"How the fuck does he know that spell?!"
The Fake Hero recognized that type of magic and it made his blood turn cold. Just when his mind began calculating possible paths of retreat, he noticed the strange expression of the battle priestess in the distance.
"Hmm?"
Despite the fact that her Water Spirit companion was on the brink of death, she still had a fearless smile on her face.
Sensing the enormous mass of life energy that covered the entire area, her lips parted and she uttered one word.
"Five."
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'I'm receiving the beating of my life.'
If it wasn't for the fact that Craitid was fearful of his essence of destruction and his other unique skills, Mesarthim, Harbinger of Ice and Vortex, Evan doubted he would even have the ability to think such things at this juncture.
The Demonic Wyvern found Mesarthim's prismatic flames that dealt damage based on the target's maximum health values to be a much greater threat than he had initially expected, and he nearly lost one of his legs to find that out.
When coupled with the essence of destruction that dealt True damage to his soul, it was a force to be reckoned with.
Evan also had a ridiculous amount of life force, owing to his System benefits and the Skill he took from the Frost Boar king, Tenacity.
A reminder of its effect: the skill basically made Evan harder to kill than a cockroach.
'If I was a grandmaster-level existence, then I fear I would have already lost to this kid.'
Such were Craitid's thoughts as he and Evan both gazed at each other.
However, there was a stark difference in their appearances.
Craitid had a few cracks and burns on his scales, and his claws looked like they had seen better days due to Mesarthim + Essence of Destruction.
But for Evan, the boy's body was battered and bruised. His clothes which were made of the threads of a level 350 Arachne Queen were tattered all over.
Blood stained his torn clothes, a testament to the fierce beating he was receiving.
The transformed Kayla was not much different, and she was finding it hard to maintain her transformation in this state.
Even so, despite these injuries, despite being faced with this overwhelming power, his mystic eyes still glowed brightly and a snarky smile played upon his lips.
His grey eyes had a defiant glint in them, as if taunting Craitid with the knowledge that he endured the latter's onslaught and still stood tall.
Nevertheless, he was actually panicking quite a bit on the inside, as he knew Craitid might have killed him earlier, but the latter was fearful of incurring great amounts of Soul Damage.
Adaptive Evolution sent out warnings but Evan didn't dare look at them, he was fearful to see how much stored experience he had burned through just to survive against Craitid.
Evan hit Level 299 in October last year, and since then more than three months had passed.
In those three months, the boy killed thousands of monsters, entered the tower of trials and fought hundreds of Level 300+ creatures with his party.
Even though he shared experience with Pride and his contracted spirits, he had 400% levelling efficiency so one could only imagine just how much experience he had stored up.
And just to last a bit more than 5 minutes against Craitid, he had burned through half of that.
Indeed!
It had not even been ten minutes since the beatdown started.
Although it may seem longer, one should remember that Evan and Craitid were both moving and combatting at speeds transonic and above.
Evan knew the five-minute mark had passed but he could not be bothered about checking the exact amount of time that had passed.
The boy took a deep breath and roused his energy, consuming more stored experience as a magic circle appeared in the sky.
Craitid's eyes widened in shock upon seeing this.
[IMPOSSIBLE!!]
He exclaimed in disbelief, as of all the things he expected Evan to pull out, this was the least of his expectations.
The sky was covered by dark clouds, enough to trap the sunlight and prevent it from reaching the ground.
It was so dark that it almost seemed as if night had fallen, despite it still being daytime.
The adventurers and soldiers watching in the distance all felt icy shivers crawling down their spines, regardless of level.
Then there was Evan, radiating an enormous amount of magic power, while having a small miniature magic circle in his palm.
A huge replica of this magic circle appeared in the sky, about 10 meters across, radiating outward with the point above Evan's head as the centre.
The spell circle let off a multi-coloured glow that consisted of white, blue, gold, red and a few other colours, as patterns like translucent letters or symbols appeared across it.
Tendrils of multi-coloured lightning snaked around Evan's arm, with larger flashes of lightning appearing amidst the dark clouds, each accompanied by the sound of rumbling thunder.
[YOU FUCKING IRREGULAR!!!]
Craitid didn't dare hold anything back, conjuring multiple tier 4 magic circles of flames and earth, all while charging a breath simultaneously.
He didn't know exactly which spell it was Evan was using, but he knew all spells of this nature were dangerous.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect this to be Evan's trump card.
As for Evan, the boy was gritting his teeth to endure the pain that wrecked his body and soul.
His blood vessels burst and blood poured out from the arm holding the magic circle, but he still kept channelling energy into it.
Unbeknownst to him, the restrictive chains of the law of Causality had entered the atmosphere, lurking behind him while waiting for him to reach the limit of what his Irregular title could bear.
The young hero, who had not yet reached the level of an Epic existence, dared to invoke a spell of such magnitude.
The law of Causality, ever vigilant, eagerly sought to seize him for his audacity.
Whether Evan knew this or not, he had a fearless grin on his face as he parted his lips and spoke.
"World Magic: Spe-?!"
His words were cut off as his Hero title's connection to the planet was tugged on by an external force.
Surprise filled his face for a second, and then he burst into laughter in the next moment.
Craitid stared at him dumbfoundedly as the young hero cancelled the magic circle in his palm and dispersed the magic power he had condensed.
Afterwards, the overbearing aura disappeared, along with the dark clouds and the huge magic circle in the skies.
At that same instant, Eliza who was fearlessly smiling at the Fake hero began the countdown.
"Five." (Eliza)
"Four." (Evan)
"Three." (Eliza)
"Two." (Evan)
"One!" (Evan & Eliza)
Craitid didn't know what they were counting down for, but the Wyvern understood that it wasn't anything good.
He cut the chants for his Tier 4 spells short and decided to unleash them immediately, the same instant that Evan and Eliza echoed out the final number.
""Zero!!""
**BOOM!!
The skies parted and an overbearing aura of insurmountable power descended upon the area.
All the intricate fourth-tier magic circles that Craitid had cast fizzled into oblivion, the Fake Hero's charged-up aura was forcefully dispersed and he was brought down to his knees with so much force that his joints shattered!!
The Demonic Wyvern Craitid tried to resist but it was futile as he was pressed down onto the ground right after, crashing down onto the earth with enough force to create a massive crater three times his size on the ground.
His heart sank as he noticed that along with the feeling of being pressed down by a superior power, there was also the feeling of bloodline suppression!
Craitid's dragonkin bloodline was being suppressed, and he only knew one race capable of doing this to him.
It was at that moment, that a familiar voice simultaneously rang out in Evan and Eliza's minds.
[You seem to be in a bit of a bind.
Allow me to offer some help.]
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