Theoretically, even if Bemore had already analyzed the weakness of Magic Sword Reid, an ordinary warrior simply couldn’t knock the Sword of the Hero out of his hand. It wasn’t that simple. That sword had long since fused with the Magic Person Zombie. To separate it required an extremely specific, targeted power.
But our team actually did have one existence that perfectly countered Magic Sword Reid.
Did The Hero of the Gale become the protagonist because she was so strong? No. It was purely luck.
Her Talent Skill just happened to counter all the major bosses in the key storylines. That’s how a talkative, indecisive person like her managed to make a name for herself.
“Everyone, please lend me your strength.” The Hero of the Gale was still there, softly murmuring, “I will definitely defeat Magic Sword Reid and save everyone from this predicament…”
Samimi almost wanted to seal her mouth shut.
But unlike earlier when everyone was worried about Niubao, no one paid her any attention now. No one responded. No one cheered her on.
If you’re going to fight, then fight. If not, then shut up.
“I can feel everyone’s power.” The Hero of the Gale completely failed to notice everyone’s disdainful looks, still moved by her own words.
It seemed the “Gentle Protagonist Personality” from last time hadn’t been killed by Samimi. It had just been shattered and then fused into her body. That’s what turned her into this strange state.
“[Knight Exclusive Defense Amplification – Combined Formulation].”
“[Hero Exclusive Offensive Enhancement – Combined Formula].”
Samimi stopped pretending too, directly casting all her support techniques onto The Hero of the Gale from a distance. If not for the Air Wall restriction, she would have even wanted to put a shield on her.
At the same time, the Connection Witch opposite her suddenly stood up and began to cast Abyss Support Magic.
Both sides began a battle of support.
Although the Connection Witch’s support was far inferior to Samimi’s, the competition of support techniques was about quantity and casting speed.
This was very counter-intuitive.
Support techniques weren’t like magic or martial skills. They didn’t require profound mastery. An ordinary Divine Official would only specialize in two or three skills.
But Samimi was a monster.
Other Divine Officials would sweat bullets after casting just two or three support spells, making them almost useless in actual combat, because support techniques had to be stacked to produce a qualitative change.
And Samimi was the Queen of Stacking.
The moment she stepped onto the stage, there were no more “Pastoralists” in the world, only Divine Officials. She was the benchmark.
All future Pastoralists would imitate her. Even if they couldn’t achieve it, they would desperately try to learn. Even if they could only cast two or three support spells, they would stubbornly learn.
This was “Soul.” A belief that transcended the rules. The Soul of Support.
And the Connection Witch was a “reverse awakening.”
Her hatred for Samimi had twisted to an extreme. She wished she could tear Samimi to pieces.
It was precisely this extreme obsession that allowed her to mimic an Abyss version of Support Magic.
Currently, she had only mastered two: [Strength Enhancement] and [Acceleration].
But even so, this was already an abnormal phenomenon that surpassed the Abyss’s own settings.
Samimi herself hadn’t even fully realized this yet.
But the relationship between them was simple: a fight to the death.
The Connection Witch was almost her mirror image, a “Samimi” belonging to the Abyss. You could even say it was like a resurrected “Zombie Samimi.”
Despicable, sinister, underhanded, all inherited.
Facing such an existence, there was only one outcome: fight to the death.
However, right now, they could only watch the show from the audience seats. It wasn’t their turn to take the stage.
The battle had already begun.
The moment The Hero of the Gale entered the arena, she immediately discovered a problem. There were no leaves.
Falling Leaves Slaughter Formation couldn’t be used.
She had relied on this move to slaughter countless insect swarms before. Now it was completely useless.
With no other choice, she could only condense her Qi into blades, releasing wind blades to attack.
But without a physical medium, their power was greatly diminished. Hitting Magic Sword Reid was like scratching an itch.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
Shaving off a bit of skin and flesh was meaningless because it would regenerate.
But immediately after, Magic Sword Reid erupted.
Its speed and power skyrocketed. Compared to when it was fighting Niubao earlier, it was like a completely different person. It had entered a berserk state.
Clearly, it had also sensed the threat posed by The Hero of the Gale.
But it was too stubborn.
Normally speaking, the moment this sense of unease appeared, it should have fled, not chosen to fight head-on.
“Boom!”
Magic Sword Reid charged forward, unleashing a High-Speed Windmill Slash.
However, The Hero of the Gale had already entered the “Non-Human Realm.”
Only a wind afterimage step remained where she stood. Her true body had long since vanished.
She wasn’t in a hurry to seize the sword, nor did she rashly attempt sword intent control.
Instead, she first wore down its toughness, then seized the sword.
Her thinking was exceptionally clear.
This girl had suddenly become enlightened.
Of course, this wasn’t strange either.
Four teammates had already tested the waters and gathered information for her. Even Niubao had gone up to act as the information gatherer.
Plus Samimi’s full set of support, if she still couldn’t gain an advantage under these conditions, that would be truly absurd.
The Hero of the Gale began moving at high speed.
Within the arena, it was filled with afterimages.
This move, “Afterimage Step,” which had been hyped up since the beginning, was finally being put to use.
Cresia could see through it, Niubao could just slash through it, but Magic Sword Reid couldn’t see through it.
It was utterly confused.
“So Afterimage Step only works on idiots?” Samimi couldn’t help but mutter.