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"Think about it, if you can't even control a stationary target, how are you going to deal with a lively, jumping enemy?"
Fujino's breathing became rapid.
She could feel the warmth from behind her, and the smell of blood—the scent that lingered on his collar from last night.
As if guided by some unseen force, she nodded.
"very good."
Shiraishikawa stepped back two paces.
Chapter 407 Holder
"Adjust your breathing, just like I taught you."
Fujino took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her irises had turned an eerie red-green.
The office building in sight was suddenly surrounded by countless transparent spiral lines, each line representing a twistable node.
"Sense of distance... I need to adjust my sense of distance..."
She muttered to herself, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
In the Demon Eye's vision, the world is like a kaleidoscope thrown into a funhouse mirror, even its own fingers are twisted into strange shapes.
Shiraishikawa stood by with his arms crossed.
He could see the flow of ether in the air changing, like honey being stirred by an invisible hand.
Fujino's talent far surpasses that of ordinary people; she simply lacks practical experience.
boom!
The brick wall on the left suddenly exploded.
The flying pebbles hovered eerily half a meter away from the two people before crashing to the ground.
A man in a long red coat emerged from the smoke and dust, a mocking smile playing on his lips beneath his tall, cylindrical hat.
"Oh my, isn't this the cleaner from Guanbuzi City?"
Cornelius Aruba tapped his palm with his gilded cane.
"Teaching a little girl dangerous games in someone else's backyard?"
Shiraishikawa didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"Who do we have here? It turns out the Joker tour has been moved up."
"Ha! Country bumpkin? You piece of trash who can't even grasp the true meaning of the demonic path dare to judge me?"
Aruba's roar echoed through the empty, abandoned factory. Veins bulged on his pale face, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the composed Shiraishi Kawa across from him.
His long, slender fingers twitched nervously, his black robes fluttered without wind, and a pale blue magical circuit light began to appear around him.
Shiraishikawa simply pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Getting angry? Aruba Flores Albion, holder of the Blue Title of the Mage's Association."
He deliberately emphasized the word "green".
"It's a pity, this color is definitely not as classy as orange."
"Shut up!"
Aruba suddenly swung his arm, and a blue flame lashed out at Shiraishi River like a whip.
"How dare that bitch! I spent twenty years studying runes, and she only took five years... and..."
His voice trembled with rage, and flames traced distorted paths through the air.
Shiraishikawa didn't even move a step. The flames automatically split into two streams half a meter away from him, sweeping past his sides and igniting the wooden crates piled up behind him. In the firelight, his expression appeared even more stern.
"It's a fact that he has surpassed your achievements of twenty years in just five years."
Shiraishikawa said slowly and deliberately.
"It's no secret that Aozaki Touko is stronger than you; the entire Clock Tower knows that."
Aruba's breathing became heavy, and he felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his chest.
The whispers in the Mage's Association corridors, the evasive glances of her colleagues, and even the ever-calm and composed expression of Aozaki Touko—all flooded her mind.
"What do you know!"
Aruba burst into hysterical laughter.
"She's nothing but a nouveau riche! The association gave her that title? Orange? Ha! What a tacky color!"
His laughter was tinged with sobs.
"I am the rightful heir! My family's bloodline can be traced back to..."
"enough."
Shiraishi suddenly interrupted him, his eyes filled with impatience.
"Your family, your bloodline, your so-called legitimacy—are worthless in the face of true strength."
Aruba's expression froze.
He felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had been struck on the head with a thunderbolt.
For twenty years, his family heritage, which he was so proud of, and his magic skills, which he had painstakingly cultivated, were described as so worthless by this man.
"You...you actually dared to..."
Aruba's voice was terrifyingly deep, and the light from the magic circuits around him suddenly intensified.
"I'll show you what real magic is!"
He quickly formed hand seals and chanted ancient incantations.
The ground of the abandoned factory began to tremble, and countless pillars of blue fire shot out from the cracks, instantly turning the entire space into a sea of fire.
The temperature rose sharply, the air became distorted due to the intense heat, and even the metal supports began to melt.
"Repeat!"
Aruba shouted frantically, and the fire flared up again.
"Burn to ashes!"
The flames rushed towards Shiraishikawa, completely engulfing him.
Aruba was panting heavily, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.
A figure stepped out from the flames.
Chapter 408 Unbelievable
Shiraishi's suit was still impeccably tailored, without even a trace of burning.
He lightly brushed off non-existent dust from his cuffs and looked up at Aruba.
"A nice flame."
Shiraishikawa commented.
"The temperature is high enough, and the range is wide enough. Among top-tier magicians, your skill is indeed among the best."
Aruba staggered back two steps, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Impossible... This is impossible! My azure flames can even burn concepts..."
"But that's all."
Shiraishichuan continued, his voice eerily calm. "160."
"The gap between first-class and top-tier is much larger than you imagine."
Aruba felt a chill run down his spine.
He suddenly realized that he might have made a fatal mistake—underestimating the man in front of him.
Pride wouldn't allow him to back down; he gritted his teeth and raised his trembling hands once more.
"Repeat! Repeat! Repeat!"
He screamed hysterically, and the flames erupted for the third time, this time with an eerie blue glow.
Shiraishikawa sighed and gently raised his right hand.
All the flames solidified instantly, then surged wildly into his palm as if sucked into a black hole, eventually transforming into a leaping blue fireball.
"Stubborn."
Shiraishikawa commented, then closed his five fingers, and the fireball disappeared silently.
"It's time to finish."
He took a step forward, but Aruba felt an invisible force pinning him to the spot.
Fear finally triumphed over pride, and his pupils contracted sharply.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Aruba's voice trembled with fear.
Shiraishikawa did not answer, but instead reached out his hand to Aruba's forehead.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch his skin, a magnetic disk with a strange metallic luster suddenly popped out from between Aruba's eyebrows and floated in the air.
The two of them were stunned at the same time.
"What's this?"
Aruba stared blankly at the disk, its surface shimmering with an iridescent sheen, trembling slightly as if it were alive.
Shiraishikawa narrowed his eyes and cautiously took half a step back.
Interesting. Looks like you're just a messenger.
"A messenger? What nonsense are you spouting!"
Aruba struggled to move, but his body remained bound by an invisible force.