"How can we fight... how to fight..." murmured Loren to himself.
"Wait, where is Montoya from the Kingdom Intelligence Department?"
Loren shivered; he suddenly realized there was one less person present.
At this moment, the blond man on the field looked towards the dark corner with a faintly mocking tone and said, "Can you escape?"
With a raise of his hand, an ice blade shot lightning-fast into the darkness.
No incantations.
No hand signs.
No spellcasting medium.
"Super Magic 'Instantaneous Spell'!" Loren's eyes widened.
Although he had heard of some gifted mages mastering various super magic techniques, it was the first time he witnessed it firsthand.
"Ah!!"
After a tearing sound in the flesh, there came a miserable scream!
Loren squinted his eyes; his pupils shrank suddenly. Montoya from the Intelligence Department had been sliced in half!
The legs were still upright, but the upper body had fallen to the ground, struggling to survive.
