Following her gaze toward the sky, Riveria suddenly realized.
The Divine Mirror could automatically track distances, projecting both sides as clearly as possible onto the screen, but consequently, it became impossible to grasp the full picture of the battle.
Just like now.
Including the Evil Dragon, everyone had been fooled by Eiji's seemingly foolish actions.
The three light swords he had first created were now traversing the sky, continuously leaving countless flash-like trajectories, drawing one circle after another in the air.
"But what's the use of this?"
Riveria still didn't understand.
"..."
Ais remained silent.
She could guess a little.
"That's probably... a cage of vacuum."
She murmured quietly.
Her words were completely incomprehensible to Riveria and the others.
At a certain moment, under the tearful gazes of those below, Eiji took the initiative to retreat, distancing himself from the Evil Dragon that was swinging its massive body back and forth.
The Evil Dragon shook its head in irritation.
There had been many opportunities just now, but he had dodged them time and again.
This feeling was like presenting a peerless beauty to a lecher, who had been teasing and posturing for a long time, only to suddenly reveal something even bigger than the lecher himself, leaving one seething with resentment.
Eiji retreated hundreds of meters in one go, and the three light swords around him quickly returned to his side.
Holding his slightly throbbing head, his face visibly pale, he panted heavily.
Even so, his face was full of smiles.
Without hesitation, the Evil Dragon charged at him.
Dragons were incredibly powerful creatures, representing enhanced species in the Dungeon, each possessing terrifying strength that defied their current floor level, surpassing judgment ranks.
Thus, they usually didn't think much, only using brute force to tear their enemies apart like savages.
Rip—!
Suddenly.
In the empty air, the Evil Dragon's wings abruptly shattered.
The cracks were incredibly smooth, breaking into hundreds of pieces.
Not just the wings—its claws, massive mouth, body... all rapidly split apart, turning into countless chunks of flesh.
"Gah?"
The Fallen Spirit let out a bewildered, comical cry.
Her upper body was also divided into over a dozen pieces, the lightning armor utterly failing to protect her.
Through the gaps in her flesh, even several Magic Stones could be seen!
"—!"
The golden light sword silently struck.
Crack!
Crack!
One after another, the colorful Magic Stones shattered.
"Waaaaah—!!!"
She let out an extremely shrill wail.
Under the intense threat of death, she mustered all her remaining strength to gather her body, instantly pulling together all the surrounding flesh chunks that hadn't yet fallen, reforming into the Evil Dragon's shape.
The resurrected Evil Dragon cast a fearful glance behind it.
Then, its fear quickly turned into full-blown rage, glaring at Eiji with eyes full of hatred.
"Couldn't shatter all of it?"
Eiji retrieved the golden light sword, sighing regretfully.
He had spent most of his spirit, nearly exhausting his magic power, using himself as bait to deceive the Evil Dragon, only to lay an inescapable net around her.
While he distracted the Evil Dragon, the three golden light swords had been darting around incessantly.
Upon closer inspection, dense silver threads could be seen surrounding the evil dragon.
Those were the countless vacuum fractures he had laid during this time!
Originally, he had intended to shatter all the magic stones inside her when the dragon was dismembered into thousands of pieces. However, the number of magic stones turned out to be unexpectedly large, and he couldn't destroy them all in that split second.
"Should be six in total. I smashed four, so two must remain!" Eiji calculated silently in his mind.
All the magic stones were located in the female upper body, and he had already discerned the total number in that instant.
"A-Amazing..."
On the ground, the black and white elves gaped in unison.
They had no idea how he'd done it.
Though they didn't understand, that didn't stop them from cheering in awe!
Thinking about it, he truly was Orario's undisputed strongest swordsman. His combat wisdom was beyond what mere "amateurs" like them could ever hope to critique.
BOOM!!
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
Driven by overwhelming fury, the evil dragon shattered atmospheric resistance in the blink of an eye, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant!
CRASH!
An enormous wing blotted out the sky as it came crashing down.
"What a terrifying attack... but he'll definitely withstand it!"
Learning from prior events, many now held absolute confidence in Eiji.
Yet the next moment.
BAM!!
His body was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through countless buildings with terrifying momentum before skidding across the ground for kilometers before finally coming to a stop.
"..."
"What?!"
The entire Labyrinth City erupted in uproar.
Everything had been going so well—how could he suddenly get sent flying so brutally?
"ROOOOAR—!!"
The evil dragon spewed waves of scorching flames, surging across the land like a tsunami.
"Support!"
"Quick, provide support!"
Finn and the others paled at the sight, immediately directing adventurers to assist.
Riveria and other mages began chanting spells, hurling magic skyward.
Ais, Tiona, Lefiya, and others grew even more frantic, grabbing armfuls of potions as they prepared to rush to the rescue.
"Support what?!"
But amidst the chaos, a voice suddenly spoke beside them.
Ais turned in shock to look.
Eiji stood not far away, his clothes in tatters, his expression weary.
"Weren't you...?"
Finn's eyes widened.
Hadn't he been sent flying over there?
How was he appearing from here?
"I did it on purpose—to escape right under her nose!"
Eiji waved dismissively.
"Hurry up, give me the potions!"
On purpose...?
"Elixir, quick!"
The group descended into confusion as someone urgently shouted.
"Not elixir! Give me mana potions—the best ones you've got!"
Eiji yelled at the top of his lungs.
Wait.
Say that again?
You deliberately took a full-powered wing slap from the evil dragon... and don't even need elixirs?
The group stared at him with bizarre expressions.
Only now did they notice Eiji bore no substantial injuries—just a few bloodstains proving he'd suffered minor scrapes.
Damn, is he really that tough?
Eiji sighed inwardly.
In that instant, he'd set his deformation speed faster than the dragon's, granting him comparable physical resilience. But his mana had nearly depleted, leaving him slightly wounded.
Thanks to Finn, a large number of potions had already gathered here. The group took out dozens of high-level mental recovery potions in succession.
"Eiji, how do you plan to win next?"
Finn took the initiative to approach.
The others also turned their expectant gazes toward him.
"How to win doesn't matter anymore."
While gulping down the potion in large mouthfuls, Eiji revealed a confident smile of assured victory.
"The key point is—we've already won this battle!"