Chapter 522: Chapter D193: Victory

The brother stood silently in the center of the training ground, his emerald green eyes glistening with enchantment from the Magic Power, unblinking.

He focused intently, analyzing every move of the Hero.

How will you attack? Start with enhancing magic? Rely on the instincts of Transformation to cast Attack Magic? Or charge directly into close combat?

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle.

In the brother’s mind, combat was never purely a contest of Strength, but a struggle of intelligence and strategy.

By analyzing the enemy’s intelligence beforehand and predicting their movement, if his observations and calculations succeed, he could leverage on-the-spot tactics or overarching strategy to gain absolute advantage, playing the opponent cleverly.

With this precise foresight and master-level arcane expertise, he could engage in close combat with powerful Magic Creatures, defeat opponents unhurt; he could also remain unfazed amidst the surging Arcane Surge, lightly raise his Magic Wand and annihilate the enemy.

But today, the girl before him broke all his forecasts.

Her words and deeds were unexpected and filled with surprising changes.

His earlier strategic arrangements became meaningless, now he attempted to turn the tides tactically through meticulous observation.

The next moment, he saw his sister slowly open her eyes.

Neither emerald green, nor blue, nor crimson, but—

Pure gold.

Her golden eyes resembled the sun in the sky, gently reflecting their shadows, captivating as if in a dream.

Then, the girl softly raised her pale arm, gently as a breeze caressing by, making the light of the world stand still.

It was neither an Attack, nor a chanting.

“Dance—?” Recognizing the opening move, the brother’s pupils contracted.

In the next instant, it’s like staring directly at the sun, tears welled up in the young man’s eyes, involuntarily closing them in pain.

[Brother activates skill: Ice Heart (Above 206, Brother First Attack)]

2d311+93=(277)+(27)+93=397

The Hero lightly raised her pure hand, her fingers blooming open like flowers, yet gathering like shy grass, the dancing fingertips tracing golden swirling marks in the air, scattering burning stardust.

The sun above transformed into her spotlight, the flickering atmosphere as if unveiling the stage curtain.

Boots burned into Ash in the fiery light, her bare feet gently leapt, the tip of her foot glided over the polished stone slabs of the training ground, drawing a bright arc of flame.

Instantly, the flames spread as if igniting the entire stage.

She smiled lightly, extending an invitation.

“Brother, please enjoy—”

“—I am not a mere audience below the stage, do not underestimate me.”

Hardly had her words faded when a Raging Wind blew through, scattering the dancer’s invitation.

Freed from the Charm influence above Legendary, the brother reopened his eyes, a faint hint of blood in the whites, pupils icy amidst molten lava, gaze sharp.

In an instant, his silhouette vanished from his original spot.

“In a premeditated battle, a Mage needs to move slowly.”

A flash of his father’s teachings in the brother’s mind—the key to absolute victory lies in prolonged meticulous preparation.

“But in an unexpected encounter, a Mage must be fast, even a second’s delay can change the outcome.”

Even if it’s only a second quicker, after completing the first Magic Technique, a Mage could begin to plan for victory; even just a second slower might lead to their downfall.

The brother abandoned any analysis of the Hero’s abilities, casting aside any predictions of the future, now with only one thought in mind:

‘Another second’s hesitation and doubt will lead to defeat!’

[Brother activates skill: High Wind Chanting (Every 70 points = one stacking opportunity)]

2d143+30=(4)+(142)+30=176

The sword wand sliced a curve through the air, the Wind Magic Power surging, harmonizing with the elements in the atmosphere.

At this moment, the young man seemed less like a Mystic Master pursuing knowledge, more like the most decisive Swordsman, unhesitatingly unleashing a fierce slash upon the smiling dancer!

Before the sharp sword light could arrive, the sword wind already cut through the flames below, but faced with the sword edge Inches Away, the Hero’s smile remained unchanged, merely bowing in a gesture of gratitude to the audience,

Then, she danced elegantly.

[Hero activates skill: Dancing Flame Prayer Light]

D184+d263+120=d184(142)+d263(197)+120=459

[Brother activates skill: Thousand Forms Array (50+, 120+)]

2d156=(15)+(103)=118

The girl’s smile was as bright as the morning sun, her dancing graceful as celestial beings descending, invoking all the audience’s longing and imagination for beauty.

Even with the sword swung, the brother’s expression blurred for a moment, though it quickly chilled once again.

“Once and again, and again! Truly infuriating!”

However, the brother’s anger did not make the Hero flinch, she merely raised the corners of her mouth slightly, winking mischievously.

“But this time, it’s my first to be faster than brother.”

After a blink, the Hero’s bare foot lightly stood in place, her body leaning back, her waist bending into an admirable arc like a flower blooming in Fiery Flame.

Her dance aroused the Magic Element across the heavens and earth, eagerly responding to the Hero’s call, rushing to her side, encircling around her.

[Hero activates skill: Immobility, Grudge]

[Hero’s dance succeeded, Holy Stage—Fortress, successfully constructed]

[This round, Hero’s Shield Value (Grudge shield D Intelligence +50, Constitution Armor +39, Equipment Wind Moon Night +40, vow +66, Immobility*2, Praying Light Dancer status, Wind Moon Night’s Extra Skill cannot be activated)]