Iya Continent: Card God

The night was dark and the stars were few. Below the sailboat cliff, the air was thick with a tense atmosphere of impending battle.

The female mage, Abirgay, stood up again, moving away from the battlefield between the two men, especially from the cunning red-haired Locke. This man was despicable and treacherous; he might use the same trick again to attack her and distract Linta.

"call……"

Locke stroked the axe handle, breathing slowly to restore the flow of magic within his body.

His eyes were deep and fixed on Linta, who was eager to fight him head-on.

From my perception and observation, no matter how I look at it, Lin Ta is only a Bronze-level cultivator, and the magic he exudes is merely at the high-level Bronze. What makes this guy dare to challenge me to a duel? Could it be that he's been hiding his immense magical power and is actually a Silver-level cultivator?

"puff!"

Linta raised his palm, magic flowed in his palm, and flames burned, transforming into a fireball the size of his head.

"Hmm?" Locke raised his axe, ready to meet the attack.

"Fireball!"

With a palm strike, the fireball shot out and crashed towards Locke.

A strike from a high-level bronze-grade magic, though possessing some power, was nothing more than that in Locke's eyes.

"Fuck!"

With a single, sweeping swing of the double-edged axe, the power of the sweep shattered the fireball, scattering it into sparks.

Abirgay's face was somber, and he bit his lip tightly.

No, this Fireball spell won't be enough to threaten them. We need a more powerful magic skill.

"Fireball!"

Linta unleashed another fireball, its flames blazing brightly.

Locke, looking wary, swung his axe and shattered the incoming fireball.

"Again!" Linta moved quickly, unleashing fireballs at his opponent from other directions.

Fireballs shot out one after another, like a volley of catapults.

These attacks were nothing more than that in the eyes of the experienced adventurer Locke.

"Whirlwind Axe!"

Holding an axe in one hand, he spun around, unleashing a powerful whirlwind axe strike.

"Whoosh!!"

A fireball couldn't even get close to Locke; at a distance of several feet, it directly shattered the flames and crushed the sparks.

Linta looked troubled and stopped his fireball attack.

Locke gave a scornful laugh. "I thought you were so powerful! You don't actually think that because I lost a lot of magic power in my battle with that beastly leopard, you can defeat me, do you?"

Abiergay suddenly realized, "That's right. Locke may be Silver-rank, but so is that leopard beast. To entangle it, he must have lost a significant amount of magic power, and that loss can't be recovered in a short time. So? Linta's strategy is to slowly wear down his dwindling magic power. And then, when his magic power is insufficient, to settle the score?"

The tactics were correct, but...

"Naive!" Locke roared, his body surging forward, wielding a large axe as he charged toward Linta.

Under the starlight and sparks, the double-edged giant axe exuded a chilling aura, inspiring fear in those who beheld it.

Any bronze-level flesh and blood body would surely die if struck head-on by an axe.

"Axe Slash!"

As Locke approached, Linta's hair stood on end, and his expression tensed. However, he maintained a calm demeanor befitting his confrontation.

With swift gestures, a glass cup inlaid with gemstones suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Forehead?!"

Locke was immediately uneasy upon seeing such an ornate cup; it was a magical artifact! And of a rather high rank!

"Dancing Lights!"

With the bestowal of magic, the glass cup shimmered in mid-air, and instantly, countless streams of light shot out, bombarding Locke as he swung his axe. At this moment, Locke had no time to change his moves and could only grit his teeth and strike.

"Aha!"

The axe cleaved down with murderous force. But the power of the flowing light was even more formidable, striking the double-edged axe blade. Upon impact, the flowing light exploded, and the shockwave, along with the force of the explosion, lashed out from the axe blade's body. Locke's expression changed drastically at this sight; he gritted his teeth, determined to keep the axe from slipping from his grasp.

His eyes flashed with light, and more attacks seemed to be coming towards him.

"Bang!!!" "Ouch!"

With a burst of light and explosion, Locke was thrown back dozens of steps with his axe in his hand.

"What an amazing magical artifact!" Abirgay exclaimed in surprise.

The Ishtar Gourd, a low-quality item, was a prized possession of Reno, the owner of the magic item shop on Cone Street. It possessed considerable destructive power and had few limitations in its use. In a pinch, it could save one's life. However, Reno never imagined he would be betrayed by his own son, Danny Reno, who then used it to kill Linta, ultimately giving it to Linta.

"drink……"

Locke kept breathing heavily, white smoke rising from various parts of his body, and looked at Linta with a horrified gaze.

"No wonder... you're so arrogant, it turns out you have such a high-grade magical artifact."

A magical artifact capable of injuring itself like this must be something extraordinary, not just ordinary or fine; it must be a high-quality magical artifact.

This is a good item. A good magical artifact is one that even a bronze-level user can use freely. If I kill this guy, the Flowing Light Cup will be mine. Then I'll have one more method to use.

But how do we take it back...?

Locke's breathing gradually slowed, his eyes fixed on the enemy warily.

The attack from the Flowing Light Cup just now was an eye-opener. If he wanted to launch a direct attack, he would inevitably have to endure a flurry of Flowing Light attacks. That kind of attack was not one he could afford to take.

What should I do? How should I deal with him?

"Hmm?" Locke's eyes darkened, and upon closer inspection, he noticed something amiss.

Linta's magic was not as powerful as it had been before.

Locke immediately understood why.

This magical artifact is convenient and easy to use, with few limitations, but the basic requirements will not change.

So-called magical artifacts, in order to unleash their extraordinary abilities, require magical power to operate. Where does this magical power come from? It can only be drawn upon by the user themselves. This is the fundamental principle behind the use of all magical artifacts.

"That attack just now must have drained a lot of his magic power... He can only use it twice more at most..."

Locke murmured, a hint of joy on his lips.

However, she also felt a little worried. Her magic power was actually quite low; just now, directly blocking the attack of the Flowing Light Dance had depleted a significant portion of it.

In other words, you cannot expend your magic power to counter the opponent's magical attacks. Dodge as much as possible to bait out their attacks.

"Pfft!" "Fireball!"

At this moment, Linta unleashed a fireball attack from his palm, an attack that consumed little magic power.

Locke, deep in thought, seized the opportunity to dodge the attack. He didn't intend to shatter the fireball head-on, choosing instead to conserve his magic power.

While dodging, his thoughts raced: how could he force Linta to use the Flowing Light Cup while he himself could dodge it?

As I pondered, streaks of light flashed and danced wildly in my wake.

Linta used the magic weapon skill again.

Locke was quite surprised. He used it already?! But he was overjoyed. Dodge! This move can be dodged!

"Bang!!!"

The light danced wildly, crashing and shimmering, sending countless waves crashing across the earth.

Locke swung his axe left and right, trying to deflect the aftershocks while dodging the full force of the attack.

"Very good, he can only be used once more at most..."