Iya Continent: Card God

Once again, under Linta's use, the Ishtar Radiant Cup consumed its magic power and unleashed a flurry of radiant light.

Streams of light, dazzling as stars, bombarded the battlefield within a radius of several meters with formidable power. The explosive attacks kicked up flying stones and dust, which spread outwards.

Abirgay raised the sleeve of his robe to shield himself from the sandstorm, his expression filled with unease. Through his limited vision, he had already seen Locke unharmed. This attack hadn't caused much damage. This was bad; it was very disadvantageous for Linta!

"Ow..."

The young two-spotted leopard stood amidst the battlefield's sandstorm, its gaze fierce and unwavering, showing no fear or intention to flee. It even seemed prepared to charge into the fray and kill Locke. However, it restrained itself. Its heart trusted the human; the human seemed to be telling it, "Don't come any closer! I will win!"

"Hiss!" "Whoosh!"

The dazzling attack ceased, and Locke stopped swinging his axe.

His expression at this moment was full of confidence and certainty.

He had used only a small amount of magic to dodge the attack. Meanwhile, his enemy, Linta, was visibly weakening, with magic swirling around him like a veil.

Linta stood with a somber expression, confronting his still composed enemy.

"Kid! I'll show you what regret is in a minute!" Locke shouted fiercely at Linta.

Linta frowned, sensing danger.

The opponent's magic power is gathering and converging on the axe. It's coming! The killing move!

Locke grinned, already seeing victory in his mind.

The final blow, a direct strike imbued with his own concentrated magic, forced him to unleash his final, devastating attack with the Flowing Light Cup. Of course, he could have chosen not to. But the consequences of not using it might have been far more severe.

In short, there's no time left. The group of adventurers in the mountains will be here soon. The commotion here is too much to fool them. A swift and decisive victory is my final decision.

"Aha!"

Locke, wielding a large axe, leaped into the air. The axe blade was imbued with powerful magic, its light shimmering faintly.

"Falling Moon Slash!"

Adventurer Locke, a magic user for many years, has unleashed his most powerful killing move.

As the axe fell, a crescent moon followed suit. Before the axe blade even arrived, the magic descended first. The magic, transformed into the crescent moon, rained down like a waterfall.

"Dancing Lights!"

Linta raised the Ishtar Radiant Cup without hesitation. The glass cup shimmered and flowed with light.

"Bang!!!"

Countless streaks of light shot out, directly bombarding the Crescent Moon Axe. The two magical forces clashed and collided, resulting in a dazzling explosion.

Locke, not to be outdone, gathered even more magic power and unleashed a devastating strike.

Linta allowed the Flowing Light Cup to draw upon his magic, causing it to shimmer and sparkle like shooting stars.

"Boom! Boom!"

A loud roar echoed throughout the mountains.

Amidst the explosion, besides flying debris and dust, there were also blinding flashes of light. The surrounding trees bent their branches and leaves, making a constant rustling sound.

……

As the noise subsided and the sandstorm subsided, Abirgai, who had been struggling to hold out, lowered the sleeves of his robe and stared at the scene with worry.

"How did it go? Who won?"

His pupils widened suddenly.

Linta was still standing, and Locke was standing too!

"Hahaha!" Red-haired Locke let out a hearty laugh.

"You've finally run out of magic!"

Abirgai's face showed horror. His magic power was exhausted, which meant defeat for a magic user!

"It's not exhausted, there's still a little left." Linta raised his palm, and flames burned brightly in his palm.

"Ha ha ha!" Locke laughed even harder.

"What's the difference between this and running out of mana? It's just a little bit of magic power. I could stand here and take a fireball from you without even blinking!"

Of course, I'm not that bored.

Now... kill him!

"Boom!"

Locke didn't waste any more words. After regaining some of his momentum, he leaped out and unleashed a deadly axe strike.

He could easily kill Linta and Abirgay now. However, if other adventurers came, he wouldn't have enough magic to deal with them.

"Watch out!" Abilgay shouted excitedly.

Linta raised her eyebrows and calmly watched Locke's attack.

Locke was utterly bewildered by Linta's unwavering composure. Why! Why was he still acting this way! Was this guy stupid?! Damn it, die!

The great axe fell with overwhelming force. However, the axe blade hovered in mid-air, unable to reach Linta's head.

"what?!"

Locke stared in shock, wondering who had stopped him!

No! Not human!

"what is this?"

A shadow, possessing the power of Linta's physique, emerged from the merged darkness and grabbed Locke from behind, blocking his attack.

Abilgai breathed a sigh of relief; he had been terrified.

"You still have magic powers to use such strange skills?" Locke asked in surprise.

“This has nothing to do with magic,” Linta said with a faint smile.

Locke couldn't understand Linta's meaning and struggled desperately to break free from the shadow's grasp. However, the shadow's strength was ridiculously great! Moreover, his own magic power was severely depleted, making it difficult to use magic to shake off the opponent.

"You just said you wouldn't even blink if I hit you with a fireball, right?" Linta suddenly said with a strange smile.

Locke felt uneasy, and a sense of fear rose within him.

What's this guy up to? Does he have enough magic left? Impossible! But how do you explain this shadow? This guy is too strange!

Abiergai was completely baffled as to what Linta was doing. He should take advantage of the moment when the opponent was unable to maneuver effectively and eliminate him! Otherwise, if he broke free, things would become difficult!

"puff!"

Linta raised his palm, and with his remaining magic power, he ignited a fireball once more.

Locke stared intently, observing the power of the fireball and the release of magic. Just as he had expected, it was nothing to worry about.

But what happened next left him utterly distraught.

The fireball suddenly burst into flames and kept growing larger.

Intense flames illuminated the entire battlefield.

What was originally the size of a human head now appeared as large as a wooden house.

"Ahh...!"

The massive fireball engulfed Red-Haired Locke, who let out a long, agonizing scream. The shadow, enduring the flames, continued to entangle him.

Linta's expression sharpened, and he whispered, "Diamond 9, burn."

Linta obtained the card power from the young white-headed two-spotted leopard, making a deal with it to obtain the card 9 of diamonds without killing it. The power of this card is "Burning".

It cannot directly release a jet of flame. However, it can burn itself or contribute to the power of flames.

The Bronze-level skill Fireball, amplified by this, possesses the destructive power of a Silver-level skill.

Abirgay was stunned and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

"Liar, this is called... lacking fire magic... talent?"

"Ah ah ah..."

As the fireball engulfed it, the struggling figure finally fell silent, and the two-faced figure crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The ever-regenerating shadow finally burned away completely, returning to Linta's feet.

Silver-ranked, red-haired Locke, defeated and killed.

"Awooo!" The young beast howled and roared, as if praying to its mother.