I'll set it up.
Puller laughed happily as he saw the three spread out quickly under Ein's command.
Let's start with you guys. Okay, okay, okay.
Saying that, spread your hands.
"Come on, come on."
No one replied.
Instead, the air bomb magic emerged as Emeria slammed it into the ground in front of Puller's eyes. Above Puller's head, the soil soared.
"Oops."
Puller covered his face with his arms.
Ficke and Ain, turning left and right, simultaneously pushed out their staffs from the side.
Wind Cutting Technique.
The two blades of wind that cut through the soaring soil seemed to capture Puller.
Alright!
Ficke screams.
"I did it!"
No.
Ein shakes his head.
No, no, no, no.
Puller slowly lowered his arm.
He fumbles his face and spits.
"You got dirt in your mouth, didn't you?"
It's like a mouthpiece without tension. That was all I felt.
Intact.
"I'm not cutting anywhere at all."
Ficke stares out at me.
"What happened to the wind-cutting technique?" Is it gone? "
Hmmm...
Ein narrows her eyes with a steep face.
As a testament to the fact that the two magicians were not illusory, Puller's coat was slightly broken.
I thought about this operation.
Puller turned to Ain as he said so.
It's you, loser.
Seeing Ain, who had no answer, Puller laughed as if he had despised him.
"It's boring. It's a strategy that the brightest and brightest are likely to think about."
"One more time."
Regardless of Puller's words, Ain tells Ficke and Emeria.
"Let's go."
"Ohh!"
Ficke, who replied, rushed out. Round the back of the puller at a flying speed.
In anticipation of that, Emelia, standing in front of Puller, unleashed her Qi Bomb at an exquisite timing.
Soaring dirt.
Ain and Ficke fly the wind-cut technique from the side and back at the same time.
Two roaring winds. Unavoidable, special spacing.
But after all, the blade of wind didn't reach Puller's body.
Puller's clothes fluttered like a mere breeze.
"It's crooked."
Ficke screams.
The magic power is at his place.
Yeah.
Ein nodded.
"I saw it too."
As the blade of wind was reaching Puller's body, the magic that was bundling the wind was distorted and diffused.
And the wind, which had lost its cutting power, swayed Prah's robe like a breeze, and departed.
The magic power is distorted.
What does that mean?
Even if I didn't say anything, it was obvious to Ain, the magicians. I even knew Ficke.
"What the hell is this guy?"
Ficke looks at the redheaded boy again.
“You're kidding. You can't do that.”
The magic power that was bundling the wind was so naturally distorted and twisted, it was huge and aggressive.
What covered Puller's body was a vicious magic force of a different quality than the three of them.
On the way here, the operation that the three of them had decided on was bounced back against the thick wall.
Hmm. You knew the opponent wasn't weak.
It was Emeria who threw up to inspire herself.
"I'm not scared right now."
Shouting and throwing out his staff, he ran straight ahead toward Puller.
Wait, Emelia.
Ein screams, but Emelia doesn't stop.
"From the very beginning, I didn't like your strategy."
Emelia said as she rushed to Puller in a straight line.
"You two, cover me."
"Tsk."
The tongued Ain sticks out his staff. At the same time, Ficke's air bomb technique attacked Puller.
The air bomb technique was overturned just before it hit again, but Puller's feet were swallowed up by the mud.
"Oops."
Puller looked at his feet and raised his voice.
"Shit, I can't get out of here."
Seeing that the magic that hit the opponent directly had no effect, Ein switched the magic as soon as possible.
Mud grabbing spell.
The magic that makes the opponent's feet muddy.
Emelia, who had a hardened fist, was approaching.
The natural appearance of a female warrior was further increased by the wind.
Haha
Puller laughs when he sees his face.
"I knew it. You're so brave."
Emeria waved her fist at the happy face. Puller turns his torso against it.
Puller's tip of the nose was dazzled by a fist accompanied by a vicious windbreak.
"Ohh!"
Puller's whispering voice. Emelia doesn't stop.
Keep firing, second shot.
Puller twisted his torso again and dodged the straight fist.
A little bit.
When Emelia threw up and tried to release her next fist.
Aubu!
Along with Ficke's shout, Emelia's body was pulled back hard. Because of this, Emeria's fist cuts through the sky in vain.
Ein!
At the same time that Emelia raised her voice of anger, a huge fire pillar stood where Emelia had stood before.
"Nh...!"
Emelia is exhausted by the amount of heat she has.
Magically pulling Emelia back to her side, Ein looks at Emelia with a grim face and whispers.
"That was close."
Ein didn't miss the horror on Emeria's face.
You've never fought like this before.
Whispering in a low voice.
"Ficke and I have had experience once." That's why we'll buy you some time for now. "
Emeria looked at Ein with a bloody face.
Give me some time?
Yeah.
Ein nodded.
"In the meantime, make peace with your fear."
"Ahhhh"
Puller laughed across the fire pole, as if to burn to the sky. An inexhaustible sinister smile, disguised as innocence.
"Don't do anything superfluous, loser. I wanted to see Emeria turn black in front of me."
With that said, pulling his leg out of the mud, Puller shook his arm gently and extinguished the fire pole.
"A brave woman likes to kill first."
It's a bad hobby.
Ein answers.
"If you like a brave woman, you can take one or two shots of that fist."
"You gotta be kidding me."
Puller's smile oozes malice.
"I've never had a woman beaten me in the face before."
Then Puller suddenly looked back and saw Ficke plotting the next magic.
Ficke, your magic is dull.
"Oh, my God."
"Emelia's struggle was still difficult. You can't have your air mass at all."
Puller said that, turning his back on Ain and Emelia and turning to Ficke.
"Seriously, try to hit me with the one you're good at."
That's what I gesture.
It's boring if you're not serious about playing, right?
"Son of a bitch."
Ein calmly stopped Ficke trying to hold his staff.
"Wait, Ficke, don't get provoked."
But that's it.
Ficke gnashes her teeth and points at Puller.
"This guy, my magic is soaked."
"Compared to this guy, no one's magic is soaked." There's nothing to worry about. "
"What's the matter, it's boring."
Puller peels out his teeth and looks back at Ain.
Loser, let's see what you can do.
That's right.
Ein nodded.
"I'll play with you."
While saying that, he kept Emeria away with a hand gesture.
Oh, that's nice.
Puller turned to Ain, forgetting about Ficke. He didn't seem to think about the disadvantages of being surrounded.
"Come on."
No.
Ein shakes his head.
"Now it's your turn."
As she said this, Ein spread her hands like Puller did.
"Come from you, Red Puller."