Evangeline quickly realized her predicament and cast a teleportation spell to put distance between herself and Martha.
But when she reappeared on the other side of the arena, she was shocked to find Martha still right there.
Martha had kept up.
Unbeknownst to Evangeline, Martha had subtly tied a rope around her ankle.
When Evangeline teleported, she inadvertently brought Martha along.
The distance between them hadn't widened.
If anything, it had shrunk.
Evangeline was stunned—she'd been outmaneuvered without evEnnoticing.
Martha's tactics were simply too clever.
But there was no time for stray thoughts. Martha's fist was already swinging.
At that moment, layers of magical barriers unfolded before Evangeline.
Though she managed to erect defenses at the last second, Martha's fists smashed through them with brute force.
A heavy punch connected with Evangeline's face, the impact distorting her features.
She was sent flying like a cannonball.
For a normal person, that blow would've shattered their skull.
But for a True Ancestor vampire, it was barely a scratch.
Instead, it ignited Evangeline's bloodlust, reminding her of past battles and slaughter.
Her eyes gleamed red.
A dense killing intent erupted like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf the arena and the surrounding stands.
Centuries ago, when Evangeline became a True Ancestor, she was relentlessly hunted.
Once her power matured, she turned the tables, hunting her enemies.
Through countless battles, she forged her fearsome reputation as the Dark Evangel.
Her killing intent was honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
It was terrifyingly potent.
Spectators caught in its aura felt their limbs go cold, their breathing labored.
But Martha was unfazed. Evangeline's killing intent was formidable, but Martha had faced something even more terrifying…
Dragon's Might.
Compared to that overwhelming force, Evangeline's aura paled.
Martha clashed with Evangeline again.
This time, Evangeline fought with ruthless abandon, disregarding her own body. She let her heart be pierced, her spine torn.
As a True Ancestor with the highest level of immortality, even being reduced to pulp, she could regenerate in less than a second.
Could Martha do the same?
Of course not.
So Evangeline traded blows for blows. For every punch Martha landed, Evangeline countered with a spell.
After a fierce exchange, Martha was bloodied.
Evangeline, however, was unscathed.
Her True Ancestor immortality was simply too overpowered.
Even Morpheus couldn't help but give a wry smile. At this rate, Martha would almost certainly lose.
Evangeline didn't care about her injuries.
No matter how much blood she shed or damage she took, she healed instantly.
Martha, on the other hand, felt every wound. Even with healing magic, she couldn't match Evangeline's obscene recovery.
"You're a True Ancestor, and you fight like this? Isn't that a bit shameless?" Martha protested.
Evangeline smirked, unfazed. "You said it yourself—I'm a True Ancestor. What's wrong with fighting like this?"
Martha rolled her eyes and snorted. "I surrender."
She'd fought to her heart's content and saw no need to drag out a war of attrition.
It would be too ugly.
More importantly, she couldn't outlast Evangeline.
Better to concede than be drained to her last drop of strength and humiliated.
After Martha's surrender, Raikou prepared to step up, but Medea stopped her.
The reason was simple: like Martha, Raikou was a warrior.
Facing Evangeline, she'd likely be drawn into a war of attrition.
Together, they couldn't outlast Evangeline's immortality.
It would only repeat Martha's defeat.
So Medea decided to take the stage herself.
As a mage, she knew exactly how to handle another mage.
When Evangeline saw Medea step forward, her expression shifted.
She grew unprecedentedly serious.
Only a mage could understand a mage's tricks. Unlike pure warriors, mages wielded unpredictable techniques that could catch even a True Ancestor off guard.
Evangeline had learned this lesson once before and wasn't eager to repeat it.
Medea's appearance made her calmer, more focused.
The moment Medea took the stage, Evangeline launched an immediate assault.
Medea didn't hold back, countering instantly.
Their clash treated the audience to a dazzling magical spectacle.
Countless spells poured from their hands, vibrant and radiant.
The collisions of their magic left the crowd spellbound.
They fought from the ground to the sky, then back to the ground.
The arena's environment transformed dRaamatically.
One moment, it was a frozen tundra; the next, a scorching summer.
Ice and snow gave way to flowing lava.
Morpheus couldn't help but marvel at the brilliance of it all—truly spectacular.
A duel between two master mages was breathtakingly gorgeous.
Round after round of magical bombardment passed, and Evangeline began to falter.
This wasn't surprising. Medea, a disciple of the goddess of magic and backed by Morpheus, had little trouble suppressing a True Ancestor.
That Evangeline had lasted this long was already impressive.
Realizing this, Evangeline tried to close the distance.
She could see Medea was a pure mage, unskilled in close combat. If she could get near, she had ways to turn the tide.
Medea, no fool, saw through this and gave her no chance.
Why would she engage in melee?
That was asking for death.
So she kept Evangeline at bay, suppressing her while maintaining distance.
Evangeline was left utterly frustrated, unable to do anything about it.
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300 Power Stones = 2 BC
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700 Power Stones = 4 BC
1000 Power Stones = 5 BC
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