The Bizarre Wizarding World-Chapter 337 - 250 Battle_3

But considering the overall situation, he still reached out and summoned a thick wooden mallet, charging towards Colin!

Whack!

A bright green vine whip suddenly struck at Lites!

But the next moment, it was intercepted by another attack in midair.

"Your opponent is me…" Parde retracted his arm and couldn’t help frowning at Lillian.

At the same time, he turned his head and urged Lites:

"Hurry up!"

Lillian, expressionless, watched Parde who was now focusing all his attention on her and gently sighed.

There was no other way, the fight was unavoidable.

She could only pray for Colin a little.

Whoosh!

Another pale green beam of light shot towards her at high speed.

This attack, already at the Second Rank level, imposed a great pressure in terms of both speed and power.

Lillian estimated that if she were to be hit even once, not only would her defenses—including the Elf Armor—shatter completely, but she would also sustain significant injuries.

Hum—

A bright light flashed through her hair again, and Lillian’s figure shifted to the side out of thin air, dodging the attack, forcing her to momentarily put down her attempt to counterattack.

Just like that, Parde recklessly wielded the power of desiccated branches, constantly attacking with pale green beams and forcing Lillian to rely solely on her Talent to dodge.

The two remained in a deadlock for the moment.

Boom!

But horses stumble, and moments later, due to excessive consumption, Lillian’s movement lagged slightly and she was just nicked by the pale green beam.

Though it was just a nick, the damage was significant!

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The instant she was hit, Lillian’s body flew backward, her defenses shattering consecutively until she finally crashed to the ground.

"Why aren’t you dodging anymore?" Parde slowly walked closer, smiling as he spoke.

At the same time, he frowned inwardly—

’Lites is really useless! Even though being a Liya’er does not excel in combat, for him, almost equivalent to the peak of First Rank, to not have dealt with a mere Basic Level Wizard in so long!’

Leap!

But just as Parde was about to turn back and check on Lites’s situation, a painfully hot wave, without any warning, suddenly emanated from behind him.

’Not good!’

Parde’s expression changed instantly, and he instinctively tried to turn and swing his desiccated branch backward.

But not having undergone body modification, and with only a faint presence of Tree Elf Bloodline in him, he was ultimately a beat too slow.

"Ugh ah!"

A towering figure of flames embraced him from behind, tightly binding his arms to his body.

Parde cried out in pain, and the attack from the desiccated branches in his hand veered off course, hitting above his head with a loud boom.

Seeing this, Lillian’s expression tightened, and she keenly seized the opportunity, softly waving her hand.

Whoosh!!

A green shadow, flickering with cold light, swiftly swept through the air, lightly grazing the joints of Parde’s arms!

Puff!

"Ahh! Uh…no!"

The next moment, Parde’s right arm was neatly severed at the elbow, blood spurting out, as he watched in horror and pain his arm holding the branch quietly fall and land on the tan corridor floor with a thud.

Whoosh!

Magical Spiritual Light flashed over Parde’s body as he, enduring the pain, tried frantically to struggle with a fierce expression.

Yet, the Fire Element on his back was unusually resilient for some reason, making it hard for him to break free.

Beads of sweat rolled down Parde’s face, quickly evaporated by the high heat of the Fire Element.

The situation on the battlefield changed instantly, and his face no longer held the previous relaxed and mocking expression.

But this panicked look turned, in the next instant, into deep fear and despair.

A green shadow loomed in Parde’s pupils, approaching rapidly.

Swoosh!

The air itself seemed to scream at the sharpness of the green shadow.

The next moment.

A soft snapping sound echoed.

Parde’s screams abruptly stopped.

A fresh head, like the previously severed arm, fell and hit the tan floor of the corridor with a thud.