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"It's a pity, it's already too late."
"This world has absorbed your power, and as the battle rages on, you will become weaker, and I will grow stronger!"
Feeling the power emanating from her opponent that originated from the same source as her own, Amanda remained unflustered.
"What do you think power is?"
"A mere accumulation?"
She scoffed, and her whip lashed towards the other's neck.
Crack!
A large tree suddenly appeared between them, its thick trunk blocking Amanda's view. Her heart sank, and she instinctively dodged to the side.
Crack!
The ground opened up, and Louis had somehow circled around the tree, eerily appearing beside Amanda.
"But as for skill, I'm certainly no match for you," he said, composed.
"But this is my painting, and the brush is in my hand!"
No sooner had he spoken than Amanda saw several robust trunks suddenly sprout around her. These things seemed to appear out of nowhere, instantly blocking her avenues of escape.
