Lina originally wanted to stop that Dragonkin from turning the tide of the battle, but Kamila blocked her path firmly, preventing her from going forward.
“No other way. Looks like I’ll have to deal with her first.” Lina’s gaze turned cold, her magic surging forth with an imposing aura.
Kamila was momentarily stunned, apparently not expecting Lina to be a magic swordswoman as well.
“So you’re finally showing your true skills, Lina?” Kamila raised her eyebrows. “In that case, this fight may not be so dull after all.”
“Dull is hardly the word.” Lina shook her head slightly, lifting her greatsword, the blade flashing coldly under the sunlight. “I’ll make sure you lose completely.”
“Oh?” Kamila chuckled, her tone full of disdain. “I’m not so sure about that.”
Before her words had even faded, her hands had transformed into sharp dragon claws, whistling through the air as they struck toward Lina.
Lina met the attack directly, reciting an incantation rapidly as she swung her sword.
Sword energy imbued with magic and Douqi shot forth, colliding precisely with the dragon claws.
With a loud bang, smoke and dust billowed as Kamila slowly walked out, her face showing undeniable heaviness—she was clearly not unscathed.
“Looks like you’re not doing too well.” Lina’s tone carried a hint of mockery.
“You’re overthinking it.” Kamila snorted coldly, and with a flash, the two became entangled in combat again, sparks flying from their intense exchange.
On the other side, Anya was relentlessly casting the Ice Spike Spell. The constant spellcasting was draining her, and she was already struggling to catch her breath.
The Holy Knights had already changed formation for defense, which lessened her pressure somewhat, but the number of Dragonkin was simply overwhelming.
Even worse, every Dragonkin’s gaze was locked onto her, a suffocating hatred that felt as if it could turn to fire and swallow her whole.
At the same time, the System Panel showed her Fame Points steadily increasing, another hundred added in the blink of an eye.
“Looks like gaining Fame Points from the same group gets less and less effective.” Anya glanced at the panel, muttering to herself.
“This round isn’t a loss!” Iris said excitedly, “This battle was worth it—for so many Fame Points, you can… no, I mean, Anya, you can unlock the next Divine Gift even faster.”
Iris almost let slip her true thoughts, but managed to change her words at the last second.
Anya glanced at the System Panel, seeing the Fame Points progress bar had only moved a fifth of the way.
To unlock the next Divine Gift, it seemed she’d need to save up three thousand Fame Points.
She closed the panel, refocusing her mind on controlling her magic.
“There really isn’t much pressure.” Murray cut down a nearby Dragonkin with a single stroke, exhaling.
At this rate, as long as Lina dealt with the Dragonkin leader, this side’s battle should be over soon.
He subconsciously glanced toward Lina, seeing she was still locked in combat with Kamila, but suddenly frowned.
It seemed someone was missing?
“I remember the Holy Knight Commander was up against two Dragonkin before, right? Why is there only one now?” Murray muttered in confusion.
“Murray, look out to your side!”
Catching movement in the corner of her eye, Anya saw a Dragonkin suddenly break through the formation. She instantly fired an Ice Spike Spell at it.
But that Dragonkin shattered her ice spike with a single punch, then sent several Holy Knights flying one after another, charging straight at Murray.
Hearing the warning, Murray reacted instantly, raising his sword to block, but the brute force of the blow left his arm numb.
The Dragonkin ignored his defense completely, following up with another punch that sent Murray flying dozens of meters away.
“This is bad! Miss Anya, look out!” Murray’s heart tightened.
His retreat gave the Dragonkin the opening it needed, leaving Anya fully exposed to its gaze.
All of this happened in a flash—everyone’s attention was suddenly focused on Anya.
The Dragonkin were ecstatic. If they could take Anya down, they’d never be so passive again.
The Holy Knights’ faces changed drastically. Some immediately rushed forward to shield Anya.
“Their formation is broken—attack!” The Dragonkin sneered, waving to its companions and blasting all the Holy Knights out of its way with a single punch.
The Dragonkin roared in unison, surging toward the disordered Holy Knights like a tide, catching them completely off guard.
Anya bit her lip, still using the Ice Spike Spell to protect the Holy Knights. Otherwise, under the Dragonkin’s fists, there would have been nothing left of them.
“Still daring to split your focus for spells, human?” The Dragonkin finished off the Holy Knights before it, and in the next instant appeared before Anya, swinging its fist with a menacing grin. “Die!”
“Die!” The Dragonkin roared, smashing its fist down with a savage grin.
“Not on my watch!” Despite the agonizing pain in his organs, Murray forced himself back, stumbling in front of Anya.
Anya opened the System Panel, quickly scanning the opponent’s information.
[Tarik: Dragonkin, Fourth Tier.]
No wonder Murray couldn’t withstand him. Although both were Fourth Tier, the Dragonkin were simply stronger than most races at the same level.
“Foolish human, coming to die?” Tarik’s eyes were full of disdain, not seeing Murray as a threat at all. “I’ll kill you first!”
Murray dropped his earlier relaxed attitude, focusing all his attention as he raised his sword and attacked first.
Though the Dragonkin excelled in strength, they were definitely lacking in speed and agility, so seizing the initiative was the right choice.
“A mayfly shaking a tree.” Tarik snorted dismissively, casually blocking with a punch.
The longsword struck his dragon scales, producing a series of metallic clangs, as if chopping at solid rock.
Murray’s mouth twitched. These dragon scales were too hard.
Taking a deep breath, purple Douqi surged from within, enveloping his sword, his attacks growing even fiercer, sword energy radiating outward.
Tarik finally looked serious, no longer being careless, and began to defend with full effort.
Murray’s speed increased, his sword landing on Tarik again and again, finally leaving dozens of shallow wounds.
But such wounds were nothing to Tarik.
Iris kept her eyes fixed on Tarik, quietly moving next to Anya. “Little Anya, aim for the inside of that Dragonkin’s left thigh and hit him with the Ice Spike Spell.”
Though puzzled, Anya complied, forming an ice spike as she asked, “Why that spot?”
“The scales on the inside of his left thigh are fragile. If you use the Ice Spike Spell there, you might actually hurt him,” Iris explained.
Anya didn’t ask further, condensing a sharp ice spike and flinging it at Tarik’s inner left thigh.
“Argh—” Tarik howled in pain, his eyes instantly turning blood-red as he stared at Anya. “I’ll tear you apart!”
The ice spike sank deep into his thigh, hot blood spurting out and melting a patch of the snowy ground beneath him.
This scene stunned everyone—one after another, their eyes turned to the blue-haired girl in the field, filled with astonishment.
[Fame Points +100]