Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 164 You are the mastermind behind this farce

Dorothy stood on the broken street, looking up at the powerful magic in the sky.

"Again?"

She tilted her head slightly, and this time the magic's power was significantly enhanced.

The same magic, but with greater power. There are no Saint Seiya warriors here, but it is indeed possible to be defeated by the same move.

Moreover, Dorothy heard everything the other person said.

It looks like they're after me.

Moreover, the opponent used Thor's Wrath, firstly because this magic is indeed powerful and has a large area of ​​effect.

Secondly, he wanted to have another showdown with Dorothy.

Subconsciously, he wanted to see if Dorothy could break the spell of Thor's Wrath again.

Dorothy, however, was not going to tolerate this.

"Gather your flames, Abyssal Fireball!"

boom!

Dorothy raised her left hand towards the sky, and a huge fireball instantly formed.

The moment the purple fireball appeared, the surrounding air began to distort.

The flowers and plants on the balconies along the street turned scorched and yellowed instantly due to the high temperature, and some even spontaneously combusted.

Dorothy's position was exposed just as she was preparing to retaliate.

High in the sky, Far looked down at the powerful magic energy on the street.

"A purple fireball?"

Fal paused for a moment upon seeing the abyssal fireball.

He quickly searched his mind for various spells.

However, no magic related to the purple fireball was found.

Then he remembered the purple magic that had just destroyed Thor's Wrath.

A shadow crossed Far's eyes.

He was also somewhat shocked.

Of course, Far didn't believe in the magic of Thor's Wrath.

In his view, each type of magic has its own advantages and disadvantages.

It's perfectly normal for one spell to defeat another.

But what's abnormal is that Thor's wrath was dealt with a little too—too easily.

The only word to describe it is "easy".

He had imagined many times what it would be like to use Thor's Wrath and then lose.

But most of the time, it was a fierce clash between magics, resulting in massive destruction, before the opponent lost by a single move.

But this one is different.

Thor's Wrath lost without making a sound.

It wasn't entirely without noise; at least a few claps of thunder were heard.

The Wrath of Thor was unleashed using a magic scroll, but the magic stored within it was at the level of a mage.

Fal believed that the mysterious being who solved the spell of Thor's Wrath must possess magical power at the same level as himself, that of a Grandmaster.

Then there's this strange purple magic.

"Where did that kid Faro run off to? Did he hide because he saw Thor's Wrath get defeated?"

Far frowned, keeping an eye on Dorothy while searching for Faro's whereabouts.

As Faro's uncle, Faro looked down on his nephew, but Faro was, after all, a mage.

At this point, having one more combatant is always a good thing.

The main reason was that Far was a little apprehensive.

He worried that if his own unleashing of Thor's Wrath failed, the blow to morale would be too great.

But he had been searching for a long time, and Faro's aura had completely disappeared from the very beginning.

This gave Far a bad feeling.

But considering Farrow's strength, he thought it was unlikely.

If a mage could disappear so silently, he couldn't imagine how terrifying their strength must be.

Therefore, Fal could only conclude that Faro had been so frightened that he had simply hidden away.

He couldn't help but feel even more contempt for Farrow.

"With such a weak appearance, do you even deserve to call yourself a prince of the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance? You're hopeless. We brought you out here hoping you could gain some merit, but you deserted in the face of battle. No wonder you're the most useless of all the princes."

Far shook his head and stopped paying attention to Faro.

Now he just wanted to see if the purple fireball below could counter his Thunder God's Wrath.

He now even believes that the reason Thor's Wrath failed was because no one actively controlled it.

After all, it's just magic sealed in a magic scroll.

Even if it's incredibly powerful, it's still just an inanimate object, so it's understandable that it would fail to be controlled by a magician.

The more Er thought about it, the more he felt that Thor's Wrath was still powerful, and that the previous failure was entirely due to the problem with the user.

That's right, that's the reason!

"Hmph, I just didn't make a move earlier. Let's see if you can handle the same magic this time."

Fal's face was full of confidence.

Dorothy's existence was utterly insignificant to him.

"Hmph, he's just a lucky guy who somehow got a high-level spell."

"Now I'll show you what true magic is! Turn to ashes under the power of Thor's wrath!"

Far held his magic wand and pointed it down to where Dorothy was.

The wrath of Thor in the sky, under Fal's control, pressed down on Dorothy.

Dorothy looked up at the massive, thunderous hand that seemed poised to destroy the entire City of Apprentices as it pressed down. She simply raised her already raised left hand a little higher.

"Abyssal Fireball, fire." With Dorothy's soft murmur, the purple fireball crashed into the giant hand that covered half the sky above.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of magicians in the City of Apprentices.

The purple fireball collided with the blue lightning hand.

Far widened his eyes, not wanting to miss any detail of the two spells colliding.

Everyone was on edge, bracing for an explosion after the magical collision.

But it was different from what everyone expected.

No, it should be said that Dorothy and Far were already expecting it.

The situation was exactly the same as when the Abyssal Magic first clashed with Thor's Wrath.

When the Abyss Fireball collided with Thunderfury, the collision of the two spells did not produce an explosion.

Instead, a thunderous rage was instantly ignited.

Purple flames instantly spread across the entire surface of the Thunder Hand.

The purple flames seemed to devour everything, constantly consuming the magic of Thor's Wrath.

The blue hand in the sky was covered by purple flames and was constantly shrinking.

In just a few breaths, the powerful magic that had been pressing down on everyone had shrunk by half.

Far felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at the scene before him.

"impossible!"

He instinctively gasped in surprise.

But the fact is right before our eyes.

When Thor's wrath met that unknown magic, it was like a mouse encountering a cat—completely powerless to resist.

Far quickly channeled his magic into Thor's Wrath, trying to extinguish the eerie purple flames.

But no matter how much magic he channeled, Thor's Wrath continued to shrink.

Moreover, as the purple flames continued to burn, Far felt that the purple flames were about to connect with his magic through the Wrath of Thor and burn his body.

This instantly panicked Fal.

This is a fear of facing the unknown.

He quickly severed his connection with Thor's Wrath.

He watched helplessly as the purple flames completely devoured his magic.

Dorothy lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body floated up.

She flew directly in front of Far.

"Are you the mastermind behind this farce?"