Magician in Type-Moon

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With air superiority lost, the magician fell into emptiness.

She fell headfirst from a great height.

but--

"Ah... just as I expected..."

Luvia's lips parted slightly, as if she were sighing.

"...Just as I planned, didn't I?"

Her hands were clasped together in the air, and her fair fingers moved slightly—

Snapped.

The crisp snap of fingers echoed through the arena.

The next instant, magic erupted from the ground, bursting forth like a volcanic eruption. Blazing flames shot into the sky, and surging air currents devoured everything like an angry dragon.

The dragon, which was about to pursue Luvia, was suddenly burned down by magical energy.

"Bravo! (That's so cool!)"

Isilid suddenly stood up from beside the round table, his fists clenched tightly.

"The performance at the beginning... had another purpose! She had already set up the delayed activation gem at that time!"

Luvia's first magnificent show after stepping into the arena.

Under the cover of light and smoke, she quietly laid a trap, waiting for the dragon to be certain of victory and reveal a weakness before detonating it.

Bold and fearless, yet cunning as a fox—she naturally possessed both of these contradictory qualities.

Luvia Celinta Edfeldt is not just a mere gladiator; she is a genuine superstar who won't rest until she has an audience.

“Having superb magic skills alone is far from enough.”

Alette spoke thoughtfully, her gaze still fixed on the image.

"This requires going through countless life-or-death experiences and receiving extremely excellent guidance."

Bai Ruolong chuckled softly, her fingertips brushing against her cheek, her tone full of admiration.

"Wow, truly admirable. It's rare to encounter such a brilliant opponent even in the Roman Colosseum. What do you say, Van Fem?"

"really."

Van Fem shrugged, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Just looking at it gives you a feeling of being young again."

Of course, he was meant to be a figure of that era.

Perhaps Bai Ruolong is one of them.

The camera switched again, turning to an angle to film the falling dragon and Luvia.

The dragon tumbled through the air, its massive body about to touch the ground, yet it forcefully flapped its wings, attempting to regain air superiority.

In contrast, Luvia landed steadily, her posture elegant, a faint smile on her lips.

She slowly raised her right hand, her index finger extended.

"Call."

With a gentle invocation, black spell bullets were released from her fingertips, striking the flying dragon directly.

The dragon's body twisted and thrashed violently, perfectly dodging the attack. Even upon hitting the ground, it retained the fighting instincts unique to dragons, instantly mastering the speed and power of the spell and precisely calculating its evasive trajectory.

Not only that, it also took to the air while tumbling, flapping its wings, its sharp fangs covered in sticky saliva, aiming at Luvia, ready to pounce.

This is not simply a beastly action, but a skill with a clear tactical intent.

Like Capoeira wielded by a dragon, it is an alien art of combat.

However, Luvia simply flipped her palm slightly, crossing her middle finger and thumb.

Snapped.

Another crisp snap of the fingers.

In an instant, the earth exploded again.

The gems she planted during her self-introduction were far more than just one.

The successive bursts of magical light pillars resembled a chain of thunderstorms, with violent shockwaves surging up and violently lifting the flying dragon away.

Even so, the dragon stubbornly avoided fatal wounds, eventually breaking free from the energy storm, temporarily abandoning its pursuit of Luvia, and flying into the air.

However, even that place was nothing more than a trap deliberately set by Luvia.

"I've got you."

The sound came from the back of the dragon.

The dragon subspecies trembled slightly, fearing the figure of Luvia that had climbed onto its back. Luvia disappeared from its sight for only a few seconds before it moved in the opposite direction and landed precisely on its back.

The dragon immediately began to resist.

It violently thrashed its body and tumbled over, trying to shake off the intruder on its back.

However, Luvia's body was embedded like steel, clinging tightly to its scales, showing no sign of letting go.

The enraged dragon let out a low roar and changed its strategy.

It stopped tumbling in vain and instead shot straight up into the sky, circling above the arena.

Normally, such a large body would be restricted in this narrow space, but it did not hesitate and immediately increased its speed.

The dragon's wings flapped, tearing the air apart, and a fierce wind swept around, echoing throughout the arena with a chilling whistling sound.

Chapter 501 New Flying Magic

accelerate.

accelerate.

Accelerate again.

The arena transformed into a tiny vortex, its air currents roaring like a gigantic maw swallowing everything in its path. Anything caught within it met only shattering and fragmentation.

Moreover, Luvia was clinging to the dragon with only her hands—it was impossible to imagine the immense burden she was bearing.

However, at the moment the sonic boom tore through the air, another sound emerged.

"Der Turm ist verzerrt. Vogelkafige umgeben ihn in fünf Schichten."

(The Twisted Tower transforms into a five-layered birdcage.)

—She chanted the incantation as if singing.

The curse's magic seeped through the incantation, gradually eroding the dragon's body.

The subspecies dragon in mid-air immediately began to struggle, appearing disheveled and miserable.

But that's not all.

Matouchi noticed something else.

The power of the Black Curse resides in Luvia's hands.

Just as she had used the black curse to strike with her palm, this time she transformed it into shackles, completely binding the monster.

She wasn't just strengthening herself; she was using Norse curse magic to prevent the dragon from leaving her behind.

"Once you've got it, you won't let go easily... that's the 'Catch as catch can' approach."

The name of the wrestling style was being whispered.

Originating in Lancashire, England, the Lancashire style has undergone many changes before finally shining brightly in the world of professional wrestling.

but--

When fighting against a subspecies of dragon, which magician would dare to challenge a monster with chokeholds and joint locks in a fair and square manner?

As if mocking this unbelievable atrocity, the dragon suddenly flapped its wings, intending to retaliate.

Is there any capacity left?

To shake her off, the dragon's speed increased again.

The figure, which was almost impossible to catch before, was completely absorbed into the vortex of airflow.

However—this time the trajectory is not simply an acceleration.

—Reverse?

A sudden reverse rotation.

Spiral descent.

The storm raged above the arena, and within it, even smaller storms sped by.

accelerate.

accelerate.

It spirals downwards again, rotating in the opposite direction.

Such amazing aerial maneuvers are unmatched, even if the speed of a roller coaster were increased a hundredfold.

This has exceeded the limits of what humans can withstand.

Even a fully "enhanced" magician would lose balance in the violent turbulence and vomit uncontrollably.

Even if you fall off the back of a dragon, it's impossible to stand up immediately, and even holding onto your water cup will be a luxury.

—But she still clung on.

Like claws, the five fingers penetrated deep into the skin, firmly grasping the subspecies of dragon.

Those hands not only pierced through scales comparable to steel plates, but also reached straight into the dragon's flesh, locking it tightly.

The dragon roared furiously.

"------!"