Chapter 12


    “You think advancing to Novice Mage makes you invincible? Your unorthodox methods are a joke


    compared to a true Mage,” Nysah said smoothly, approaching vin. Her pale, delicate fingers


    spun gracefully, conjuring spirits of me that danced merrily between her hands.


    Inferno Serpent Strike! An advanced Combat Magic that was known to be powerful.


    Yesterday, Tyral had cast Inferno Serpent Strike, but neither the scale of the mes, their heat, nor


    their conjuration could match the prowess of Nysah, a Novice Mage of Stage VI.


    "You still have a chance to back down," Nysah said with a sly grin, her beauty enchanting as her


    hands suddenly clenched. mes danced nimbly from her grasp, swirling with a ferocious intensity


    like twin serpents of fire coiling between her fingers.


    "Let''s fight then! I''ll stand my ground to the end!" vin could sense the danger. His left hand slowly


    balled into a fist until his knuckles turned white, and veins stood out along his arm.


    From the sidelines, Tyral shouted, "Nysah, be careful—vin''s strength is formidable!"


    “vin, you brute, do you think you can counter magic with sheer force?"


    "Without your Combat Magic, your power is a sad sight indeed."


    "Nysah, crush him! Show him what a real Novice Mage can do, let him feel the might of an Elite


    Protégé!"


    Nysah, sensing vin''s stubbornness, scoffed internally. With a flick of her wrists, the mes


    around her soared as she moved gracefully towards vin like a striking viper. "Pity, vin. Today


    you''ll be nothing but a cripple."


    Her body was supple, her movements fluid as she weaved left and right, like an onrushing me


    serpent.


    She was not careless, readying a decisive blow to leave vin no chance for a counterattack. She


    had heard of vin''s astonishing physical strength; he had once thrashed a Stage I Novice Mage


    during his Apprentice years.


    "Finish him!" Tyral cheered from the sidelines.


    vin stood motionless, his gaze sharp as the eyes of a hawk, locking onto Nysah. Momentster,


    Nysah surged from the left in a sudden attack, showing no mercy. vin smirked. His concealed


    right hand had suddenly thrust forward a throwing dagger that streaked through the air like lightning.


    Its gleaming de aimed ruthlessly at Nysah.


    vin''s explosive power was immense; this long-prepared throw could wield the force of hundreds


    of pounds.


    Nysah''s reflexes were quick; she twisted in mid-air to avoid the dagger. Her red robes and zing


    mes gave her the appearance of a phoenix in flight.


    However...


    The dagger did not fly in a straight line but arced deviously, spinning rapidly like a miniature meat


    grinder, carrying with it a devastating force that grazed past Nysah''s side.


    The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as her fiery dress was ripped open from her rib to her waist,


    revealing the smooth skin beneath and even the bright color of her undergarment. The dagger sped


    past, leaving a crimson gash on her side.


    "Agh!" Nysah cried out, the unexpected exposure and pain momentarily threw her off bnce.


    "Quite fair skin you''ve got there!" vin''s eyes were cold as he leaped forward. His left fist swung


    like a frenzied war hammer,nding solidly on Nysah''s head. His blow was ruthless; he did not hold


    back in the slightest.


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    He no longer cared for chivalry; this fierce woman sought to ruin him, and he showed no mercy.


    With a dull thud, Nysah was sent flying, stumbling many steps before managing to regain her


    footing. Her dress fluttered, and the exposed skin and her slender figure stirred the desire of


    onlookers. Though the wound on her side was not fatal, blood flowed freely. Dizzy and unsteady,


    she struggled to remain upright.


    From just one punch? Tyral felt a chill run through him. How could this madman have hurt his


    sister?


    "You fool! Even without Combat Magic, I can still defeat you." vin charged at Nysah like a tiger


    descending the mountain. His approach was fierce and unyielding. Lacking in magical prowess, he


    made up for it with raw strength and experience. His bright red eyes showed no fear, only


    determination.


    "Nysah, watch out!" Tyral shouted a warning.


    Nysah shook her head to clear it and quickly covered her torn garments. "You''ll pay for this. I''m


    gonna cripple your hands." Her rage was palpable, having never suffered such humiliation.


    "Go ahead and try!" vin''s fighting spirit surged. His aura was like a torrential storm as he charged


    wildly. His blows rained down on Nysah like a leopard in a frenzy. Sure, he didn’t have Combat


    Magic. But he could externalize his magic. Electricity crackled around his body, focusing on his fists


    with each wild strike, unleashing a terrifying impact.


    His savage assault soon had Nysah retreating in disarray. Her cries were sharp as her bright red


    dress was further torn by the electrical energy, revealing even more enticing views.


    "vin, do you hit women now?" The chaotic scene made Tyral''s scalp tingle; the boy was growing


    wilder with age.


    "You are picking on the weak!" Amidst his relentless attack, vin''s hand pped Nysah''s delicate


    face. The sound echoed through the woods, nearly sending her flying.


    "Go to hell!" Nysah screamed, unleashing her Inferno Serpent Strike without restraint. mes


    roared around her like a venomous serpent leaving itsir, repelling vin''s fierce assault with a


    palm strike to his chest.


    vin was sent flying as if struck by lightning. His clothes burnt away at the chest to reveal a bloody


    palm print and blood streaming down. However, before he was knocked back, he clenched his teeth


    andunched another dagger, its trajectory precise and cunning, burying itself into Nysah''s left


    shoulder, and sinking deep into the flesh. The force of the throw staggered Nysah, sending her


    crashing into a tree.


    Tyral could hardly believe it; his sister was a Stage VI Novice Mage, a formidable mage in her own


    right. Within the grand organization of the Cobalt Strike, it was not umon for Novice Mages to


    challenge each other beyond their levels. Sudden outbursts of madness, differences in experience,


    and the power of Combat Magic could all lead to unexpected oues. However, Nysah was three


    whole stages above vin.


    "Nysah, are you alright?" Tyral rushed to support Nysah.


    Nysah red at vin furiously. Her clothes were torn and revealing, and her fiery allure was


    undeniable. Yet, her disheveled state was pitiful, and the dagger pierced her shoulder. The spinning


    force nearly dislocated it, causing unbearable pain and leaving her pale.


    She had been careful around vin, and she was still grievously wounded. Tyral was in shock, but


    Nysah was even less able to ept what had happened.