guard of this level, what level of guardian would the great noble she had to face next have?
Just thinking about it was a headache.
“[Multiple Chaotic Fireballs]!”
The black-robed mage no longer held back. He slammed his blackwood staff hard into the ground, and several ultra-large crimson fireballs instantly appeared around him.
Given the destructive power of this spell formula, it was probably enough to blow a hole straight through the entire auction venue.
It was clear that this old man was truly panicked, no longer caring about his retirement job.
“[Multiple Walls of Thorns].”
Samimi joined in the fun, directly summoning multiple crimson walls, building a small fortress on the spot.
Boom!
The auction venue immediately shook violently, and waves of heat rolled through.
But this was already the effect after the fire explosion’s power had been reduced by seventy percent.
If the Chaotic Fireball had exploded fully, this building would have collapsed long ago.
This showed that the black-robed mage had long lost his humanity.
He didn’t care at all about the lives of the boss or other guests; to him, more important was his dignity and face as a mage.
Several deep crimson mana slashes suddenly shot out from the Wall of Thorns, counterattacking the black-robed mage.
The latter blocked them forcefully with his thick fire mana shield, but his expression grew uglier.
No matter how skilled, it was still just a fire shield.
Fire was inherently one of the worst elemental talents for defense; once blast magic couldn’t gain an advantage, the battle was basically lost.
The old mage indeed had a lot of mana.
But now he couldn’t feel any significant reduction in the opponent’s mana, while he himself had already consumed a considerable amount.
If this continued, even an old mage couldn’t be sure he could outlast this turtle of a nun.
Her crimson magic was immune to blasts, making her the natural enemy of all fire mages.
“Who do you think I am? I’ve fought fire mages more times than you can imagine.”
Samimi brushed aside the smoke and dust, a full smile on her face.
Not to mention that in her usual sparring sessions with the Queen of the Pale Wicked Demons, Beibei, the Wall of Thorns was blocking Armor-Piercing Dragon Shots every day.
A mere big fireball couldn’t even scrape the wall’s surface.