After releasing the Swift Art, Ao Yuan lightly exhaled two notes, and two semi-transparent wind blades, each as thick as a thumb, formed in the air. They swiftly swept towards Weng Ling.
Although these wind blades seemed small, their advantage lay in their rapid casting and low mana consumption. If they cut through unprotected skin, they could cause bleeding. It was a practical harassing spell.
However, Weng Ling merely lifted her wrist, and her wrist armor easily crushed the wind blades attacking her eyes. But as she lowered her arm, she realized that Ao Yuan had already gracefully floated to the other side.
Observing his ability to cover three meters in a single step, Weng Ling furrowed her brow.
Swift Movement?
Just as her gaze locked onto Ao Yuan, she saw him wave his hand, sending three more wind blades her way.
Not good!
Weng Ling suddenly realized that this guy intended to use wind blades to disturb her vision, creating distance to cast various light-footed spells continuously to kite her.
She couldn't let him succeed!
Dodge? Block?
Waste of time!
With a crisp sound, two wind blades cut a bloodstain on Weng Ling's shoulder. Clad in leg and wrist armor, she couldn't even defend against the wind blades.
"Hehe, quite bold."
Ao Yuan saw Weng Ling now only twenty meters away, still calm as he cast wind blades with one hand while continuously drawing patterns with the other.
"This is..."
"Dual-casting!"
A sudden exclamation came from the audience.
Usually, mages could only cast one spell at a time, but those gifted with extraordinary talents could construct two spell models simultaneously and cast them. This method of casting was called dual-casting.
"I didn't expect Ao Yuan to possess such a talent," Xu Mu Zhi praised.
Dual-casting wasn't as simple as drawing circles with the left hand and squares with the right; it required precise control. A slight mistake could backfire!
To make a metaphor, it was like making a bomb with one hand while using a dagger to trim eyelashes with the other.
"Wind Blade Technique is relatively simple; after proficiency, it shouldn't split his focus much. The real focus is the spell he's preparing with his right hand," Lord Lei nodded.
"Let's wait and see."
Seeing Ao Yuan's ability to dual-cast, Weng Ling couldn't help but accelerate her pace.
However, no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't match someone who effortlessly covered three to four meters with a single light step, especially when his left hand continued releasing annoying wind blades to disrupt her.
"Humph! Chase? Let me see how you chase!"
Within the 300-meter competition area, after running left and right with Weng Ling for quite a while, Ao Yuan uttered the final syllable. The wrinkles on his face suddenly smoothed out.
Aero Soar!
Two sudden whirlwinds rose abruptly from the ground, supporting Ao Yuan under them. He ascended slowly and soon reached a height of thirty meters, grinning down at the halted Weng Ling.
"He's... flying!"
People exclaimed, followed by a burst of enthusiastic cheers.
In this match,
Victory was certain!
Facing a wind elementalist who had already taken flight against a melee opponent, how could it not be a one-sided battle?!
"Master Ao, go for it! Beat these paupers back!"
"Strike! Strike ruthlessly! Master Ao, show no mercy, strike!"
"Finally, we're going to live a good life. Go, Master Ao!"
Seeing the sudden excitement in the audience, Night San Geng's face turned grim as he stood up.
Among the cheering crowd were even people who had recently moved away from the Lorand Territory. In fact, many in the audience had been drained from Lorand Territory.
What did Weng Ling do to them that they're reveling in her misfortune?
"Are these people annoying you? Need me to do something?" Bei De suddenly approached.
"Don't do anything foolish."
Night San Geng shook his head, continuing to observe the arena.
He had a rough idea of what these people were thinking; it boiled down to the word "interests."
Lorand Territory was the final battle. If they lost to the Tian Shi Territory, these spectators' territories would receive a substantial financial reward. This was the reason for their schadenfreude.
Even though the money went into the lord's pocket, he would undoubtedly let some trickle down, perhaps improving roads, exempting taxes for a while, and the like.
Moreover, with the development of the Tian Shi Territory, their lives would naturally improve.
As for what would happen to Weng Ling and Lorand Territory after their failure, it had nothing to do with them!
This, is human nature...
"At least, not now. There will be a chance."
Night San Geng muttered to himself suddenly finding his group of 007 goblin skeletons, who silently worked hard and were now rather adorable.
However, no matter how adorable the goblins were, they couldn't resolve Weng Ling's crisis at this moment.
Thirty meters – she couldn't reach Ao Yuan, the wind elementalist, no matter how fiercely she attacked.
"Lady Weng, I'll give you face, surrender."
Ao Yuan spread his arms, enjoying the flowing wind beneath him. That feeling of looking down could truly become addictive.
"Surrender?"
Weng Ling glanced at the cheering stands and silently shook her head.
"Come on! The battle isn't over yet!"
"Hehe, obstinate!"
Ao Yuan's eyes turned cold, and his hands began swiftly sketching in midair. The complex trajectory drawn by the purple staff formed a large-scale advanced magic spell!
"Not good, he's going to use a killer move!" Sha Wen Cheng worriedly covered his neck.
"Or? Should Lady Weng forfeit? Continuing to persist when she can't even reach the opponent is meaningless!"
Bei De looked at Night San Geng, but he simply shook his head.
"She's not a child; she doesn't need us to make decisions for her."
Seeing Night San Geng's firm attitude, Bei De shrugged and sat back down.
"Alright, but I want to make it clear beforehand that I won't be stitching up any corpses."
With these words, Bei De also believed that Weng Ling's current actions were tantamount to seeking death.
Even if Night San Geng could revive the deceased Weng Ling, what would be the result? At best, he could only obtain a fragmented, scattered, and mindless walking corpse.
Night San Geng shook his head without explaining.
Meanwhile, in the arena, Weng Ling seemed to sense the danger, but her eyes lit up at this moment. The corner of her mouth curled:
"Finally, waited for you..."