Chapter 118: Phil’s Misjudgment

Chapter 118: Phil’s Misjudgment

As mentioned earlier, they knew each other quite well.

She knew that Nadal was more proficient in this type of magic.

What puzzled her, though, was whether Nadal’s final move against her was just the Explosive Fireball?

Sure, the Explosive Fireball was powerful, and he looked like he was giving it his all, but thinking he could easily triumph over her was a bit too arrogant.

While thinking this, Lucy didn’t slow down her movements.

No matter what, she had to act to defend against Nadal’s attack and protect herself.

When Nadal unleashed the Explosive Fireball, it didn’t launch at Lucy but rather hovered in front of him.

The intense heat made him glow red all over.

Waves of heat billowed, causing his magic robe to flutter.

While everyone was puzzled about what he was up to next—

“Ah—!”

He suddenly roared, his expression fierce.

Then, under his control, the fireball in front of him quickly shrank at an incredible speed, becoming the size of a basketball.

At first glance, it looked just like an ordinary Fireball Technique.

But the massive energy contained within made it hard to regard it as a simple Fireball Technique.

In that moment, everyone around was shocked by Nadal’s actions.

This guy pulled off something like this?!

Airael watched him with deep interest in her eyes.

Although she could do the same right now, her strength far surpassed his.

After all, she had transitioned from high-tier to hero tier.

Nadal’s performance was certainly an impressive leap.

Humans were indeed creatures not to be underestimated.

Too bad she was no longer human.

Thinking this, Airael couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Lucy, though surprised, quickly regained her composure and deployed her prepared defensive magic.

Before her, a thick Ice Wall rose up, protecting her behind it.

As soon as the Ice Wall appeared, the fireball, under Nadal’s control, flew toward her.

However, the fireball wasn’t flying too fast and looked rather unstable.

This situation was a bit disappointing.

But on second thought, it made sense.

From the earlier situation, it seemed that Nadal’s move wasn’t fully developed; he was likely still in the preliminary mastery phase.

Nonetheless, what he executed was already enough to demonstrate his capability.

This weakness was something Lucy definitely wouldn’t let slip by.

Under her control, a large Ice Spear manifested on the other side of the Ice Wall, heading straight for the fireball.

“Boom!”

In the instant of their collision, the unstable fireball immediately exploded.

The chaotic fiery energy contained within was released as well.

A powerful shockwave swept through the arena, carrying flames with it.

If it hadn’t been for the timely raised magical barrier shielding the arena, the spectators might have been caught in the blast.

Once everything settled, only Lucy remained standing in the arena.

Her clothes were tattered, barely covering her body.

But at this moment, she didn’t even care about her appearance, staring in surprise at Nadal, who had collapsed against the arena wall.

If she hadn’t detonated it in advance to make it explode mid-air, she would have likely gone down from such an attack.

Although she was fine now, Nadal was not.

While she had the Ice Shield protecting her, Nadal had nothing at all.

After executing the Explosive Fireball, he was utterly exhausted.

Thus, he had no power to resist his own spell.

At that moment, he had already fallen unconscious.

Once this was discovered, emergency personnel rushed in to provide treatment.

At the same time, others went to check on Lucy and handed her a coat.

“Thank you!”

It was only then that Lucy noticed her appearance and expressed her gratitude to the newcomer.

“What an amazing battle!”

Airael observed everything and exclaimed.

Both Nadal and Lucy were exceptional.

Nadal’s earlier outburst was unexpected.

Lucy’s ability to stay calm in a crisis and seize the opportunity to turn the tide was commendable.

Phil, standing next to her, showed a hint of pride on his face.

See? This is the quality of the mages from the Tower of the Archmage, they are simply outstanding!

“Can I enter next?”

After the compliments, Airael looked at Phil and asked.

“Of course!”

Although the arena was in shambles, it didn’t prevent the next match from happening.

As long as the magical barrier protecting the spectators wasn’t damaged, it was all good.

There was no need for frequent repairs of the arena.

Because fixing it quickly would just lead to it being broken again, usually, it was just about keeping it functional.

“Then what about my opponent?”

“How about I be your opponent?”

Phil looked at Airael and asked back.

He couldn’t gauge Airael’s actual strength, but judging by her voice, he felt she should be quite young—around twenty.

So he thought their strengths might be comparable, both at the beginner high-tier level, which is the standard for Seventh-level Mages.

After all, his magical talent was already among the finest in humanity.

The reason why Phil misjudged was also because Airael’s remarkable achievements alongside Axi hadn’t quite reached here yet.

Phil had limited knowledge of Airael.

He only knew she was Axi’s companion, or maybe sidekick.

While her strength was impressive, given her age, it shouldn’t be that formidable, so he assumed they would be about even.

“Are you sure you want to fight me?”

Airael asked.

“Yeah!”

Phil nodded vigorously and smiled at Airael, saying, “I’m pretty strong, you know.”

Airael smiled mysteriously: “If that’s the case, let’s step into the arena.”

Phil didn’t notice the smile on Airael’s face; otherwise, even if he did, he likely wouldn’t give it much thought, and might even be captivated by her.

As the two stepped into the arena, the departing crowd halted in their tracks.

Phil was also a well-known figure in the Tower of the Archmage.

With his remarkable talent and being the closed disciple of Archmage Andrew, his attention was on par with that of a hero-tier mage.

At the same time, they were curious about who Airael was—a seemingly mysterious opponent.

Airael looked at Phil, who was ready to go, and asked again, “Are you really sure you want to fight me?”

She thought about it carefully; although they hadn’t known each other long, Phil had treated her very well, warmly welcoming her twice.

If she were to utterly crush him, causing potential psychological damage, it wouldn’t be very nice.

“Absolutely, and now that it’s come to this, I won’t back down.”

Phil responded with confidence.