Quarrel
Mr. Salma stopped with bewilderment.
Riya looked at Mr. Salma in front of her with contemptuous expression and lightly raised her hand. The next moment, a wind blade came and pierced through Mr. Salma's chest.
Thud!
Everything happened in a split moment.
From the defensive magic to offensive magic, the two magics were done one after another within the split second as if there was no need for them to prepare. This kind of speed… not many people would be able to do it.
Samuel looked at Riya with narrowed eyes.
That spell casting speed was even faster than him, who was basically combining his magic with his sword. Technically, his magic should have been easier to use but Samuel could see that Riya was faster than him.
So much faster that if he was not careful, he might die.
"I assume you have finished talking?" Riya asked, her tone was colder than before.
Mr. Salma's little trick, how could these two people fail to see it.