At this point, everyone made way, but due to Iri's Ice Aura earlier, a thin layer of ice still remained on much of the ground.
"Hellank, where did you find this little Iri-meimei?" Greenham, who was behind Hellank, walked over and asked him.
"I met her at a roadside stall, and I didn't expect to find such a treasure," Hellank said with a smile, waving his hand.
"Greenham, with your eye, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
"Judging by the moves this little Iri-meimei used and the weapon she's holding, she must be a magic caster, right? In that case, it's undoubtedly the Old grandpa's victory."
Greenham understood the strength of the Old grandpa Palpadora very well; although he was advanced in years, he was still a former Orichalcum-level Adventurer, and he was also equipped with dragon scale armor that had extremely high magic resistance.
No matter how you look at it, this Mithril-level Iri-meimei is at a disadvantage, right! Even if this little Iri-meimei might use some strange moves, it's no exception.
"No! I think the Old grandpa will lose, and he'll lose badly," Hellank said.
As someone who had personally experienced Iri's strength, Hellank didn't think Iri would lose at all.
"It seems you have a lot of faith in your new team member's strength!" Greenham said, patting Hellank on the shoulder.
"Hehe!" Hellank merely responded with a smile.
Now, not only Greenham thought so, but the other Black Workers behind them were also discussing the outcome, and basically all of them believed Iri would lose.
Everyone thought that Iri, as a magic caster, had no chance of winning against the Old grandpa equipped with dragon scale armor.
But... it still comes down to that one point: provided Iri is truly a "magic caster."
At this moment, everyone cleared the area, leaving only Iri and the Old grandpa Palpadora standing in the center of the field.
Iri looked very serious, while the Old grandpa seemed quite relaxed, apparently not intending to take it seriously.
Seeing this, Hellank couldn't help but snort with laughter.
"Can we start, little Iri-meimei?" The Old grandpa asked first.
"Anytime," Iri had been waiting impatiently to teach this arrogant old man a lesson.
"Then!" As soon as the Old grandpa finished speaking, his figure instantly vanished from everyone's sight.
In an instant, the Old grandpa was seen with his spear already thrusting towards Iri's face.
However, the spear tip stopped just a few centimeters from Iri's face.
The wind generated by the rapid thrust slightly ruffled Iri's bangs, yet Iri didn't even blink.
The long spear in the Old grandpa's hand was said to be a magic weapon crafted from dragon fangs.
Facing the Old grandpa's swift and fierce thrust, Iri remained so composed.
Those who didn't know the truth might have thought Iri was stunned by the sudden thrust.
However, that wasn't the case.
Those people didn't know that among Iri's many teachers, one was known as Nazarick's Weapon Master.
Compared to him, the Old grandpa's thrust was like child's play.
"Ho... quite composed!" The Old grandpa Palpadora withdrew his stance.
He had initially thought that facing such a little Iri-meimei, he could just scare her a bit and it would be over.
But seeing Iri completely unmoved by his surprise attack, looking calm and collected, his eyes gradually sharpened.
The previous playful atmosphere was completely gone, replaced by a killing aura.
This Old grandpa also realized that this little Iri-meimei in front of him was not someone to be trifled with lightly.
"It's you, Old grandpa, can you stop testing me like this? If this were a real fight, you'd be at a disadvantage!" Iri didn't forget to remind him.
Just as the Old grandpa made a move before his surprise attack, Iri had already sensed it.
And by observing, she had already estimated the length of the Old grandpa's spear and the range of his attack.
Knowing that the Old grandpa only intended to scare her at first, Iri naturally responded by doing nothing.
If Iri had wanted to counterattack, the Old grandpa would have been knocked down long ago.
"Hehe! How embarrassing, to be lectured by a junior... Then next..." The Old grandpa Palpadora didn't finish his sentence, but from the atmosphere, it was clear that the Old grandpa was about to get serious.
"Hellank, the Old grandpa seems to be getting serious! Is that okay?" Greenham also noticed that the Old grandpa Palpadora's aura had changed.
"It's fine, Iri-meimei is very strong," Hellank replied with a smile.
Although he knew Iri wouldn't lose, Hellank was very curious about how Iri would defeat the Old grandpa.
The Old grandpa Palpadora got serious, but Iri... remained as composed as ever, and seemed to have no intention of taking the initiative to attack.
"Then... this old man is coming!" The Old grandpa Palpadora declared.
"Please hurry, there are still important matters to attend to later," Iri responded with her usual composure.
As soon as Iri finished speaking, the Old grandpa's figure once again vanished from everyone's sight.
The speed and fluidity made it impossible to believe this was the ability of an eighty-year-old man.
However, Iri remained just as before, completely unresponsive, standing still.
"Martial Art! Dragon Fang Thrust!"
The Old grandpa's choice was similar to how Helanke started his close-quarters combat with Iri before, using a Martial Art.
Although it was clear that the Dragon Fang Thrust used by Palpadora was his own self-created Martial Art, which involved two consecutive thrusts at extremely high speed, and could also include elemental attacks.
Because the effect and performance of this move were very good, many warriors practiced it.
Of course, compared to the Twin Sword Slash that Helanke himself used before, the Old grandpa's Dragon Fang Thrust was more lethal.
However, Helanke thought that the same scene as last time would play out, where Iri's original magic, Holy Protection, would repel it, but it didn't...
Iri merely casually raised her "staff" with one hand, without moving her body at all, and only used the long "staff" in her hand to precisely defend against the Old grandpa's two attacks from the Dragon Fang Thrust.
One must know that the defensive surface of the "staff" in Iri's hand was very small, yet Iri was able to so precisely use only the shaft of the "staff" to block the Old grandpa's thrusts twice in a row with that tiny bit.
"This... this is too outrageous!" Helanke was stunned, or rather, everyone present except Ainz was stunned.
How exaggerated must her dynamic vision and reaction speed be!
And she only used one hand, holding a long staff as tall as herself, to perform two incredibly fast defenses consecutively.
Is this truly the physical ability a magic caster should possess?
Although the Old grandpa Palpadora was also very surprised, he didn't intend to end it there when Iri so easily defended against his Martial Art.
Instead, he took a step back and swept horizontally, intending to re-establish his stance and block Iri's pursuit.
However, Iri didn't move.
Accompanying the wind pressure generated by this horizontal sweep, which only served as a feint, Iri's hair tips were slightly ruffled again.
"Gale Acceleration! Physical Enhancement! Ability Boost! Super Ability Boost!" At this moment, the Old grandpa also noticed the seriousness of the problem and used all his ability-enhancing Martial Arts.
However, Iri still remained in place, looking composed.
"Is this Old grandpa going too far! Is he trying to kill that little Iri-meimei!" Greenham also broke out in a sweat for Iri.
"Dragon Fang Thrust! Double Strike!" Immediately after, the Old grandpa used his Martial Art again.
Under the previous enhancements of numerous Martial Arts, this Dragon Fang Thrust was several times more formidable than before.
As mentioned earlier, the Old grandpa's Dragon Fang Thrust could include elemental attacks.
This time, it was imbued with the fire element, and visibly, the flaming spear tip struck Iri four times consecutively.
Iri's response was still the same as before, calmly using her long staff with one hand to block all four attacks.
This time, compared to before, there was a slight result, because the effect of the flames burned through the thin rope tied to the staff, causing the white cloth wrapped around the staff to scatter.
At this point, the weapon that everyone had mistaken for a long staff finally revealed its true form.
"A... a hammer??" The Four Strategists Squad members were all shocked by the incredibly ornate great hammer in Iri's hand.
Hellank looked at Iri with an expression that conveyed he didn't know what to say.
"Hellank... is Iri really a magic caster?" Imina looked utterly bewildered.
"If you ask me, I don't know either!" Hellank replied, and then everyone looked at Arshe.
Arshe had directly confirmed Iri's magical abilities, which had even scared Arshe into that state.
Now... the weapon held by the magic caster, described by Arshe as being beyond human comprehension, was actually an incredibly ornate war hammer.
"I... I don't know either," Arshe also found it very strange.
"Uh... it's my turn next," Iri saw her weapon exposed in front of everyone, and her previous composed and calm expression disappeared.
She looked somewhat displeased, and then Iri was seen gripping the war hammer, which was as tall as herself, with both hands.
Although she didn't assume any stance, just by doing so, it was enough for people to feel her powerful killing intent.
"This is truly a formidable junior; this old man admits defeat." Palpadora took a step back with a solemn expression, directly abandoning the idea of continuing the match.
"Uh?" Now it was Iri's turn to be confused.
"I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already giving up? What the hell?"
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