Iya Continent: Card God

Young Tim was stunned by Linta's sudden use of the "Swift Wind" card skill, and any pity he had felt vanished instantly. All that remained was anger at being "deceived."

"Damn it! Battle Fist!"

Tim, closing in on Linta once again, channeled magic into his arms, unleashing a powerful punch.

"Battlefield Fist," the most legendary and renowned skill on the continent of Iya. Because it's a "King-level" skill! It was the signature technique of the military god of the once-greatest kingdom, the Holy Monsi Kingdom, which he taught to all the kingdom's soldiers without reservation. Since then, "Battlefield Fist" has spread throughout the continent of Iya, becoming one of the easiest skills to learn, and every family possesses a copy of it.

However, this skill is the least like a King-level skill. Normal King-level skills are unusable by ordinary Bronze-level players because the required magic power is far beyond what a Bronze-level player can consume. But this legendary "Battlefield Fist" is a move that even Bronze-level players can use, though its power is also very Bronze-level.

"Fuck!"

The fist was aimed at Linta, who once again used the power of the swift wind to dodge.

At first, he was intimidated by Tim's punches, but seeing the power he unleashed, he felt relieved.

A sense of curiosity stirred within him. The previous "Snake Spin Kick" was a Silver-level magic skill. Although his opponent hadn't unleashed its full killing power, the unexpected nature of the kick had been a significant achievement. This "Battlefield Fist" clearly didn't utilize his true strength either, but it was vastly different. Like the difference between a raindrop and a torrent. What, then, was true power?

Lin Ta sighed slightly, thinking, "No wonder they're rich kids; they're learning all the good stuff."

"Damn it! You liar!" Tim shouted angrily.

They can only argue vehemently, but they can't actually hurt the other party.

"Drink..." Young Tim had no choice but to stop his attack and began to breathe heavily, trying to stabilize the flow of magic within his body.

Linta was calm and composed, radiating abundant magic.

Tim was quite surprised as he watched Linta's magic radiate. After such a fierce battle with him, his magic hadn't been depleted much? Did his ability to dodge attacks as swift as the wind not consume any magic?

The boy was momentarily at a loss.

Linta not only had minimal depletion of magic power, but also virtually no depletion of mental energy! His mental energy had been exceptionally abundant due to months of training. Although his magic power was only at the mid-Bronze level, his mental energy had reached the high-Bronze level.

The damage to one's mental energy from dodging a mere gust of wind is negligible, like a drop in the ocean.

"Are you even a Bronze-level guy?" Tim questioned.

He began to suspect that the other party was a powerful Silver-ranking mage who was deliberately toying with him.

After all, he was a top-ranked student in the lower grades at the Prussian Academy, and his skills in both combat and cultivation were quite impressive. He wouldn't necessarily lose to a higher-level opponent even in a battle against a bronze-level opponent.

However, he couldn't do anything to this mid-level Bronze-rank Linta who claimed to have never learned any magic skills.

"Hey, everything I said before was the truth," Linta sighed.

I know in my heart that no matter what I say at this moment, the other party will not believe me.

"Bastard!"

As expected, young Tim was enraged once again. With an angry roar, his magic erupted, and he attacked Linta with all his might.

Lin Ta's expression was solemn; he dared not be careless.

This time, the opponent wants to settle things with me.

"what!"

The boy's magic was like the wind howling through the forest, causing the trees to ripple and undulate. This surging magic flowed down to his right fist, and with a fully charged strike, it hit Linta head-on. Even with his well-trained and robust physique, Linta could not withstand it.

"call……"

Linta stared intently at him, breathing slowly.

The young man ahead, like a lion, roared as he charged forward, the force of his attack causing his clothes to flutter and sway from side to side.

Linta's heel gradually sank into the ground, leaving a shallow footprint.

"Take this punch! It's the signature move of the Vázquez family, the Twin Heroes!"

"boom!"

The boy unleashed a powerful punch, causing magic to explode and dust to billow in all directions, surging and rippling within the backyard. The plants and trees in the garden were engulfed in dust, their shapes obscured.

Tim, the boy who threw that punch, had almost completely exhausted his magic power. He stood there, breathing heavily.

The technique "Double Heroes" was created by Edward Vazquez and Harvey Vazquez, two pillars of the Vazquez family. Its power was renowned throughout the entire Kingdom of Mordley. All family members can learn it, but not the complete version; rather, they learn the original version created by Harvey and Edward, a move that even bronze-level disciples can perform.

"Are you from the Vasquez family?" Linta's voice rang in the boy's ears amidst the dust.

Young Tim's eyes widened in astonishment.

He dodged it?! He wasn't hurt at all?

Whoosh—! Bang!

Before Tim could say anything more, a gust of wind rushed in, accompanied by Lintaqiu's powerful fist.

A punch imbued with magic struck the boy's abdomen, hitting him squarely.

"Ugh!"

The pain quickly spread to the boy, reaching his entire body.

The boy clutched his stomach, bending over in pain.

Of course, this is certainly not enough to defeat the opponent.

Just as Linta was about to continue his attack, young Tim raised his hands in surrender, "Stop! Stop! I...I give up! I don't have enough magic...I can't fight anymore."

Linta immediately stopped his attack, lost in thought.

Does that mean you can't fight without magic? Who said that? Back when they were under the spell of the magic-suppressing ring, Shia, Gingon, and the others were all incredibly strong.

In the eyes of family scions like Tim Vazquez, without magic, one is incapable of fighting. They never considered how someone without magic could defeat enemies capable of unleashing terrifying techniques.

"What is your relationship to the Duke of Vasquez's family?" Linta asked curiously.

Young Tim regretted revealing his secrets in his excitement.

His gaze shifted to Linta, who had defeated him, and after a slight hesitation, he replied, "What else could I be? I am the Duke's son, Tim Vasquez!"

"Huh?" Linta was slightly surprised and made a surprised expression.

Young Tim said, "What are you surprised about? I'm doubting me!"

Despite the pain, Tim stood up again, confronting Linta with the proper aristocratic bearing.

Linta still looked at him with suspicion, sizing him up and down.

"Are you the Duke's son?"

"I'm!"

"you really!"

“That’s me! You’re wondering why others didn’t recognize me, right? That’s normal. They usually only see my father. Besides, I’ve been studying at the Prussian Academy for many years.”

Linta stroked his chin, still deep in thought.

Tim gritted his teeth. "What exactly are you suspecting?"

Linta went straight to the point: "Who is that old man, Mr. Donkey? Does he own the library? Why is he treating you like a young master? Doesn't he know you? That can't be right, he definitely knows you. And your attitude towards him..."

Tim looked somewhat flustered, as if he was afraid of being seen through.

"Don't worry about that. He's someone our family highly respects. He's... a powerful figure! Understand? In the continent of Iya, powerful figures are respected!"

Linta raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly both believing and disbelieving.