"Trouble."
In front of the half-destroyed watchtower, the two people facing each other with icy stares simultaneously had this thought.
The recent wave of attack and defense had made both of them realize the other's thorniness, the other's strength.
"That last strike was clearly a type of sword technique with extraordinary power and speed; this person is not only a magician highly skilled in battle techniques but also a formidable swordsman."
The mysterious priest watched Reiger coldly, feeling particularly grave in his heart.
"Moreover, this person has used that instant teleportation magic more than once—the spatial magic. Is he an adept of spatial displacement? What a hassle!"
The mysterious priest, thinking this, did not realize that Reiger viewed him as an equally troublesome opponent.
"A magic mirror that can reflect magic attacks."
"A vestment robe that can defend against physical attacks."
"So, neither sword techniques nor magic have much effect on this guy, right?"
