Chapter 297


    Where were they? vinpletely lost track of the two figures, as if they were never in the beast


    pen, undetectable by any sign of their presence.


    Just then, Erica''s voice wafted through the forest, her location indiscernible. "vin, engage in


    battle!"


    A stunning shower of light suddenly burst forth from ahead, like a myriad of stars plummeting from


    the sky, vast and sweeping towards vin. The powerful magic wave thundered through the beast


    pen, shattering all trees in its path with a brilliance akin to gleaming des. Its might was no less


    formidable than vin''s own assault!


    “So strong!” vin left behind afterimages as he moved, his sacred sword shining like a rainbow,


    dazzling and bright. The Dawnedge de unleashed intense beams of light, shattering the rain of


    des, but... something was not right! His aggressive sword tide seemed to hit nothing at all. It


    should have shed with the curtain of swords, yet nothing happened.


    Could this be... an illusion?


    vin snapped to the realization on the spot and swiftly retreated, for who could guarantee that


    within the fantasy, there wasn''t a real threat lurking?


    Fortunate was his quick reaction, for in the next instant, Sveinn burst out from the curtain of des,


    his oppressive aura of ughter bearing down. His movements were graceful and swift as a startled


    swan. His whole body roared with mes, twisting the space around him. His sword danced like the


    rain, its edge burning with mes as it shot towards vin.


    vin tumbled to the ground, undeterred, and with a counterstrike, proimed, "Fall of Eternity,


    Infinite Swords."


    Violent sword energy erupted, shing head-on with Sveinn''s swordsmanship.


    The two sword collided with immense force, and the shing sounds filled the beast pen as if


    thousands of swords were striking each other in a dense and intense cacophony.


    Sveinn was extremely confident in his swordsmanship and had the advantage of a surprise attack.


    After striking once, he immediately followed up with a second strike. However...


    "What?" Sveinn''s face shifted with surprise as vin''s swordsmanship instantly dispersed all the


    fiery sword tides, striking at Sveinn with a force that could uproot trees and pull them down.


    vin struck with his sword. The Dawnedge de pierced Sveinn’s chest, emerging from the


    shoulder and drawing a spray of crimson blood.


    “Ah!” Sveinn grunted and staggered back, swiftly evading into the dense forest.


    The brows of the Citadel Protégés furrowed, taken aback by the turn of events.


    vin was about to pursue Sveinn, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Erica appeared before


    him, her presence as clear and pure as crystal, her bearing valiant and not overly delicate, yet


    exuding apelling heroism. With a lightugh, she transformed into hundreds of figures,


    spreading across the beast pen, all gazing at vin with smiling eyes.


    Hundreds of identical stunning maidens surrounded vin. Undoubtedly, all were illusions, with not


    a single one being the real Erica. This was bizarre scene, yet thick with danger.


    Such strong Hallucination Craft. Though vin was not familiar with it, he could sense the power of


    this Combat Magic.


    What a sibling duo, one with Hallucination Craft, the other with ambush tactics. Together, they were


    an invincible team. No wonder the Blessed Citadel sent them into battle, seemingly holding the


    winning cards.


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    "vin, witness the Combat Magic of Citadel Protégés," Erica''s ethereal voice echoed throughout


    the beast pen. The collective voices of the hundreds made it impossible to pinpoint the source.


    Meanwhile, Sveinn hid in the shadows outside the reach of the Hallucination Craft, his body aze.


    Like a prowling cheetah, he focused intently on vin, ready to pounce. His eyes were cold; the


    humiliation of his failed ambush fueled his anger.


    The wound bled profusely, and the pain was searing. “Wait, blood?” Sveinn suddenly snapped to


    attention and hurried to stop the bleeding.


    vin stood emotionless, already locking onto Sveinn''s location by the scent of blood.


    "Erica! Suppress him!" Sveinn shouted as he retreated.


    The hundreds of Ericas all raised their hands in unison, chanting loudly. Their voices reverberated


    through the area. In an instant, the skies above the beast pen darkened with storm clouds, lightning


    crackled, trees were uprooted, and mes surged. The ground shattered, and a bone-chilling cold


    tide emerged. Along with swords, long knives, lightning, mes, ice, and other dangers, they


    spreading rapidly as if hundreds of Mages were casting Combat Magic!


    Thunder roared deafeningly, brilliant sword light cleaved through the void, endless mes scorched


    the sky, and great swathes of magical light rain shone like falling stars...


    Countless illusions appeared in the beast pen. The spectacle was so grand it seemed as if a war


    was underway.


    These Hallucination Crafts were not only presented to vin but also to all the spectators. Even the


    Citadel Protégés couldn''t help but feel the tension as if a real battlefield enveloped them. The


    terrifying might threatened to sweep across the entire field.