My magic panel is too numerical.

The intense pain caused Vanessa's hands to tense instantly. With a powerful jerk, she threw Anthony away, sending him crashing into several bound mages. Anthony rolled to the ground and lost consciousness.

Pharos knew that the sneak attack had to be executed smoothly, and this was his only chance to seriously injure Vanessa.

Before the woman could catch her breath, the blade that had just fallen was raised again, swift and fast.

This is a combat technique that Pharos saw on a television program in his previous life.

What would normally require a long period of training for an ordinary person to master, Pharos easily executed with the aid of his Holy Swordsman profession.

The second slash rose, drawing a dark arc intertwined with gold threads, successfully delivering a fierce blow to the woman's chest, striking her heaving breasts squarely, scorching the already healed flesh once more.

"Ouch~" the woman cried out coquettishly, kicked her legs, and fell backward, using the tentacles on her back to complete a beautiful backflip and create distance.

Such formidable close-combat ability... this is the Holy Sword Wielder!

At this moment, the woman finally saw what the young man looked like.

He was tall and straight, with brown hair and golden eyes, and his features could be described as handsome. He wore the mage robes of the Holy Temple Academy and held a silver and purple cross-shaped longsword.

"Tsk~ It's a pity we didn't spend enough time together to ignite her."

Pharos clicked his tongue instinctively. He didn't regret it and immediately got into position to prepare for the woman's counterattack.

If it had been a stab instead of a slash, it might have set the woman on fire. But in that case, she might have given up and stabbed Uncle Anthony to death, which would have been a huge loss.

The woman glanced coldly at Pharos, the tentacles on her back shedding their charred skin and growing sharp spikes again, and the knife wound on her chest slowly healed.

"It can recover!" Pharos's face stiffened.

As expected of a demon, just as troublesome as the white giant.

Seeing that the sneak attack had no effect, Pharos prepared to retreat first to buy time.

"I won't bother you... I'm leaving now!"

Before it could even move, the woman leaped high into the air, spun 360 degrees, and viciously slammed down with her tentacles.

Faros felt a sudden jolt of fear and rolled to the side with all his might, barely dodging the attack.

With a loud "boom," the floor cracked instantly, kicking up dust, and a tremor that made one's legs go numb came from the ground.

Pharos realized that the two sides were not on the same level, no wonder Odegaard was beaten into a mummy, it was all foreshadowed.

Run! Help! I can't afford to mess with this... Sorry to bother you...

"With your speed, you look like a beginner! You have the guts to challenge me." The woman, wearing Serena's face, smiled slyly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Let me guess, you've been practicing for about a year? No… two and a half years?"

If she were a senior Holy Sword Wielder of the Church, she could probably take on two or three of them now.

Originally, it wouldn't have been a problem how many hits they could take, but a few days ago they were hunted down by Leon and only survived after escaping all the way to Dawn Town. Yesterday, they were hit by that intense beam of light and fought a fierce battle with the deacon-level Erdgo, so they were seriously injured.

Two and a half years? You overestimate me. I only studied for two and a half days at most... Pharos's hand, gripping the sword hilt, trembled involuntarily.

"Are you a student at a magic university, or a trainee priest? It's impressive that you found this place, but you dare to face me alone. You're incredibly stupid. I really don't know what you're thinking." As she spoke, the woman's face showed amusement, and she walked with an exaggerated sway of her hips as she approached Pharos step by step.

Five minutes... How much time has passed now? How long will it take for the church people to arrive? Pharos's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Taking advantage of the woman's words, Pharos immediately began to silently chant a spell.

"Level 1 magic 'Strength Enhancement', Level 1 magic 'Agility Enhancement', Level 1 magic 'Lower Limb Enhancement'."

These are the basic combat skills of the Holy Sword Wielder.

While strengthening the body is of little use to other mages, it provides double the benefits to Holy Sword users, which is outrageous and makes Holy Sword users the class most reliant on wheelchair-based gameplay.

He can currently use ten enhancement spells at a time. He has already used one, so he has nine left.

Now it's been used three times in one go.

The goal was to buy time, every second counted, until Miss Serena called the police, until the church arrived... Pharos devised a battle plan in his mind.

He strained his senses to the extreme, intently observing the woman's every move.

"Am I beautiful? Come on, face me!" The woman, with Serena's face on her back, kept ruining the young lady's persona.

As she spoke, the woman leaned back, her tentacles bending like springs as they touched the ground. The next second, the springs snapped straight, and she shot out like an arrow.

coming!

Pharos jumped up from the spot, the enhanced magic assisting his jump making him feel as light as a feather, as if he were flying.

I think I underestimated enhancement magic... Pharos was overjoyed.

One enhancement spell is barely enough to get him jumping; he still needs to run and use momentum to get to the second floor.

When all three enhancement spells are activated together, it's like defying gravity, allowing one to easily leap two or three meters.

In an instant, he gained confidence, took a few quick steps, and leaped onto the wall, running sideways.

The Holy Sword Wielder is like a slippery eel, possessing great mobility.

Pharos could dodge and weave, or leap and bound, and Vanessa was temporarily unable to do anything about him.

"Let's see how long you can hold out." Vanessa decided to stop chasing and turned her attention to several bound mages.

She needs to replenish her energy.

Normally, she wouldn't be unable to catch up with a beginner Holy Sword Master, but at this moment she was too weak.

"Oh no... the boss has lost aggro." Faros immediately panicked.

At this moment, the flame on the sword began to die down, and Pharos had no choice but to take out the matchbox from his pocket again.

Polish and light.

"Holy Flame!"

He smeared the black flames onto the blade, aimed at the woman, and with all his might, kicked off with both legs, the black flames drawing long streaks of light through the air.

Vanessa seemed to have been warned; with a flick of her tail, the sharp bone spikes of her tentacles collided with the blazing blades.

But this time, it felt as if Pharos had struck steel; the violent shock made his hands go numb...

He was sent flying, crashing into the wall and sliding down.

Fresh blood immediately spilled from his mouth, "Pfft...cough cough cough..."

In their second encounter, Pharos was utterly defeated. Vanessa tilted her head and looked at Pharos with a mocking expression.

The gap in strength is still quite large...

Pharos winced in pain, leaning on his sword and barely managing to kneel.

It seems I have no choice but to use my trump card... Pharos looked at the raven's exquisite sword hilt, gritted his teeth, and poured in elemental energy.

"Hmph~ Want to activate the Holy Sword skill? Dream on." Vanessa clearly saw through Pharos's purpose. Although she was not afraid, she had good combat instincts and subconsciously reacted.

She rushed forward quickly, as fast as a nimble female leopard.

The other three tentacles also sprouted bone spurs, all aimed at Pharos.

"Watch out for Pharos!" Miss Raven cried out urgently.

"So fast!" Pharos thought with a chill.

Just then, a greatsword with a pure silver blade and an exquisitely carved silver wolf head hilt plunged straight between Vanessa and Pharos.

The next second, the girl in black landed steadily where the sword was inserted, her pure black coat billowing behind her, creating a fragrant breeze.

"It took a little time to understand... Holy Flame and all that, it's too hard to understand..." Serena complained, speaking coldly.