"Power of Destiny, reverse the course of history!"
Owena’s deep voice hummed and echoed in the hall. In front of Ben appeared a strange scene: time and space seemed like a series of replayed frames; the ground pierced by the white light column was reassembled piece by piece, with the colorful light formation reversing flow, broken stone slabs, soil layers, and rocks glued back together flawlessly whole.
The Dragon Strike Technique was like a retracted platinum sharp sword, flowing backward from the depths and withdrawing into Char’s astonished palm in the Law Formation. The ordered magic reversed, dismantled into the most primal magic power, completely reversing the entire casting process—this was an unprecedented sight.
Anyone with a basic understanding of spell principles would comprehend the immense power contained in this scene. Amid the crowd, the eyes of two outstanding Wizards, Tania and William, simultaneously revealed astonishment and awe; time, space, and energy were the laws’ most fundamental explanation of the world—this was the power of existence.
"This is impossible to fight against, boss!" Char exclaimed.
"You can’t defeat me!" the Lightning Girl declared proudly. Thousands of arcs of electricity appeared on her body in an instant, expanding outward in all directions; each arc struck everyone in the hall precisely. Naturally, Ben, held hostage by Owena, was the first to bear the brunt, directly sent flying out.
Delphire, Antitina, and all the non-combat female members like Romantic screamed as the expanding arcs formed a brilliant giant net in the hall, one end of the net covering everyone and binding them against one wall of the hall.
Only William’s eyes flashed with a bright light. He raised the Scepter Draka high into the sky with one hand, a transparent hemispherical shield appearing around him. Hundreds of golden arcs skimmed over the magic shield, then shattered into countless sparkling ion fireworks.
Another still standing was Ben. From the moment he stood up, he activated the Fool Talent, the Divine Blood in his body blazing intensely, forming a nearly visible will barrier around him. All the lightning dissipated into nothingness before approaching his body.
"Huh?" Owena, seeing this, revealed a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "This is... Odin’s aura, you really have a lot of peculiarities."
"This sort of magic is utterly ineffective against me!" Ben announced, the Earth Sword already drawn in his hand. He looked up at Owena at the center of the lightning and swung his sword toward her.
"Ridiculous, even he himself is not my match." The Lightning Girl snorted coldly, the thunderous power in the underground hall vanishing into darkness in an instant, leaving only a beam in her hand—the Lightning Spear. Owena seemed to have seen through Ben’s attack route; as the blade resembling a ghost split space in front of her, the spear was already clanging against the broad back of Ben’s Earth Sword.
The lightning seemed tangible in her hands, altering the nature of energy at will. Such strength had long since become a rarity in this age.
"You even know the swordsmanship of the Dragon Clan; want me to teach you a move or two?" Owena seemed completely indifferent to Ben’s Flash Sword attack. She effortlessly deflected Ben’s attack with one hand, took a step back, and easily maintained her distance from him.
Ben actually wanted to say ’sure,’ as getting a knight of the sky blue to casually teach such a skill would indeed be astonishing in the era of his games. But unfortunately, he couldn’t voice his thoughts, as Owena’s spear had already thrust toward him like a Dragon Tooth.
At that moment, he was almost scared out of his wits. The spear shadow in the Lightning Girl’s hand split into four, each sweep like the moon’s shadow—a supreme spear art of the Star Knight: Silent Night. A skill with such an artistic name was certainly the royal inheritance of the Wind Elf, and it was indeed one of the secrets of the Star Inheritance.
But the problem was, where was the prerequisite skill for this move? Where was the charge time? How did it all disappear when it came to this woman! Isn’t this a bug?
The Fourfold Gun Shadow struck Ben’s body instantly. The spear art: Silent Night’s characteristics were like boundless darkness; the more one dodged, the more the pursuit, but once hit, the follow-up vanished into nothingness.
But just four spears were enough for someone of Owena’s power level to say Ben would suffer. Even she believed Ben was doomed to fail, but unexpectedly, the Lightning Spear passed through a phantom layer—