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Yulian remembered a saying - when the Tyndall effect occurs, light has shape.
But now, without the Tyndall effect, light also has shape.
Violet-colored, terrifying Magic beams bombarded the Forest!
Accompanied by arrogant words from time to time.
"Fern, right side."
"Fern, watch your back."
"Fern, counterattack appropriately."
"Fern..."
After an unknown amount of time, the roar of explosions finally stopped.
The originally silent Forest was terribly ravaged as if a century-long war had broken out.
Broken branches and trees were everywhere, and the ground, which was originally relatively flat, was now full of pits and holes, giving it the beauty of a thousand ravines.
Fortunately, Yulian intentionally controlled the range.
So only the one-kilometer area where he practiced with Fern looked like this.
"Hoo~"
"Hoo!"
Fern was panting heavily, her face pale, and her hair dishevelled.
It was a good thing this was a practical exercise, otherwise, it probably would have ended the moment the battle began.
"Demon Race, that's how combat is."
Yulian gently lowered his raised hand, walked forward, and helped Fern tidy her messy hair.
"Simple and brutal—"
"They always think of killing enemies in the most direct way."
"Mm."
Fern bit her lip and softly agreed.
The wariness in her eyes dissipated the moment Yulian approached.
She had really thought Yulian was going to kill her earlier...
Terrifying attacks surged like a tide, wave after wave, and the angles became increasingly tricky.
Especially the other Magic mixed in from time to time, which constantly interrupted Fern's defensive rhythm.
Forcing her to run and dodge everywhere.
"That wasn't killing Magic."
Seeing the battle end, Frieren also stood beside the two of them.
Unlike Fern's disheveled state, Frieren was still neatly dressed and composed.
Yulian did not attack Frieren, and the residual Magic posed no threat to Frieren at all.
"That's called Anti-Magic."
Yulian nodded, readily admitting it, and at the same time began to summarize the battle for Fern.
"Magic has always been the power of belief."
"You never know what kind of Magic others believe in."
"There are never absolute powerhouses in this world; every recognized powerhouse is famous because of their strength and caution."
As Yulian spoke, he casually cast a normal attack Magic towards Frieren.
"Boom!"
The Magic brushed past Frieren's clothes and directly destroyed a tree.
"What are you doing?"
Frieren's pretty face was terrifyingly cold.
She had no idea Yulian would pull a stunt like this!
If it had really hit her...
"I..."
Yulian was stunned.
The script wasn't written like this!
It shouldn't be—
[I was talking to Fern, then sneak attack Frieren, and then Frieren easily blocks it, or at worst, Frieren easily dodges it, right!]
[Then I would naturally curl my lips and say, "See, Fern, true powerhouses are always extremely careful!" "Only those who are constantly vigilant can be called undisputed powerhouses!"]
[It should be like this!]
Yulian wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Bang!"
A terrifying Magic beam also brushed past Yulian.
Frieren put away her staff, clapped her hands, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Yulian also didn't dodge.
"So Mr. Yulian and Mistress Frieren aren't considered powerhouses!"
Fern reached this conclusion in despair.
"Is it possible that some freak would guard against their own teammate?"
After giving Yulian a hard kick, Frieren chased Yulian aside and prepared to give Fern a post-battle summary herself.
"Fern—"
Frieren calmly called Fern, and only after seeing Fern recover from her disheveled state did she slowly begin to speak.
"Just now, Yulian's attack methods involved several types of Magic."
"Several... types of Magic."
Fern thought.
"About four types?"
Fern was a bit unsure if the violet-colored beam and the purple light speed counted as two types of Magic.
After all, they were very similar.
"Yes."
"Anti-Magic, normal attack Magic, earth trap Magic, and enhanced defense Magic."
Frieren nodded and listed the Magic Yulian had used one by one.
At the same time, she raised an eyebrow and looked at Yulian.
Yulian nodded slightly.
[Was I wrong?]
[Completely correct.]
"Then Fern, do you think it's better to use more types of Magic or fewer?"
Frieren continued to ask.
"It should be—"
Fern bit her lip, thinking in her heart that more was better.
After all, the combination of Magic could always unleash greater power, even bordering on miracles!
But Fern also thought that if Yulian hadn't gone easy on her during the training like this, the battle would have actually ended right at the beginning...
"You feel that the more Magic, the stronger the combat power, but you also feel that single Magic attacks and defenses are very fast, right?"
Frieren roughly guessed the reason for Fern's hesitation.
"Yes, that's it!"
Fern nodded vigorously.
"Actually, both make sense, but if you can defeat the enemy with a single attack method from the start, there's naturally no need to expose more trump cards and get into a tough battle."
Yulian smiled and explained his intention for fighting Fern in this way.
"And the reason why I made you experience both the terrifying casting speed and destructive power of single Magic at the start of the practical exercise—"
"And at the same time made you engage in a prolonged battle, is for this purpose."
"So that's how it is!"
Fern suddenly understood and felt a little touched.
So Yulian was really seriously teaching her how to fight instead of just unilaterally crushing and bullying her!
"Go away."
Frieren puffed out her cheeks and chased Yulian aside again.
"Prolonged battles also mean a large consumption of mana; it would be dangerous if the battle isn't over when your mana runs out."
"So Fern, do you know why we suppress our mana?"
"To basely mislead the enemy?"
Fern's cheeks were slightly red.
As a Mage, Fern knew very well that suppressing one's mana was extremely insulting to the identity of a Mage!
Even being called a despicable person wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"Thud!"
"Thud!!"
Two consecutive head-knocks landed on Fern's head, one from Yulian and one from Frieren.
Their tones became serious like never before.
"Combat isn't training, and it's certainly not playing house!"
"Even if it's despicable, it's better than losing your life in battle!"
Yulian fiercely pinched Fern's chubby little cheeks, saying through clenched teeth.
"Many powerful Mages among the Demon Race have died because of arrogance and conceit—"
"Fern, do you want to be like them?"
Frieren quietly stared at Fern.
"Yes... I know I was wrong."
Fern covered her face with both hands, deeply afraid that Yulian or Frieren would hit her again.
After that came the use of defensive Magic, the use of normal attack Magic, and the most important thing—the importance of combat intelligence!
When facing unknown Magic, remember to always be vigilant. Using high-density mana to defend oneself can often counter all unknown powerful surprise attack Magic!
While Frieren was lecturing, Yulian took the opportunity to quietly go behind the uncle he had first attacked and put several charred bodies into a suitcase.
The size of the bodies was familiar; Yulian secretly guessed they were likely from that so-called Gang.
But it didn't matter anymore.
[Yulian...]
[Flenna, tell me what's wrong later.]
Yulian skillfully used Magic to pack the bodies into suitcases, then aimed for an open space not far away and sprinted towards it.
Digging the earth, burying the case...
Wait!
Yulian's expression was strange.
He remembered he hadn't buried the case yet!
Looking at the suitcase in the pit, Yulian felt a bit of existential doubt.
[Yulian... this place you chose is one I used...]
Flenna's wronged voice finally sounded, answering Yulian's confusion...
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