Ethelrina twisted her wrist, swinging the sword in her hand to circle around Iana’s dragon claw, striking straight at Iana’s arm.
In an instant, sparks flew as the blade met Iana’s arm, which was originally smooth and delicate, but now revealed layer upon layer of dragon scales, blocking Ethelrina’s further attack.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“Really not even enough to hurt.”
Iana taunted, though according to her plan, she didn’t have to keep provoking Ethelrina—she could have just turned around and escaped using the Space Scroll.
But Iana didn’t do that.
The reason was simple: she wanted to see just how strong she had become after breaking through ten percent Bloodline Development, and to compare her strength with Ethelrina’s.
Even if she was weaker than Ethelrina, she wanted to know exactly how wide the gap was between them.
“You’re so annoying.” Ethelrina failed a move, then suffered verbal attacks from Iana, growing extremely impatient.
Especially since this Demonkin in front of her was mocking the silver-white sword in her hand—the very sword entrusted to her by her closest friend.
Such behavior was absolutely unforgivable in Ethelrina’s eyes, particularly since the person in front of her was a Demon.
After all, the reason her closest friend went missing, and why Ethelrina could never find her again, was because of the Demons.
This had caused Ethelrina to harbor immense hatred toward the Demonkin.
“I think you’re looking for death.”
No sooner had the words fallen than an unmatched aura radiated from Ethelrina’s body, effortlessly suppressing the demonic energy around Iana.
A faint blue halo surrounded Ethelrina, finally condensing into twinkling starlight that flowed into her body.
“Devastate the Sacred Moon Lament.”
With Ethelrina’s command, a vast and powerful blue flame, as if capable of destroying everything in its path, appeared before Iana.
“Damn, are you serious?”
Iana had expected Ethelrina to launch a stronger attack, but never thought she would open with her ultimate move.
This blue flame was clearly her first skill, an ultimate ability that Ethelrina would only use in a crisis.
Because both of their Bloodline Development levels were still very low, their bodies could only store limited blood power.
Only when their Bloodline Development reached fifty percent would they awaken a ‘Blood Pool,’ allowing them to unleash their Bloodline skills freely.
“You think I’d be afraid just because you use a skill?”
Iana’s face showed no trace of fear, as if Ethelrina’s attack had no effect on her at all.
“Perfect, you’ll do nicely to test my new skill.”
At that moment, a halo surrounded Iana’s entire body as well, but unlike Ethelrina’s blue glow, hers was black-red.
“Soul-Devouring Demonflame.”
A burst of black-red flame shot from Iana’s mouth, rushing toward Ethelrina.
In the center of the two, the flames collided, intertwining into thick smoke that obscured the view, making it impossible to tell who would win.
“That Dragon Bloodline’s aura isn’t strong at all, totally suppressed by Ethelrina—can’t even compare to her.”
“Definitely Ethelrina’s victory.”
“Isn’t it obvious? Ever since Ethelrina revealed her aura, we haven’t sensed the Dragon’s demonic energy at all.”
“You guys actually thought this Dragon was the one who once slaughtered the Silver Dragon Clan? I think its strength is just about on par with us.”
“If the Silver Dragon Clan was really wiped out by her, I’d have to laugh at them for a lifetime.”
At this moment, a thick fog enveloped both Ethelrina and Iana, leaving no one able to see inside.
Everyone present could only guess at the situation between them.
But in their minds, Ethelrina was almost certainly the winner of this battle.
When the mist cleared, the two were still standing in midair, neither having gained any advantage.
“So I’ve actually gotten this strong?” Iana couldn’t help but praise herself at the sight.
It wasn’t surprising that Iana was tooting her own horn—before, she had no resistance against Ethelrina, but now she had managed to endure Ethelrina’s strongest strike head-on.
Her tail was proudly raised.
However, Iana didn’t let her guard down just because of this small advantage.
Who knew if Ethelrina had any hidden cards?
Now that she had seen the true gap in their strength, it was better to call it quits and leave immediately.
“Ethelrina, aren’t you supposed to be the most talented student at Saint Roland Magic Academy? The one holding the admission record too, right? Honestly, I don’t see it.”
“I’m not playing with you anymore. Bye-bye.” Iana mockingly spoke to Ethelrina while holding a Space Scroll in one hand.
But just as Iana was about to use the Space Scroll, her smile froze—she couldn’t activate it.
‘What’s going on? Could it be that this scroll has rusted from being stored too long?’
Space Scrolls definitely don’t rust.
The reason Iana’s Space Scroll wouldn’t work was that there was magic around her preventing spatial magic from activating.
Seeing Iana’s stunned expression, a smile appeared on Ethelrina’s face.
Ever since Iana had escaped right under her nose last time, she had prepared thoroughly.
She was carrying a treasure that could block space teleportation magic at all times, just waiting for Iana to fall into her trap.
Now that Iana was right in front of her, how could she miss such a perfect opportunity?
“Return my Senro Breath Pearl.”
At first, Ethelrina only suspected that Iana was the Demonkin who had stolen her pearl before, but after sensing the familiar spatial teleportation magic, Ethelrina was certain this was the enemy who had taken it.
“What pearl? I don’t know anything about that,” Iana hurriedly denied with a wave of her hand.
“Whether you stole my pearl or not, I’ll personally verify it.” Saying that, Ethelrina raised her sword and moved toward Iana in midair.
“Who’s afraid of you? I’ll show you that even mud has a temper!”
Iana thought to herself that she might not lose if they fought close-quarters, so she had to reconsider her escape plan.
Right now, the priority was to deal with Ethelrina’s attack and find out why her Space Scroll had failed.