"W-Wait, I wasn't ready! Again!"
"Huh? Are you stupid?" Hal sneered in disdain, finding great vindication at the desperate and disoriented look on Clive's face.
The idiot knew he had lost fair and square. He couldn't even come up with a decent excuse.
"I took out your barrier with a [Weak Mana Blast], plain and simple. Also, how can you not be ready when you're the one who made the move first? Or maybe you mean you're not ready for the fact that you're not as fast as you thought you were?"
Clive gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in utter fury.
"You bastard! There's no way what you used was a weak mana blast!! I know…you…you used a high-grade spell talisman, didn't you?! Despicable!! And you call yourself a Ma–"
Before the ashen-gray-haired young man could finish his words, however, the voice of a woman in her mid-thirties echoed sharply:
"Enough!" roared Raiz, who was struggling to control her emotions, her chest heaving up and down in agitation and anger.
