Castor's Titan's Edge blazed… He created the massive sword filled with destructive mana. The courtyard could feel the heat coming from it, and the crowd stepped back after being under the pressure.
This was definitely a powerful Spell from a Magic Swordsman.
Rayven, however, simply raised his hand. His lips curved into a smile… He had seen far too many powerful enemies. He had even survived an Archmage's attack… At this point, he wouldn't be scared of someone who would not be able to eliminate him with a spell or two…
'If you're fighting in close range… Then, I'll just keep my distance.' He muttered.
"Fireball."
[ 1 Gold Coin deducted. ]
A sphere of flame shot forward… It happened so quickly, but it slammed Castor's blazing sword.
Bam!
"Are you serious? You think that pitiful-"
Before he could finish speaking, Rayven had already used another Spell.
"Fireball."
[ 1 Gold Coin deducted. ]
