Chapter 692 - Terrifying Close Combat Strength (2/2)

Were they truly master and apprentice?

Cirilla was at a loss. Even with the “blink” that she relied so heavily on, she would never be able to stop Vilgefortz’s attack. Vilgefortz was far too close to his target!

And why was her sister not doing anything about it? As a sorceress, wasn’t the first rule of things be to create a distance between her and her opponents? Was she actually planning to meet a close combat master like Vilgefortz in his comfort zone? The same combat master who managed to cripple Geralt in two moves?

The smile on Vilgefortz’s face had grown feral. It was as if he had already seen himself pulverize Olivia’s brain. He saw her flesh and blood flying in all directions!

Olivia greeted his smile with a smile of her own. She even licked her lips in excitement. The magical, spellcasting rings on her fingers have all been replaced. It was just like how players cycled through different sets of equipment at a single click. Now, rings that enhanced her strength, agility, and speed sat on her fingers. Indeed, she wanted to beat the continent’s champion in melee combat!

This might be the instinct deep within Jane Doe Su’s bones calling out to her. She had once fought the “Sword God” Li Xiye. It had always been her desire to fight the strong!

As Cirilla stared on in shock, Vilgefortz’s eyes widened in horror. The staff in Olivia’s hands actually morphed into a soul sword. It looked just like one of those lightsabers in “Star Wars”!

Then, Olivia finally sprung to action. She looked nothing like the fighters of this continent. Her art was a combination of eastern martial arts and magic!

Vilgefortz was the aggressor, but Olivia drew first blood. She had been far too cunning. Wounded, Vilgefortz attempted to back away and recollect his thoughts!

He was more confused than ever. How could a sorceress be this skilled in close combat? She was not even a source sorceress. What exactly was going on?

Vilgefortz did not even have the time to analyze the situation. He could hang on and defend himself. His fear only grew as he realized that she was completely at home in a sword fight. Was this even a sorceress?

How much more did she have hidden up her sleeves?

Vilgefortz had been played a fool. Deep, hot anger that he had long lost in his youth rose up in his heart!

Even so, anger could only do so much. Olivia was just as skilled as he was, if not better…