"Die!"
No one knew when a greatsword had appeared in Merlin's hand. Although he had depleted his Magic Power, his physique was comparable to a Third-level Elemental Swordsman at their peak, a little more and he would be comparable to the level of a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman.
With such great physical attributes, he threw the greatsword with all his might. The speed the sword was flung was like a flash of white light across a vacuum, emitting a burst of swooshing sounds.
The cloaked man had the same idea as Merlin. As he turned around suddenly, he held a well-crafted black arbalest in his hand. With a quick release of the trigger, a black bolt shot toward Merlin in an instant.
