Magician in Type-Moon

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“Ah, I appointed the fighter, but I know absolutely nothing about the opponent. Just in case, I’m making this clear first.” Van Fem explained calmly, as if the situation was already under his control.

Magic flowed like a dark river, swiftly passing through his cube, then into the cubes of Isilid, Alette, Shirou, and Matouchi. In that instant, everyone's bets and magic intertwined into an invisible net.

The dealer calmly announced, "Confirm all bets."

Then, as his voice fell, it was as if some kind of magic switch had been triggered, and images of the arena began to appear, gradually replacing the melodious chimes.

"The second round of the duel at Fim's ship banquet begins." The dealer's voice was calm, but the weight of his announcement seemed to solidify in the air, making the entire space tense.

Luvia in the video made the first move. She waved her hand like the wind, and the oppressive feeling in the air suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterward, a deafening explosion erupted. It wasn't an ordinary explosion; instead, countless brilliant lights and thick smoke burst forth.

The dragon froze for a moment, hovering in mid-air as if caught in some kind of confusion.

These explosions were not attacks, but rather beams of colorful light and smoke that instantly filled the entire arena.

“Yes, it’s rare to have an arena, and I’m a little concerned that the style is a bit too plain.” Luvia’s voice came through the smoke and light, light and confident.

Her fingers danced in the air, and magnificent magical trajectories rose with her movements, their light streaking across the void like shooting stars.

"Red Rose! Yellow Rose! Blue Rose!"

As she called out, colorful points of light intertwined to form the shape of a rose, slowly rising and illuminating her every movement.

"Since it is a fighting arena where blood and life are placed on a scale, there should naturally be a proper welcome upon entry."

She smiled slightly, her words filled with arrogance and elegance, "Since the organizers aren't making any preparations, then I'll do it myself! As the most elegant hunter on earth, I should naturally be prepared to welcome my prey."

The performance was too arrogant, but one could only nod in agreement, acting with dignity.

She strolled among the light and smoke she created, like a triumphant hero returning home, or a beautiful beast eyeing its prey, displaying supple muscles.

Although her face is blurred in the video, her mesmerizing figure cannot be hidden.

The shadow suddenly fell from above Luvia's head, and the dragon launched a fierce attack from the air with lightning speed, aiming directly at her back.

This mythical beast's attack is not simply brute force, but carries an aura of cunning, as if it has learned how to seize an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

The dragon opened its jaws, drool dripping, and quickly approached that beautiful head of shimmering golden hair.

However, Luvia had already noticed. Her golden hair flashed like light and suddenly swung away, carrying a gorgeous elegance and a deadly murderous aura.

In that instant, the arena seemed to be replaced by an inexplicable force, becoming the desolate surface of the moon, as if all gravity and obstacles had been torn apart.

She soared into the air with a perfect lunar somersault, her movements light yet powerful. In that instant, the entire space seemed to lose its weight, as if she were no longer bound by any physical rules.

Luvia's blue dress billowed like a battle flag, and her snow-white legs, like sharp swords, kicked fiercely at the dragon's jaw.

The force of that strike was like a thunderbolt from the sky, enough to instantly break the neck of any ordinary creature.

Chapter 499 Luvia vs. the Flying Dragon

"To actually hinder my performance, even a beast would be incredibly rude. For a villain, this is rather crude." Luvia muttered, brushing aside the sand-covered golden hair, a hint of disdain on her face.

However, the dragon's reaction was incredibly fast.

It rapidly flapped one wing, using the wind pressure to adjust its flight posture, and then stabbed at her with its sharp tail.

Its tail was as sharp as a knife, pointing straight at Luvia's chest.

She pushed off with her feet, as if using the wind to propel herself into the air, and leaped up again. Using the power of that intense light magic, she even used the body she was struck as a foothold to jump even higher into the air.

"Don't think you're the only king of the sky!"

She laughed, her words carrying an undeniable air of arrogance.

Luvia has clearly mastered the rhythm of the aerial battle.

She clutched a gem in her hand, its light bursting forth from her palm and illuminating the entire arena. Her magic coalesced into a new red star, shining in mid-air with a fiery radiance like a crimson lotus.

“Call.” She uttered the incantation softly, her voice gentle yet threatening.

The brilliance of the gemstone was fully awakened by her words, and the heat it emitted almost evaporated the surrounding air.

The crimson lotus's radiance was like her passion materializing, and her powerful magic amplified her attacks, making them even more ferocious—the target being this damned dragon.

However, a strange light flickered in the dragon's eyes, as if it understood her incantation. An ominous smile played on its lips, as if it awaited Luvia's next move.

Just as Luvia's gem finally shattered, the dragon's tail-swinging motion suddenly accelerated. The tip of its tail swept fiercely towards her like a sharp blade.

The unexpected force made her movements slightly sluggish.

The dragon's tail struck Luvia with perfect accuracy, the powerful impact knocking her to the ground instantly, sending dust flying.

.........

Luvia's back was ripped open by the pterosaur's sharp teeth, and blood splattered everywhere, staining her blonde hair and sleeves red.

But she didn't retreat a single step, remaining ramrod straight, her eyes flashing with a sharp light, seemingly unaffected by her injuries. She quickly adjusted her posture, preparing to meet the next attack.

“It’s a magical vibration, isn’t it?” Bai Ruolong’s voice rang out softly, as if he were talking to himself, but his eyes were focused intently on the changes in the arena.

“Dragon creatures possess a magical core. As long as magical energy is generated and vibrated within one's line of sight, it can affect the surrounding costumes—that should be the principle, right?” He paused, then continued his analysis, “Replacing the passive energy of sensory organs with active energy that influences the external world… does that sound similar to the Clock Tower's Mystic Eye theory?”

“Oh, you know that so well.” Alette’s voice carried a hint of admiration, and a smile appeared on her face.

“However, pterosaurs aren’t a dragon species, but a subspecies, right? Do they really have that kind of ability?” Isilid asked calmly, his tone tinged with doubt.

"Who knows?" Bai Ruolong shrugged, her tone still calm, but her gaze was fixed on the arena. "Even pterosaurs have different abilities, and besides, those are imitations of Van Fem, right? They might not have the same abilities as the originals."

Van Fem chuckled, seemingly unfazed, and appeared quite relaxed: "Haha, these adjustments were handed over to them a long time ago, and there's a lot I don't know." He seemed to deliberately conceal his inner anxiety, shrugging his shoulders. "However, as you pointed out, I can only say that it's somewhat different from the original pterosaur. My daughter and staff are very enthusiastic about their work."

However, Bai Ruolong's attention was completely focused on the images in the arena. Despite her injuries, Luvia did not back down; she quickly adjusted her stance, preparing to meet the new attack.

"—There's movement," Bai Ruolong said softly, her gaze never leaving her.

As the visuals shift, viewers see the pterosaur unfurl its massive wings and swoop down on Luvia. Its attack is like a storm, violently distorting the air as it flies, creating an intense sense of oppression.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luvia's palm flashed with magical markings once more, swiftly unleashing a black spell bullet. The bullet, like a black hole, drew everything in, exuding immense pressure.

However, the pterosaur reacted with incredible speed, easily dodging the deadly black curse with a twist of its neck. Its movements were as if they were the perfect, instinctive choice, flawless and swift. That primal, instinctive threat was truly awe-inspiring.

A flicker of surprise crossed Luvia's eyes, but she didn't stop. The power of the Black Curse remained under her control, and she continued to fire at the pterosaur. Although her movements were disrupted, the dark power still drew flashing trajectories in the air, burning off several of the pterosaur's scales.

However, the pterosaur reacted much more swiftly.

Its dragon teeth were as sharp as blades, and in an instant, they sliced ​​across Luvia's shoulder, causing blood to splatter.

“Ruf den roten Bauern!” Luvia growled, enduring the excruciating pain as she tossed a dozen rubies from her hand in one go.

However, even the rapid-fire gem magic was shattered by the pterosaur's magical vibrations. The energy of each gem was mercilessly dispersed as soon as it was released, and fragments rained down.

"It seems she used quite a few gems, but as far as the Mystic Staircase is concerned, no matter what she does, it's just modern magic." Alette analyzed coldly, her voice carrying a hint of calm sarcasm. "It's impossible for it to withstand the pterosaur magic vibrations created by the Deathline Joy Ship."

Although Luvia's attacks were frequent, each strike was powerless to shake the pterosaur's massive body.

“The chimera just now was the same; its body has adapted to killing,” Isilid said slowly, stroking his chin, a hint of insight flashing in his eyes.

"This is completely different from the order in which humans adapt to physical actions after learning to kill intellectually."

He paused slightly, then continued his analysis, “There’s no need to specifically think about the most suitable movements for yourself; the body’s movements become the optimal solution from the very beginning. I see. No wonder the legends of the fantasy and dragon species, which are well-suited for combat, are all formidable enemies with questionable minds. Pure specifications wouldn’t provide this advantage.”

"Of course. Humans and other creatures adapt and learn through history, but fantasy species and dragon species have been like this from the beginning."

Bai Ruolong smiled slightly, her tone calm, yet revealing a profound understanding of the essence of combat.

"Oh?" Isilid looked up, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

“You know very well,” he said admiringly. “Even at Clock Tower headquarters, few could make such a statement, right? Or is this kind of basic knowledge included in the courses on mind magic?”

"This is a personal factor," Bai Ruolong smiled slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of confident composure, "and also a battle of insight."

Chapter 500 Violence

In the arena's imagery, the shattered rubies, a result of magical vibrations, transformed into a smokescreen that obscured the view.

The next instant, Luvia burst out of the smoke.

Right in front of the flying dragon.

Her movements were incredibly swift, as if she were about to challenge this subspecies of dragon to another aerial battle. Her gaze was fixed on her target, unwavering.

The dragon's tail suddenly swept across, creating a violent gust of air, attempting to stop her.

However, Luvia narrowly avoided the fierce sweeping attack, her body flipping through the air like a whirlwind, and the beryl in her hand shot backward.

"Ruf Gnade an!" (Calling upon grace)

As the incantation was chanted, the beryl erupted with dazzling magic, and the energy gushing from within transformed into a hurricane, lifting her body and swirling her high into the air.

She jumped onto the dragon's head.

Several gems emerged from behind her, unfolding like wings, a breathtaking display of color—

Red, green, blue, and yellow.

Like a rainbow, adorned with magic and radiance, these wings belong only to Luvia.

"Rufe Gnade für deine Konigin!" (Calling upon the Queen of Elegance!)

Her voice echoed in the air, like a queen descending upon the battlefield.

The loyal gems obeyed her call, gathering in her palm, magic flowing and coalescing in her hand. She suddenly spun in mid-air, her entire body tracing a graceful arc.

--pretty!

A breathtaking moment.

If the dragon's magical vibrations work on a similar principle to the Mystic Eyes, then the vibrations will be ineffective as long as the dragon's vision cannot reach it. In other words, if Luvia wraps her body around the gem and hides in the dragon's blind spot, it will be an effective countermeasure.

This may seem simple, but making on-the-spot decisions and putting them into action in battle requires judgment and battlefield experience far beyond that of ordinary people.

Without hesitation, Luvia unleashed the magic of the gem in her palm and swooped down towards the dragon at an astonishing speed.

The deafening explosion of the collision shook the entire arena—

But it was not a simple battle of flesh and blood; it was like a chariot crashing into a tower, or like witnessing fireworks exploding up close, with a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

A dazzling light swept everything away.

One of them lost its balance in mid-air.

Perhaps it was an inevitable outcome, but Luvia fell headfirst to the ground, her figure swept away by the gale into the abyss-like darkness of the night.