Amazing Speed

Freezing magic was extremely fast, and the battle between the two wind blades lasted only a moment. At this moment, it had already reached Drogo. However, strangely, Drogo seemed completely unresponsive, not using magic to defend himself, nor dodging.

"Haha, he's done for..."

"Yes, he's doomed..."

The members of the Watson Magic Guild shouted in shrill or hoarse voices, each with the same excitement. They all thought Drogo was bound to be hit, and then their big shot would finish him off. Thinking of the terrifying demeanor of their big shot and how they had felt what Drogo was about to experience ten or even a hundredfold, these people's excited eyes were about to pop out.

They widened their eyes to see the scene of Drogo being taken out, but soon they were all stunned by what they saw. If it weren't for their veins still connected, their widened eyes would have fallen to the ground.

That one ice arrow, which still appeared to be full of power, the freezing magic, began to inexplicably tremble just before it was about to hit Drogo. Then, with a loud bang, it exploded into a cloud of mist...

The collapse of the ice magic was like water mist. Water mist might be able to harm people, but it was clear that the one Drogo was facing could not.

"Ah..."

At this point, a very light sigh came from Drogo's mouth. But even this slight sound was very clear due to the silence in the room, and even a little bit...loud.

"Why did he sigh?"

"He must be scared. He was just lucky not to be hit by the freezing magic. He must have been scared silly to sigh."

The discussion began, and compared to the previous excited cheers, it sounded like whispers. But would anyone really sigh because of fear? Only idiots would think so, and there were clearly quite a few of them in the Watson Magic Guild.

Except for Drogo himself, no one knew why he sighed. It wasn't fear, but pure helplessness.

Before actually battling the mysterious man in red, Drogo secretly speculated about his opponent's strength. The first thing he could be sure of was that the opponent's overall strength was stronger than Gleson's peak state. But Drogo could not be sure whether this strength came from the mysterious man himself or from the magical props he carried.

Yes, Drogo had noticed during the battle between the mysterious man in red and Gleson that his use of magic was quite peculiar in terms of style and technique. And Drogo happened to have an impression of this style and technique in his mind, which could only be achieved with the help of a magical prop.

Knowing that it was a magical prop, there were corresponding ways to deal with it. But no matter what kind of method was used, certain conditions had to be met. The most crucial and uncertain one for Drogo was the comparison of the opponent's magic power with his own. This was the most critical aspect.

The only way to find out the comparison of magic power was through a head-on collision. Therefore, Drogo closely observed the opponent's state from the beginning and took the initiative before the opponent acted. He judged the true strength of the mysterious man in red through his full-force Wind Blade attack.

It was precisely because he made the right judgment that Drogo sighed after the first clash, seemingly drawing with the mysterious man in red. Because Drogo was certain that the opponent's true strength was comparable to Gleson's, which was already higher than his own. Coupled with the help of that magical prop, this gap would be amplified by almost double.

Even though he could ensure he wouldn't be defeated due to his many methods, what was the point if he couldn't win? This was the reason why Drogo sighed.

The cold breath spread around, and the mysterious man in red did not give Drogo too much time to think. A smooth arm reached out from under his robe, and two white lights shot towards Drogo with a wave of his hand.

The harsh sound of a whistling in the air, like the sound of a blade slicing through the air. But the mysterious figure in red is not a warrior wielding a hidden weapon, nor is he releasing a metallic blade. Instead, he is casting a magic ice blade that had once forced Gleson into a precarious situation.

"Well done!" Drogo praised, but did not use any magic to counterattack. It wasn't because he was too slow to react, but because he knew very well that without the ability to use necromancy, he had no magic that could match the opponent in both speed and power.

With his offensive magic being useless, and his defensive magic not being effective, Drogo's response was to dodge. Like a bullet that had been fired, the ice blade could not be controlled once it was released, so as long as he reacted fast enough, he could evade it. This is also a common method for warriors to deal with mages.

Drogo did just that, his body slightly tilted to the side, and with a strong stomp of his right foot, he leaped into the air. At the same time, the two ice blades that were released came flashing under his feet, leaving behind two clear marks in the air.

There was a commotion among Gleson and the spectators from the Watson Magic Guild. This kind of scene would be understandable if it happened in a battle between a warrior and a mage, but now it was a duel between two mages. Drogo used this method to dodge the red-clothed mysterious person's magic, making them doubt their own eyes.

Especially Gleson, this fat guy may look like a joke, but he is actually quite agile. During his daily training, he always spent one-third of his time exercising his physical fitness. He has always believed that among the mages, his physical fitness is definitely one of the best.

But now, seeing Drogo, this fat old man was dumbfounded. He had just fought against the red-clothed figure and knew very well how terrifyingly fast his ice blades were. Even if it was a mage, it would be difficult to dodge without being a mid-level warrior who specialized in speed.