Facing Moss's growing size, Magna couldn't help but sweat as he felt Moss's aura.
This guy is definitely not a first-class low-level wizard.
Magna's heart sank, and she cursed the old man for getting her into this situation.
"Then, Mr. Knights, let me show you my strength!" Moss cracked his bones, let out a battle cry, and flew toward Magna.
"Bang bang bang!"
As Moss charged, his body seemed far heavier than it should be for his size.
Magna hastily cast her spell.
"Flame Magic, Explosive Killing Flame Ball!"
With a powerful burst, Magna hurled a huge fireball.
As the fireball shot toward him, Moss stopped instantly, spread his arms wide, and smothered the fireball with his hands.
"Zi!"
There was a sizzling sound, like water poured onto fire. With a puff of black smoke, Magna's fireball was extinguished by Moss.
"This thing is quite hot."
Moss glanced at his scorched palm, unfazed. The next moment, he charged toward Magna again.
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Meanwhile, behind Magna, Lin Hao's battle had also begun.
With a bandit leader like Moss, Joze's strength was certainly not that of a first-class low-level mage.
He was a first-class intermediate wizard.
This would be a tough battle.
But fortunately, they had Asta, the protagonist from the original story. His sword could cut through magic.
This gave Lin Hao and the others a significant advantage.
"Again, Asta!" Yuno shouted.
"Watch me!" Asta yelled, jumping into the air, swinging his long sword, and slashing down at the water orb coming from the dark.
The water orb split open like tofu, immediately falling to the ground.
"Damn it, what's with this kid? He keeps wiping out all my attacks!" Joze muttered, frowning, and then a realization hit him.
"Could it be that his sword nullifies magic?"
A smile spread across his face as he continued, "That's truly impressive!"
"Wood Creation Magic, Entangling!"
"Wind Magic, Tower of Violent Mist!"
Lin Hao and Yuno activated their magic at the same time.
Huge vines burst out of the ground.
Distracted, Joze was immediately ensnared, and Yuno's magic formed a massive tornado that spiraled toward Joze.
Seeing the tornado approach, Joze remained calm.
His magic book flipped open.
"Water Creation Magic, Water Dragon!"
As Joze spoke, a water dragon with a hooked nose and covered in thorns appeared before him. It lunged at the tornado, and in the blink of an eye, the tornado and the water dragon vanished.
"Asta, now!" Yuno shouted.
Asta, sword in hand, descended from the sky and slashed directly at Joze.
"You're still too young." Joze smirked, and suddenly, an arm made of water reached up from behind Asta and grabbed his legs.
Asta was pulled to the ground.
The battle continued for over ten minutes, and the rest of the bandits from the stronghold rushed in.
This made things even worse for Lin Hao and the others.
The odds of winning were now halved.
Lin Hao fought off the bandit members, while Yuno and Asta focused on Joze.
Mimosa, on the other hand, was largely inactive, merely observing.
An hour later, the battlefield had transformed dramatically: vines spread in all directions, and bodies piled up everywhere.
The blood stained the river red, even turning the water itself a dark crimson.
Yuno and Asta had given everything they had and managed to knock Joze to the ground.
But both had paid a heavy price. Asta had lost consciousness, and Yuno, seriously injured, was lying on the ground, barely alive.
If Mimosa hadn't been there, Yuno would have perished.
Meanwhile, Magna's situation was equally grim, as Moss's twisted magic had beaten him senseless, blood dripping from his body.
Lin Hao's magical energy was also drained.
Now, only Mimosa, Lin Hao, and Moss remained on the battlefield.
And Moss appeared completely unscathed.
Lin Hao frowned.
At this moment, he had no choice.
He could only rely on the ability of his frozen fruit.
"Damn Knights, I didn't expect you to be so capable!" Moss sneered as he grabbed Magna's head and tossed him aside.
"Maybe I was wrong earlier! If you have abilities within you and don't use them, you're no better than useless," Lin Hao muttered, his voice low.
White steam began to rise from his body.