The ring created by the dwarf would directly detonate the spirit within its range after losing its target or being violently destroyed, and now it has served its purpose well.
Thank you, Lóni.
Gasping for breath to quickly recover his strength, Su'er endured the throbbing pain in his head and even sent his thanks to Lóni, who didn't know what he was doing at the moment.
He couldn't give this Flügel time to think, and he couldn't be too far away from her.
Almost the moment the smoke from the explosion dissipated, Su'er gritted his teeth and pounced on the Flügel little girl, and his action was just what Jibril wanted.
She was confused - why did this alien creature dodge in advance as if he had foreseen the future? He just happened to avoid the explosion that was enough to blow him to pieces?
Is he such a cautious, and even cowardly, guy?
No, Jibril denied this. She even saw a glimmer of excitement in this alien creature's eyes. That was not a treasure that a cowardly person would possess.
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that she can't summon her weapon, it doesn't matter that the elves are being lost... None of it matters.
Jibril was even enjoying this feeling, this feeling of adversity, this feeling of challenge. This pleasure made her throw away her thoughts and doubts and go up with a grin.
She was going to tear this lowly bastard into pieces.
True pieces.
Dancing on the edge of death, it was a dance that would break him into pieces with one wrong step. In the Flügel eyes, Su'er could not see any leniency or playing, only a chilling and murderous intent... But Su'er perfectly walked on this tightrope, spinning and jumping.
Dodge, and then counterattack.
All contact could be summarized into these two points. He didn't even dare to try to defend. With this Flügel strength and the blessing of the elves, Su'er suspected that if he just blocked, his bones would be broken... or cracked.
Bang!
After an agile dodge, he threw a hook punch at the side of Jibril's face. He also deliberately smeared his blood on her eyes and mouth. Before the Flügel could retaliate in anger, Su'er dodged a step in advance - not good!
Perhaps this move had been used too many times before. Jibril was obviously prepared this time. The pink-haired Flügel face was a mess from the blood Su'er had smeared on it. He could only see the corners of her mouth with a sneer.
Su'er suddenly changed his body shape and wanted to retreat quickly, but Jibril's counterattack came in the blink of an eye.
Flapping her wings, she abruptly charged forward. Jibril learned the move she had just seen and threw an uppercut hard under Su'er's ribs. The severe pain in his internal organs made Su'er's eyes pop out - no, it's not good. I have to get out of her control right away!
Shouting in his heart with all his might, Su'er wanted to break free from Jibril's restraint, but the strength of this Flügel with a little girl's body was surprisingly great. It was already a bit too late.
Grabbing Su'er's shoulders with force, Jibril's feet, which were floating in mid-air, stepped hard on a plane made of elves that appeared out of thin air. With this force, her knee hit Su'er's abdomen hard, and then without a pause, she spun her body and threw a whip kick directly at Su'er's shoulder, kicking him directly away.
"...Phew, phew, giving it back to you", Jibril sneered and gasped. She was holding her hand as if she was savoring that feeling just now.
This was the move Su'er had just done to her, and now she returned it in the same way.
He didn't speak. Now, every extra word he said, every extra breath he took, was too much of a physical drain for Su'er. He just swayed his body and endured the pain in his internal organs and arms as he stood up again.
Riku had also taught him fighting skills, but they were more about how to deal with beast attacks and hunting. But thankfully, the current Su'er had a well-trained and strong body... Perhaps he should also thank the games he had played in his previous life. He probably still knew some moves.
But... it really hurt.
His internal organs felt as if they were being pricked with needles. He felt weak just by trying to muster up some strength, but it was okay...
His body moved again. Su'er stared at the Flügel who was pouncing on him. She was too fast, so fast that his eyes could barely catch her. Before his head could be shattered, Su'er threw himself forward to the ground, then quickly flipped over and grabbed the little leg that was standing above his head - he pulled it back fiercely!
The pink-haired Flügel was pulled down, but what greeted her was Su'er's fist that he swung back!
Bang!!!
They were fighting and grappling like two wild beasts, or rather, a beast ravaging another beast. Even as a naive beast, she was enjoying this feeling that she had encountered for the first time, while Su'er was waiting.
Strange.
Very strange.
Instead, the more she was immersed in this novel feeling, the more Jibril felt strange - why hadn't this beast, this alien creature, fallen yet?
She could clearly hear his heartbeat, his muscles, his body were groaning unbearably. Logically, he should have been unable to get up long ago, but why?
Why could he still stand up?
No, even before these questions, what confused Jibril even more was the anomaly of this beast - why could he see and even keep up with her movements?
Even though she was not using spirit to conserve them, just from the body strength alone, the Flügel body, even if it couldn't compare to the beast's body that could break through physical limits, it was definitely on the physical limit.
How could such an alien creature with no special abilities and no power be able to see her attacks? And how could he keep up with her movements and counterattack?!
She kicked that beast away again, not choosing to pursue. Jibril straightened her body and thought. Following her intuition, she looked at the weed that was leaning against the tree.
Without even wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, that weed was watching her side expressionlessly. The six-sided hexagon in her pupils was emitting an emerald green light.
And on Jibril's other side, Su'er, who had been kicked away by her, was slowly getting up with a swaying body, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and once again raised his right fist.
Yes, Su'er couldn't see the pink-haired Flügel movements. This kind of thing was beyond the scope of his senses. Even if he could barely see it, his neural reaction speed couldn't keep up with Jibril's movements.
But what did it matter?
If he couldn't see, wasn't there Think?
He entrusted everything to her, including the hope of living.
---At least at this moment, they were one.
Now, We are one.