From the moment the battle began, Barbara had been preparing a spell, and now it was finally unleashed.
The most immediate effect it bestowed upon him...
was an unprecedented surge of confidence. Barbara's originally guarded eyes instantly steadied, and his lips curled into a victorious smile that only appeared when he saw victory within reach.
"Last words?"
"Mr. Ronald, your understanding of mystical combat is still immature. Allowing a bearer of the original texts to successfully cast their spell is a very bad and serious matter."
As his words fell, Barbara stood there brazenly, without even the intention to move, simply waving his right hand.
"Ugh—"
In an instant, Ronald staggered backward two steps.
The moment Barbara waved his hand, the magic power inside Ronald that was used to enhance his body became chaotic for a moment. Although it wasn't a fatal injury, it still caused some damage.
What spell was the enemy using this time?
