As Felix pondered in confusion, the battle in the ring intensified. The burly man wielding the two-handed sword let out a roar, executing a signature leap slash of heavy swordsmen, signaling an escalated attack.
Concurrently, a rich elemental surge flowed from his hands to his sword, wrapping the blade in raging flames and slashing towards the veiled woman with overwhelming force.
A chorus of gasps and shouts erupted from the crowd, even Marina, the golden-haired beauty beside Felix, couldn’t help but cover her mouth in concern for the veiled woman, known as Silver Fox.
Felix, however, was not worried. To anyone with a bit of professional knowledge, it was clear that the man's attack, while impressive, lacked genuine killing intent, and its speed was far from his limit. Such an attack would be easily dodged by the agile veiled woman, or any slightly skilled warrior.
"This must be what they call 'battle power'," Felix mused, observing the flames on the giant sword. His eyes narrowed in thought, finding the concept of this elemental manipulation, known as 'battle power', intriguing.
To wield battle power was to be classified as a Level 5 warrior in the Delrano world, the threshold of a mid-level professional. The mercenary group's strength was indeed commendable.
Just as Felix was marveling at the sight of battle power, something even more intriguing occurred. The veiled woman, instead of dodging the fearsome strike, glanced at Felix, then focused back on her opponent. Her power seemed to extend beyond mere proficiency.
She crossed her arms and chanted a deep, resonant syllable. Instantly, her figure blurred, and the man's attack hit her squarely.
A collective gasp followed by a cheer rose from the crowd. The spectators, thinking the veiled woman had met her demise, were astonished to see her body split in two without a drop of blood, dissolving into silver luminescence.
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Alert, the man immediately swung his sword behind him, but stopped as a cold, shimmering dagger pressed against his throat, already drawing blood.
The crowd erupted in cheers, with the merchants generously rewarding the performance with gold coins. They knew the mercenaries were acting, but the realism and excitement were worth the expense. Dangerous trades meant higher profits, and a safe return of their goods to the human world could yield immense returns.
Such rewards were trivial for these merchants and also bought goodwill.
After the fight, the Northern mercenary with the two-handed sword nodded at the veiled woman and walked to his horse.
The Norman woman Felix had met earlier applied medicine to his wound, playfully chiding him not to underestimate women again. The man smiled but said nothing, simply mounting his horse and resuming his patrol.
For these battle-hardened mercenaries, such wounds were insignificant. Losing to the veiled woman didn’t bother him; neither had used their full strength.
A warrior from the far north like him possessed a special skill akin to orcish fury that, if fully unleashed, would leave no time for the veiled woman to cast her spell.
After the performance, Felix returned to his wagon. He sensed the veiled woman glancing at him thoughtfully after the act. With his acute perception, he felt the peculiar intent in her gaze, as if she had seen something utterly impossible.
"An intriguing woman," Felix thought, defining her as such because if his intuition wasn't deceiving him, the syllable chanted by the veiled woman was in Dragon Language!
Although Felix didn’t understand the meaning of the sound, he instinctively recognized its type. The final syllable vibrated with a tremor, stirring a unique elemental fluctuation. This was a hallmark effect of Dragon Language!
Only dragons, creatures inherently endowed with formidable magical power, could manipulate elemental fluctuations directly with their language. Even the high-ranking elves couldn’t achieve this!
A human who knew Dragon Language, even just a phrase, was certainly an interesting person.
Felix squinted slightly, gazing at the bright moon hanging in the night sky, his thoughts drifting away with the gentle night breeze.