The Phantom Great Love Poet took notice of the magic card in the opponent's hand.
Its distinctive texture made it seem both illusory and ethereal, with the flowing pattern on the card like a living heartbeat, as if it hovered on the edge of the physical and the intangible realms.
She was beginning to understand why she didn't have any usable magic cards herself.
Even at the eighth-order, her soul space was in an unusual state, unable to bind any magic cards, while the ones held by her opponent were clearly provided by someone else.
"Do you think you can beat me using someone else's magic card?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet was certain that it was a summoning card, and it wasn't of high order.
As long as the opponent dared to summon, the unclaimed summoned beings, she could make them lose control in an instant.
Moreover, even if she was weak in physical strength, she could still slay a low-order summoned creature with her fists.
"..."
