Chapter 99
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Chapter 99: Magic Beam vs. Bullets
What was that?
A beam of light?
Could it be… a Magic Beam?
Odel froze for a moment.
None of her four companions in the battle, including the sharp-eyed Alyn, could react to the beam. They didn’t even see what knocked their teammate down.
The stands stayed silent—no gasps or shouts. Adventurers at the Eagle’s Nest had grown used to this. Over the days, Fina often entered the arena to test fighters, handing out "fail" verdicts to unlucky challengers.
The first time they witnessed her skill, the crowd erupted in awe. The second time, they called it a miracle. By the third, envy and analysis began. After the fourth and fifth…
It became routine.
Admiration and envy had run their course. As for analysis? Even if someone cracked how Fina attacked, could ordinary folks replicate it?
Now, adventurers barely blinked at these terrifying assaults. They flocked to the arena to watch Fina’s dazzling moves and join a popular new pastime: betting.
“Morning Star’s leader is down! Place your bets now—trust your gut!” A thin adventurer waved a magic-enhanced notebook in the aisles.
“Betting closes after the third falls! Hurry up!” another barked, speeding up as a paladin tumbled through the air like a kite.
“All six down in one minute—10 contribution points!”
“20 points says Odel lasts two minutes!”
“Midi picked Morning Star? They’re hiding something. 50 points on two members surviving two minutes!”
Bets flew thick and fast. Big spenders were usually Hawk Brigade members with perks to spare. Most others wagered 10 or 20 points.
Even bold bets only debated whether Odel would last past two minutes.
No one said three.
Three minutes was a wall. At 2:40, Fina’s firepower surged—adventurers called it “Super Monster Rampage.” Even level 40 elites crumpled under the Magic Beam storm. Only one turtle-shell defense team, averaging level 41, had ever survived.
Morning Star’s average level? Below 33. Odel, their highest, was 37.
No way they’d last three minutes.
Odel knew nothing of the bets or the doubters.
Not that she’d care.
Fina’s onslaught was overwhelming.
Odel had faced Midi before and expected similar intensity. But standing in the arena under the Queen of Magic’s barrage, she realized her mistake.
Midi fought close-range. Holding back meant staying within arm’s reach.
Fina was different—ultra-long-range. Every inch of sand lay under her wrath, test or not.
It felt like being trapped five steps from Midi with no escape.
Defense? Useless.
Morning Star’s sole defender was already unconscious.
"Attack! Full force! Don’t hold back! Even landing one hit counts!" Odel barked her command.
From the start, the half-Elf had chosen offense as her defense. Nobody believed they could withstand the castle-destroying might of the Queen of Magic. Her team consisted of five members besides the defensive paladin – Alyn the roaming gunslinger, a long-range gunner, a heavy-fire Elementalist, and an assassin specialized in countering magic users.
The moment Odel spoke, the assassin melted into the shadows.
Alyn flanked Odel as the two half-Elves danced like butterflies, their erratic movements punctuated by alternating gunshots. The gunner and Elementalist unleashed their strongest attacks simultaneously.
Dozens of bullet trails streaked through the air. Orange Magic Beams formed an overwhelming storm crashing toward the red-haired girl. For one heartbeat, Morning Star’s assault seemed to overpower even the Queen of Magic, seizing the momentum.
It lasted only that heartbeat.
Magic coalesced visibly around Fina’s hands. The ambient energy within fifty meters vanished, creating a vacuum as blinding light erupted from her fingertips.
Her right hand traced an arc through the air – a meteor splitting the night.
From emptiness came a thirty-meter azure greatsword of pure magic. It tore through the battlefield with a sonic boom, leaving glowing scars in spectators’ vision.
Morning Star’s bullet barrage disintegrated instantly, reduced to floating ash like cloth consumed by flame.
Fina didn’t pause. Two finger flicks sent slender beams streaking out. The Elementalist and gunner flew backward, limbs flailing.
Magic Beams indeed!
Now Odel understood. No spells, no charging, barely any movement. The Queen fired unavoidable light-speed attacks with marble-flicking ease, each perfectly measured.
Terrifying power!
Yet instead of fear, battle-lust surged through Odel. Adrenaline sharpened her senses, power thrumming in her veins. Was this rivalry because Fina stood as Midi Asreks’ partner?
No time for introspection. She rode the wave of instinct.
"Last chance – take it!" Odel hissed.
"Understood!" Alyn’s nod held grim determination. Tempered by Elven Kingdom trials under Midi’s tutelage, the future Butterfly Dual Pistols moved with seasoned precision.
Fina didn’t attack the circling gunslingers. A foot stomp unleashed crackling lightning rings that rippled outward like tidal waves.
Elementalist skill: Thunder Spiral.
But Fina’s version transformed the defensive spell into an omnidirectional assault. Electricity scoured hundreds of meters, flushing out the paralyzed assassin who collapsed like felled timber.
Thirty seconds in, only two gunslingers remained against the Queen.
Certain defeat loomed.
Yet Odel’s eyes blazed. Twin pistols roared at maximum firepower, mirrored perfectly by Alyn.
Their bullets came not as a barrage, but as orchestrated ranks – armor-piercing rounds, anti-magic projectiles, smoke screens, explosives, shrapnel, even ricocheting shots. Each type played its role like soldiers in disciplined formation.
Midi’s eyebrow twitched.
The duo’s assault now echoed the dark elf’s artistry – transcending mere gunplay into tactical warfare. Decoys blended with kill-shots, feints masking true threats. Twin minds coordinating unpredictably doubled the challenge.
Moreover, Odel struck at the perfect weakness – Fina’s magic-draining attacks left brief vacuum intervals between cataclysmic strikes.
Morning Star’s leader aimed to end this during such a gap.
A murmur swept through Eagle’s Nest Arena. Gamblers who came for schadenfreude now leaned forward. Even incompetents recognized skill surpassing expectations.
For the first time, confident Fina showed surprise.
Could they win?
The question electrified the crowd.
